Chapter 24

　　Alan collected the flow secret that was already in his hand, and was immediately cut by Paul at the end of the handle.

　　The blow mixed with fighting spirit sent him flying. He tried hard to adjust his posture and keep his feet on the ground, but even so, without the inertia of the Water God Style technique, his body still plowed a half-meter track on the ground.

　　But just when he steadied his body, he suddenly used his fighting spirit and the reverse impact force to throw Paul hard!

　　With a clang, the two sword blades hissed as they continued to saw against each other at the junction of a few centimeters.

　　Paul stretched out his sword to block his neck, looked at Allen who subconsciously looked at his lower body, and shouted angrily.

　　"Just focus on my neck. The chop looks good! But where are you looking now?!"

　　Alan gritted his teeth and folded his knife. The knife left an afterimage in the air and attacked the other side of Paul's neck.

　　But at this moment, Paul's sword was already a few centimeters in front of Alan's throat.

　　'No! His sword god style is faster!'

　　Alan stepped forward, twisted his body and dodged to Paul's side, avoiding the blade while twisting his body to let the knife cut through the air and slash at Paul's waist and ribs, but Paul's sword was able to accurately strike back and meet Allen's blade, knocking him away from him.

　　Alan pulled away and wanted to continue rushing forward, but Paul reached out and stopped him.

　　His usual playful expression disappeared and he looked at Alan with a calm face.

　　"Alan, adjust your breathing and calm down."

　　Then he pointed his free finger at the distance in front of his neck.

　　"Just focus on this, forget about the subsequent changes, and just keep the feeling of swinging and slashing."

　　"Then, cut it down. It's that simple."

　　Paul narrowed his eyes.

　　"When I count to three, you will kill me immediately. Do you understand?"

　　Alan took a deep breath and instantly regained his breathing.

　　He looked at Paul solemnly, nodded, and then closed his eyes.

　　Whispering in the heart.

　　'.Faster than thoughts'

　　Alan opened his eyes and looked at Paul's neck.

　　"good."

　　Paul looked at Alan's posture and licked his lips with interest.

　　"one!"

　　Alan lowered his waist and squatted, holding the knife with both hands.

　　"two."

　　He placed the blade at his side, extending it diagonally behind him, and with a slanting posture, focused his sight on the point just in front of Paul's neck, concentrating and calming his mind.

　　"S"

　　Alan's pupils shrank into needles as Paul's tongue pressed against his upper palate, making a friction sound!

　　At this moment, the light and shadows around the courtyard in sight quickly converged and turned into wisps of mist. The fluttering tracks of the leaves gradually disappeared in the mist, the sound of the wind disappeared into the nothingness between the mist, and Paul's burning gaze disappeared into the dust.

　　then.

　　Wisps of smoke dissipated into the quiet darkness. The only light remained on Paul's neck.

　　Then, ripples appeared in the darkness, and it was Paul's voice vibrating.

　　At the same time, Alan heard his own voice.

　　Very far away.

　　'.I see.'

　　But clear enough!

　　"I cut it off! !"

　　The next moment! The environment emerged from darkness, and the world was dyed with bright colors again. The screams of Senis and Lilia broke out on the second floor.

　　Alan blinked. The light in the darkness just now seemed like a dream, an illusion, a trance that came in the blink of an eye, and an imagination that came out of nowhere in an instant.

　　He looked up subconsciously and continued to look at the point just in front of Paul's neck.

　　There was a knife hanging there, trembling constantly, and the sound was so clear that it seemed to be very close.

　　No, not as if.

　　The knife is right in front of you.

　　Alan looked down along the blade, and at the end was his hand tightly gripping the handle.

　　It's not an illusion.

　　He looked at Paul in astonishment, who had a bright smile on his face. He stretched out his fingers to deflect the thin tip of the knife, hugged Alan in his arms, and punched him hard in the chest.

　　"Very good! Very good! This is the Sword God Style! Remember the feeling now! This is the feeling of 'slashing'! This is the Silent Sword!! "

　　Just then, Sylphy's hesitant voice was heard from the entrance of the courtyard.

　　"Well, Rudy is ready, Alan, shall we go?"

　　Alan turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and Sylphy was staring at him intently, blinking.

　　The wind blew through her green hair, which was longer than it was two months ago and now fell to her chin.

　　And her expression was no longer as timid and shy as it was two months ago. She just looked at Alan quietly, with a questioning look in her reddish-brown pupils.

　　Alan blinked, and then felt a force coming from behind. Paul pushed him and he staggered. He stood firm and looked back.

　　Paul smiled and put his hand on his neck and turned his head.

　　"Go! Be careful, be careful! Don't put the blade so close to the opponent like you did this time. Rudy's body is not strengthened by fighting spirit."

　　Alan turned and nodded.

　　"Okay! I get it! Let's agree that I win when we get one meter closer."

　　From upstairs, Senice's relieved sigh was a little too obvious.

　　Alan looked up at Senis and waved the knife in his hand.

　　"Don't worry, ma'am. I will put away my knife if I get within one meter. I won't hurt him. You should worry that I will be blown away by his fireball!"

　　Senis smiled and waved goodbye to him.

　　Alan waved back, nodded to Paul with a smile, then turned and left the courtyard with Sylphy.

　　After Alan walked away, Paul's face suddenly turned ugly. He put down his hand that was touching his neck, and saw a red mark on his neck with faint blood spots on it.

　　"Such a strong fighting spirit, it almost broke my fighting spirit. Is this the fighting spirit quality of a nine-year-old child? And he actually figured out the trick of the Silent Sword so quickly..."

　　He looked at Alan touching Sylphy's head in the distance, and the latter's slightly stiff back, but a sincere smile bloomed on her face again.

　　"Philip, you really gave birth to an incredible genius. I wonder when you will meet each other again?"

　　——

　　When Alan arrived at the hillside where he usually came from, Rudy was standing at the foot of the mountain with his arms folded, looking at him with confidence in his eyes.

　　Even though the grass was almost up to his waist.

　　Alan couldn't help but smile at his attitude.

　　"Are you ready?"

　　"I will definitely give you a surprise this time."

　　Alan turned and looked at Sylphy.

　　"Wait for us on the top of the hill."

　　Sylphy blinked, showing a hesitant attitude, and then looked at Rudy.

　　"Well, you guys should be careful and don't go too far."

　　Alan was a little surprised. Sylphy's implication was that Rudy was the one with the advantage. He couldn't help but become curious.

　　By the time Sylphy walked up the hill and leaned against a tree, Rudy and Alan were already a hundred meters apart.

　　Seeing that the two of them had taken their positions, Sylphy nodded.

　　Her voice was soft and was carried down the hillside by the breeze.

　　"start!"

Chapter 34 Allen vs. Rudy, Rudy anticipates the enemy

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the dirt at Allen's feet was suddenly blown away by him, and he rushed towards Rudy's position like a cannonball.

　　Then the real 'cannonball' rolled in front of him.

　　Those were dense water balls, each with a diameter of nearly one meter, densely packed in the air like blue balloons, forming a spherical brick "water wall". Moreover, this was not just a thin wall.

　　The water ball magic continues, and the thickness of the wall is constantly increasing.

　　Alan smiled and squinted his eyes as he pressed the knife.

　　The wind seemed to have calmed down a lot.

　　"It's quite impressive, but I won't just use the Sword God Style this time. Do I need to cut the water ball while moving forward at high speed? I also need a deep enough attack range. Twenty cuts won't work. So..."

　　'Northern God Style - Practical Combat Style - Normal Style 2.'

　　The dirt and debris exploded behind Alan's feet. His right leg was lifted into the air, and his body twisted in the air. The blade swung around him in a full circle as his body rotated. As he swung out with the accumulated momentum, the wall of water balls was so close that he could even see the light spots reflected by the sun on the water balls.

　　The fighting spirit is surging.

　　"Yuantian Slash!"

　　The fighting spirit wrapped around the blade, and the blade light seemed to extend extremely long.

　　The water wall was cut horizontally, and Alan's body shot out from the gap!

　　He chopped the water balls that were coming towards him into pieces with one blow, and shuttled back and forth between the water balls, whose gaps had obviously become much larger. The water balls exploded one by one around him, creating ripples on the grass.

　　Amid the waves, Alan stepped on the water and moved forward, his speed increasing instead of decreasing.

　　He looked up at Rudy in the distance. The other party raised his hand and continuously shot water ball magic from his palm. At the same time, his body was like a balloon, bouncing and retreating rapidly. He was using the continuous blowing magic to quickly distance himself from Allen.

　　'I don't know why the water ball was scattered. It turned out that Rudy couldn't aim the jumping and blowing magic properly. He released it twice during a jump. Once it created a reaction force on his body, which made him fly away. The second time it was released on his feet to help him absorb the shock and make it easier to continue jumping.'

　　'But, not fast enough.'

　　The dense water ball technique that had lost its accuracy was simply unable to stop Alan's advance. His dynamic nerves had been squeezed to the extreme. The water balls exploded around him in vain and turned into turbulence on the ground. However, he maintained his advancing posture like a butterfly flying over the lake, without any sluggishness in his body.

　　The distance between the two has reached fifty meters!

　　Rudy gritted his teeth when he saw this from a distance.

　　"Waterfall! Icicles!"

　　Alan subconsciously dodged the icicle under his feet, but found that there was no ice under his feet. He looked up at Rudy.

　　The latter was surrounded by a huge cylindrical stream of water, which poured down instantly! The huge amount of water almost soaked the surface of the ground, forming a shallow river, and then a column of ice suddenly appeared at his feet.

　　"Rock Cannonball!"

　　Rudy swung out a rock cannonball that had been compressed into a blade shape, and with a snap, it cut the icicle into pieces of ice that could be used for standing. He then stepped on the ice, raised his hand and shouted at Alan.

　　"Rock Cannonball!"

　　Alan turned around to dodge, but found that there was still no rock cannonball coming. He looked up and saw that Rudy in the distance was just pretending to shout, but was actually using a blowing magic trick. With the reverse inertia, the ice under his feet slid quickly into the distance in the grass and water.

　　More than twice as fast as just blowing.

　　Alan was dumbfounded.

　　"Can we still play like this?"

　　Then a rock cannonball suddenly attacked, and Alan knocked the rock cannonball away with a knife. The Dragon Saint Dou Qi embryonic core in his abdomen suddenly shrank and expanded, squeezing out gurgling streams, and melted into the original Dou Qi in his limbs and bones.

　　He cut through the oncoming ice spears with a knife, plowing the water in front of him into high waves, and ran rapidly. The rock shells kicked up layers of mud behind him, but they could not lock onto his body at all.

　　The fighting spirit was surging wildly, and Alan's body was so fast that it almost left an afterimage!

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