Chapter 113: I really didn’t mean to do it

The magic sword had brushed the ground, but Robb still stood motionless!

The Templar Knights on the town wall were so scared that their livers were about to leave through their mouths. However, Gorda and others remained calm.

This is because they knew this swordsman was weaker than the double-headed ogre.

The ogre attacked Robb repeatedly but missed. The knight’s result should be the same.

Soon, the knight felt that the sword in his hand hit nothing as if it had hit air. He was slightly surprised, but he was not an ogre with a low IQ, so he would not fall into a state of ignorance. Instead, he quickly reasoned, “he must have dodged my sword with his speed and then returned to his original position, and because he moved so fast, it looked as if he had not moved.”

The knight warned himself in his heart, “What speed! It seems that I cannot underestimate him.”

His sword rapidly attacked Robb. Unfortunately, he missed every time.

However, the magic swordsman took his sword and jumped, waving his left hand forward in mid-air, and shot a fireball at Robb’s face.

Resisted!

Then, the magic swordsman’s series of attacks was over.

Robb, “Why do I feel like you and the ogre are on the same level?”

As soon as his words fell, the magic swordsman jumped up again, and a flurry of attacks once again came. This man attacked much faster than the ogre. A lot of attacks went to Robb’s head.

The magic swordsman suddenly felt an impact from his hand, ha! I hit!

It turns out that this guy is also very lucky; he hit him despite him only having a 1% hit chance.

The sword cut Robb’s shoulder, but with Robb’s resistance and magic resistance, although he was hit by a magical sword, it dealt only 1 damage.

Robb did not even use healing magic. He relied on his ability to automatically return blood lost. And he instantly returned to full health.

The swordsman thought he had won. He laughed, jumped back, and retreated far away.

He looked intently at how badly Robb was hurt, but at a glance, he found that Robb still stood motionless, not injured at all, or fell to the ground. The priest’s robe on his shoulder was torn a little, but it didn’t even break through his skin.

“What the heck?” The magic swordsman was startled and looked down at his sword, which was still burning with fire magic. The magic sword was powerful, but it could only cut through his enemy’s clothes.

In fact, he was not the only one confused. Even the thousand Black Earth Knights behind him and the three hundred Templar Knights on the town wall were confused.

Everyone didn’t want to talk!

“Fine, it’s my turn to attack.” Robb smiled and said, “Look at my knife.”

The wooden knife in his hand went for the magic swordsman.

Seeing this slow knife, the magic swordsman thought to himself, [There are ten thousand ways for me to avoid this attack.]

However, he immediately remembered that his opponent was very strong. He remembered that a slow attack can also have various changes, and it was even possible to turn it quick. I can’t underestimate him.

Although the wooden knife cut itself should not hurt, the swordsman did not want to take the risk.

He used his sword to block the wooden knife, which should be better and much safer than simply dodging.

There is a big difference between western swordsmanship and eastern swordsmanship. Eastern swordsmanship prefers quick and skillful attacks that don’t collide with their opponents’ weapons.

However, in western swordsmanship, many styles involve using two swords or hands, especially the users of great swords. German two-handed swordsmanship or fencing has also developed systems called “Liechtenauer” and “绞剑.” (TL: If any of you are curious. Liechtenauer System: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV14W411g73S/ )

(TL: Also, I’m not sure what 绞剑 is in English. But here’s a video that might help: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZI1R48MBlo&ab_channel=kzhuang)

In order to guard against such strange tricks, the magic swordsman decided to block Robb’s wooden knife with his one-handed sword.

He had to fight hard, and he used all his strength. The Flaming Sword in his slammed into Robb’s wooden knife.

“Pang!”

With a dull sound, Robb’s wooden knife didn’t break!

The magic sword couldn’t cut the wooden knife…

Then, the magic swordsman felt a great force from the wooden knife. The magic sword flew from his hand. It’s unknown how far the magic sword flew. When he went for it, he was shocked that his sword had flown several meters away.

Wearing his armor, he fell to the ground with a dud, smashing the ground and causing dust to fly in the air.

All the bones of his limbs felt like he was being torn apart. His right hand that was holding his sword was broken, hanging limply at his side, and could no longer be lifted.

The knife directly destroyed all his will to fight.

He lay motionless on the ground, sighing to himself, [No wonder number 42 said that Westwind town shouldn’t be provoked. This priest was too strong.]

A few seconds later, he cheered himself up and shouted, “Father Robb is truly strong. I lost and offended you.”

Robb smiled, “Well said, but you’ve always been polite, so we had a very harmonious discussion. You didn’t offend me.”

The magic swordsman knew that he was cutting him slack and wanted to save some trouble, so the princess would not send someone to avenge him. He shouted, “somebody, help me up, let’s go.”

No one came to help him. The thousand knights behind him couldn’t have rebelled, right?

He looked and gasped, seeing his thousand subordinates lying on the ground behind him, unable to get up at all.

He said with surprise, “what happened? Who knocked you all down? “

Robb smiled, embarrassed, “Sorry, when I attacked you, they were knocked down by the splash damage. I didn’t mean to do that. I really didn’t mean to do it.”

Magic Swordsman: “……”