Chapter 65: Roa’s Strength

He didn't have the dream of saving the world, he was just thinking about himself, but many times, Rudeus was also very confused, to be precise, he didn't have a goal.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary person, or even, to some extent, not even an ordinary person.

That was how it was in his previous life.

Recalling his previous life, the image of that otaku playing computer games with his head down seemed to reappear before his eyes.

Dispelling the lingering fantasies in his mind, he felt at a loss again when someone told him what to do.

Rudeus said with a wry smile, "Ghislaine, it's not that easy."

Ghislaine nodded and said lightly, "It's all irrelevant to say these things now. Come on, let me see your strength."

Rudeus's swordsmanship naturally didn't need to be said much about, it was at a level that hadn't even reached the Intermediate Swordsman, and he was defeated in a few moves.

Roa, who was watching from the side, clicked his tongue in wonder and said jokingly, "Rudeus, I'm afraid you'll always be overshadowed by Eris."

Rudeus, who was lying on the ground, was expressionless and didn't say anything.

Sparring was only part of sword practice, and more often it was necessary to hone one's basic skills.

In this regard, it was actually no different from what Paul taught.

Sword practice was just like that, the basic movements were just a few moves, roughly just straight thrusts, upward slashes, vertical chops, and returning sweeps.

Eris and Rudeus were constantly honing their basic skills, constantly swinging their swords according to Ghislaine's requirements. Ghislaine was constantly correcting their postures, and swinging the sword was undoubtedly extremely boring. What was mainly being trained was their familiarity and use of the sword, creating so-called muscle memory.

By the time she finished teaching the two of them, half an hour had passed. Ghislaine had Rudeus and Eris practice on their own, and called Roa in front of her. Looking at the elegant young man in front of her, Ghislaine also felt a little headache. After pondering for a moment, she said to Roa, "Come, attack me. Remember, you can only use swordsmanship."

Roa responded lightly and began to fight the other party.

Roa only had the Sword God Style that he could show off. He basically hadn't learned the Water God Style or the North God Style.

Therefore, Roa's attacks were bound to be wide open and close.

Without building momentum, without drawing his sword, Roa directly slashed at Ghislaine with his right hand holding the sword.

The movement was very standard. Roa's sword swung towards Ghislaine, and Ghislaine blocked with her sword horizontally. Roa retreated his right foot and changed his position to attack Ghislaine again. The wooden sword in his hand slashed diagonally upwards from bottom to top, and Ghislaine turned around, easily dissolving the boy's attack again.

"Is that all you've got, Roa?" Ghislaine's cold words came again.

Roa's attacks were neither hurried nor slow, horizontal slashes, upward thrusts, and thrusts, the three most basic sword moves were constantly changing.

Ghislaine easily blocked and dissolved these three sword moves in turn.

However, Ghislaine's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she felt a hint of doubt in her heart.

If the other party's strength was just like this, then there was no way he could have swung that amazing sword.

It wasn't that Roa's movements were not standard, nor was it that Roa's swordsmanship was so bad, it was just that Roa's movements were too mediocre, too mediocre to be excessive.

Could someone who could swing that sword at this age be an easy person?

So, what exactly did the other party want to do? Was he hiding his strength?

Subconsciously, Ghislaine slightly increased her strength, no longer just passively blocking, but actively delivering a sword to Roa every time she blocked Roa's sword. This was also a disguised way to force Roa to use his full strength.

Ghislaine wanted to see what Roa was up to.

However, the more they fought, the more Ghislaine realized that something was wrong.

The other party was still using these few moves, but Ghislaine clearly felt that she needed to put in more effort to block the thrusting sword that she could easily block before.

The more they fought, the more a strong sense of incongruity swirled in Ghislaine's heart.

Was the other party getting used to her sword moves?

Realizing this, Ghislaine no longer just defended, but directly thrust out a sword. Don't look at Ghislaine as being rough and wielding a huge greatsword, but who would have thought that even Ghislaine's understanding of thrusting swords was also at its peak.

She didn't use her full strength, still only suppressing herself to the same level of physical fitness as Roa.

However, even such Ghislaine put a lot more pressure on Roa in an instant.

This thrust, although it couldn't be called as fast as lightning, was at its peak, and the angle was extremely ruthless and tricky, thrusting towards Roa.

Roa's eyes narrowed slightly, and that intuition became clearer and clearer. In Roa's eyes, the Ghislaine in front of him turned into three figures, thrusting towards Roa in three directions.

Ghislaine's every move, every detail, and breathing frequency were all discerned by Roa at this moment.

The three figures were the three outcomes of Ghislaine's attack, and also represented how she would attack.

Ghislaine's thrusting sword was very good, even perfect.

However, that was not enough. Roa's body leaned slightly to the right, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed horizontally towards Ghislaine.

Ghislaine sneered, and in her opinion, the boy's actions were undoubtedly courting death.

If the Sword King's thrusting sword was so easy to take, then she wouldn't be called the Sword King.

However, under her astonished gaze, her sword was just because of this one leaning distance, and happened to leave Roa the distance to swing his sword. Roa retreated slightly, and the slash quickly fell horizontally, actually directly blocking Ghislaine's thrusting sword.

A smile appeared on the corner of Roa's mouth.

Those good-looking eyes met Ghislaine's beast eyes, and the crimson-gold eyes flashed with a deep cold light. That face, which was even more handsome than a woman's, had a mocking smile on the corner of its mouth.

Was he mocking me?

Ghislaine's beast eyes narrowed. Logically speaking, she should be angry at this time and tear the ignorant brat in front of her to pieces, but a strong intuition was constantly telling her that something bad was about to happen, but Ghislaine didn't know where the problem was.

Unable to find the key to the problem, Ghislaine didn't think so much anymore. The muscles on her body bulged, and the wooden sword in her hand was delivered again, and the speed could actually be a few points faster.

Ghislaine's aura changed from the previous plainness, and the sword in her hand was no longer just blindly blocking, and the momentum on her body was extremely violent, and the sword in her hand was slashed down.

No matter what your schemes and tricks are, I will break them with one force!

This was Ghislaine's swordsmanship.

Roa still just retreated slightly, raised his sword to block, and the sword collided with the sword. Roa used the momentum to drive Ghislaine's wooden sword in a semicircle, and the original powerful force was mostly released with the rhythm of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

However, Roa, who had eaten this slash hard, felt his right hand was slightly numb, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

The other party was still holding back, so Roa didn't use magic power, but even so, the Sword King and the Upper-Level Swordsman still had this insurmountable gap.