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“The Wolfgang of Banhenheim. ”
After Agnes, the man said, He was a bit of a headliner, but being in a sequence would mean he was capable of offsetting it.
“This is Randolph, the Siegfringen Change Bag. ”
Unlike with Agnes, Randolph remains calm. But he stood still without pulling out his sword.
Wolfgang's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything. He doesn't wear a shield, just pulls out the long sword.
With your feet slightly wider, your knees slightly bent, and your sword in both hands, you get into a shoulder stance.
Seeing Randolph's skill earlier, he doesn't make a quick approach, but narrows the gap. Randolph stands still in the starting position and stares at the Wolf River in a daze.
“Ta-ab! ”
The Wolfgang swoops in and swings its sword across. It was a lightning bolt of lightning compared to a large body.
The reason for swinging the sword across is to prevent Randolph from escaping inward as he did earlier.
Randolph takes a step back and avoids leaving exactly one inch behind.
If a stranger saw it, he would think Randolph was avoiding it. If a skilled person saw it, he would think Randolph's interval calculation had reached a point of wonder.
The eyes of the Knights of Albrecht and the Knights of Ban Henheim who were watching the duel trembled.
The clean and fast movements of the Wolf River were also surprising, but Randolph was also surprised to avoid them, leaving only a loose canopy.
It was unusual to see a battle between extreme talents. And since all the knights were lifelong martial artists, I began to focus on the duel. The atmosphere that was loosened by the duel with Agnes ahead of you starts to tighten.
Since the Wolfgang wielded the sword so much, the Wolfgang stepped back slightly to get back into position. And I just had an ominous feeling I wouldn't be able to narrow it down in this duel.
However, the user clears its mind and focuses, staring straight at the target. Look at the dots, look at the lines, look at the lines, but look at the whole thing.
The Wolfgang stood upright, holding the sword by its shoulders with both hands. I decided to give myself to my gut rather than my head.
Unlike before, Wolfgang clasped his mouth tightly and approached Randolph with a smooth, slippery motion of the floor.
The body moves on its own, swinging the sword across again. It was a quick swordsmanship like a light arrow. If we avoid it, we will immediately raise the opposite.
Tae-yeon!
Suddenly, a huge shock hits my hand and I miss my sword. What the hell?
Randolph, on the other hand, kicks the edges up and down.
“Wow!”
“Oh, my God!"
“Oh, my God! No way! ”
Both Albrecht and Banhenheim's sides burst at the same time with slight malignancy and elasticity. The black eyes of the Wolfgang were hard to catch up with. And then you kick up the blade exactly in the middle of the swing? I was just curious.
The Wolfgang, the fighting party, was most shocked. You are directly at the duel, making you aware of your situation later than those who watch from afar.
Randolph relaxes on the handle of the falling sword. Then he swirls it up, grabbing the sword and handing it over to the Wolfgang.
“Excellent.”
That's all. The Wolfgang is frozen and unable to pick up the sword quickly. What is it? Does that make any sense?
Randolph looks at his opponent's sword and sees its speed, angle, timing, and all in one fell swoop. I just want to kick it up. I just want to kick it up.
Randolph suggests that you take the sword back to the Frozen Wolfgang.
The Wolfgang embraces the sword with a trembling hand. It was an unassailable difference in level. It feels as if Randolph is standing on a very high ground and looking down at himself.
“I know the kid's great, but this isn't...”
Karfen mutters. Albrecht looks at him, and surprisingly, he doesn't look well. No matter how hard he fought, his family broke so miserably that it seemed like a glorious feeling.
The Wolf River bows to Randolph and returns to its place. And, finally, Roysen stepped forward.
The people of Banhenheim looked at Roysen's back with anxiety, anxiety, and hope.
Albrecht glances up at the sky. I thought the sun might set if the duel lasted longer, but it was still a long time in the evening.
I looked at Hermann and saw something I disliked about him. Perhaps Randolph is making you uncomfortable.
Albrecht shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Rosamund's shoulders and watching the duel in a relaxed manner.
“It's Roysen, the Dance of Banhenheim. ”
“Randolph von Zikmaringen. Change Bag.”
Randolph still has a grumpy look on his face. The sword was still unsheathed.
However, Roysen drew his sword regardless. He also doesn't have a shield on, and holds the longsword with both hands in a halt position.
Then I stayed there without approaching. The figure doesn't look good, as the swordsman doesn't approach you with his bare hands, Randolph.
The people on Ban Henheim's side also did not look good. It was because they felt frightened.
But the talent in the gut thought differently. I thought he saw Randolph right. In the primus, Randolph sees only once and sees through all of the opponent's swords. Roysen was determined not to be hastened by his sword.
No matter how long you wait, there is no sign of Roysen approaching, and Randolph approaches first.
Even after entering the gap long enough, Roysen remains motionless, but steps sideways and draws a sharp, oblique blade.
It was an attack aimed at the blind. As long as Randolph is avoiding you, you feel the urge to keep your sword as undetectable as possible.
Randolph just shifts his torso away, rushing forward. Roysen is not embarrassed at all. He grabs Longsword with one hand in leather gloves and stabs Randolph with a useful half-sodding in melee combat.
This time, Randolph grabbed Roysen by the shoulder, avoiding the slightest surprise. Roysen wields his sword as if he were wielding it, holding it with both hands, with a smooth, flowing hand. Randolph quickly retreats to the side and dodges.
A few workshops passed quickly. The people of Albrecht and Banhenheim simply keep their eyes open and watch as they clash with the best of the best.
Randolph and Roysen fought back, and Roysen never approached again.
Randolph scratches at his beard, looking embarrassed. He pulls out a new sword, Vervantos.
When a sword with a fluffy rippling pattern appeared in the world, the people of Ban Henheim flew out in resilience.
“Wow!"
“What the hell! ”
As everyone lives by the sword and dies by the sword, the birth of Vervantos fascinates me. Forgetting the duel, you gaze at Randolph's sword as if it were a trap.
Roysen almost blinked, too, but he tried to keep his eyes open and his concentration intact.
“He lost! I pulled out my sword!”
At that moment, Hermann yells at Randolph indistinctly. Suddenly, a solemn atmosphere broke out. Herman continues to shout.
“Hey, Master! He lost! Tell them to come out now! ”
Albrecht looks at him pathetic and says,
“Whose side are you on? ”
The opposing team doesn't say anything, but rather, Nanni says she has the same side. It's an awkward and senseless situation.
When asked whose side Albrecht is on, Hermann's eyes widen. Then he rolled his eyes and thought for a moment and said,
“I'm the one who can't take the director's side. Didn't you lose when he pulled out his sword with his mouth? It's not my fault. He said it with his own mouth. ”
Randolph frowns and yells at Hermann.
“Stupid bear bastard! That only applies to Miss Agnes! ”
Albrecht chewed the worm and told Herman.
“Shut up. Be quiet and fight. ”
Albrecht was also immersed in the struggle between talented men, and he was frustrated when Herman broke his labor. Hermann is frustrated by his frustration.
“He said with his mouth. ”
Albrecht sighs. Randolph rises in annoyance. The user apologizes to the target for no reason.
“I'm sorry. I'll get this over with. Be prepared.”
Randolph gives the target time to focus again. Roysen is very nervous. It was because Randolph's strength was unparalleled when he drew his sword for the first time. Roysen just sits there, sweating cold.
Suddenly, you feel like you're bleeding all around Randolph. Roysen's eyes tremble. What is it?
Randolph takes a step or two closer with his sword in his right hand, and draws a large arc wire outside. I grabbed the sword with both hands and lowered it down in a natural overhead shape.
At some point, Vervantos of Randolph is lodged in Roysen's neck. Roysen trembles less. It's not responding. What was that?
I felt slow just when the sword was drawing the arc wire outwardly, but when it descended, it seemed to have moved the space. This was not a matter of speed. Who would react to a sword like this?
Everyone in the intestine opened their mouths. The more skilled you are, the more unbelievable you look at Randolph. What magic did you just cast?
Albrecht opens his eyes and looks at Randolph.
When did he grow up like that? ’
For Albrecht, Randolph was always like a brother to himself.
Randolph's Black was not something else. When I first learned the sword from Albrecht, I always thought it was a sword that Albreckoned with the demonstration that Albrecht cut down thick trees in one fell swoop. It was extreme cleanliness.
It was also the longest sword to learn. Randolph was able to see most swords and copy them perfectly and make them his own.
But that sword of Albrecht, it was a rudimentary extreme that would not allow such dexterity.
Even if Randolph is a genius, he's not that easy to learn. It was possible to wield the sword with diligence and a single bite.
Albrecht, of course, never cared about that. Based on its natural power, it was just one of the most effective ways to use muscles.
Technically, Randolph was inspired by Albrecht's sword, but he achieved the same results in a different way than Albrecht.
“Excellent.”
Randolph says so, and then cuts the sword from Roysen's throat. Then, with a natural move, Vervantos tucks into the sword and returns to his seat. Then I looked at Carpen and Hermann.
“You said it with your mouth. It's your fault."
Herman said bluntly. Randolph looks at Hermann with a worm-like look.
However, Carpen's expression was a little strange. He looks serious and enters the intestine. Roysen lays down his sword and stares at the ground, dumbfounded.
All of Banhenheim felt defeat, disappointment, and despair. It's a big difference for me, isn't it?
Carpen approaches Roysen and says,
“What did you think of the king's knights? Did you just apply for a duel with all your skills? ”
Roysen glances at Carpen and looks back at the ground.
“So what are you going to do with us now? Will you kill everyone in your family? Or will you sell him as a slave? Now that you've achieved your revenge, you must be relieved. ”
Carpen looks at Roysen coldly.
“Don't get me wrong. I'm also anti-Henheim. I want you to live as human beings, not as weak. That sucked. What the hell. ”
Roysen had nothing to say. I just suddenly remembered something. If you lose, that's all you're good at. Who do you blame?
Banhenheim's discipline, in some ways, was the most harsh rule in itself. No one can blame you. I was solely responsible for all the consequences.
Even brothers and sisters were thoroughly cut off from each other and focused on individuals. It was extremely clumsy and harsh.
“And where are your uncles? Why are you the only ones here? ”
Roysen has no answer to Karpen's questions. I just looked up at the sky. It was getting late in the afternoon and the sky was going into the sunset.
The people of Banhenheim stared at Carpen and Dangju silently. Albrecht and the knights stared at each other silently.
The winter breeze blows. Roysen feels a chilly breeze.
“Uncle Michael killed all my previous generations. And then he just left. I don't know why I killed him. I just said I was bored before I left. And then he died to that king over there. ”
Surprisingly, Carpen was shocked. Michael, his older brother, was at the heart of the trauma that killed his brother. What the hell are you doing? Crazy bastard.
It was natural for the military to weaken without senior soldiers. Similarly, the Ban Henheim family's skills were rapidly degraded when the knowledge of the previous generations was practiced at once.
That's why I used to find Carpen odd when I heard Manfred was the current owner. All the people worth sitting on were dead.
Carpen looks back. The king and others were looking at him. They were the ones who left the family and brought themselves here.
I turned my head again and saw the people of the family. I turned around, returned to my family. I ran out of the family and came back. What did I want?
The ignorant year merely follows its own path, and the winter breeze blows as empty and cold as the heart of Carpen.
Then I noticed the children of the family in Carpen's eyes. It seemed that the innocent eyes didn't know anything yet.
The children were not yet exposed to the harsh and repulsive ways of family discipline. Karfen smiled softly at the children, then resolved his gaze and looked at Roysen.
“Listen up. You must now officially get married and live. The end is for us to make love like animals and point swords at each other. and build a cathedral. Children will be raised as paladins, and they will be free at the end of their duties. Please, love your brothers and sisters and wives and children...... May God look down on you......”
Karfen leaves with just that. I didn't know where I was going. It just looked lonely behind me.
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