Chapter 215 - Three Swordsmen
Chapter 215 of "Exploring Technology in a Wizard World" opens presenting key developments: Chapter 215: Chapter 214: Three Swordsmen Chapter 215: Chapter 214: Three Swordsmen Danger! Must dodge!Seeing... Read on!
Chapter 215: Chapter 214: Three Swordsmen Chapter 215: Chapter 214: Three Swordsmen Danger! Must dodge!Seeing the expression of his opponent, Raymond panicked slightly, wanting to pull back, but it was obviously too late. With a âswoosh,â the broadsword swung towards him, and Raymond felt a pain in his stomach, the next moment a large amount of blood sprayed out.
With a âthud,â Raymond felt his legs could no longer support him, and he uncontrollably fell to the ground.
In that moment, Raymond understoodâhe had lost, and it was a crushing defeat.
Driven by the desire to survive, he flipped over and tried to crawl away from his opponent, toward the entrance where Macbeth was, his voice coming out muffled, âUh⊠Mac⊠ah!â
As he called out, Raymondâs body suddenly shook, his eyes widened greatly, and then he lay motionless.
His opponent had already caught up to him and, using the broadsword, ruthlessly stabbed him from behind, pinning him to the ground.
The arena fell silent for a moment, then the exaggerated shouts of the audience erupted. At that moment, it was as if there was only one name in the world.
âTuo Tie!â
âTuo Tie!â
âTuo Tie!â
The host had to exert a lot of effort to quiet the audience down, then he announced the results of the match with some coldness, âTuo Tie wins!â
Immediately, the audience shouted again.
âTuo Tie!â
âTuo Tie!â
âTuo Tie!â
Tuo Tie smiled, pulled out the broadsword from Raymondâs body, waved his hand to the crowd to acknowledge them, and then left the scene with grace.
As for Raymond, naturally, the Duel Arena staff rushed up with wooden boards to carry him away for treatmentâor more accurately, to collect his bodyâsince Raymond was clearly dead.
At the entrance, Nancy was slightly stunned, seemingly surprised. Macbeth, however, was calm, evidently not too concerned about Raymondâs death. In fact, even if Richard or Nancy were to die, it would be the same for him. Originally, to him, the trio of Richard was nothing more than minor pieces in play. Even if they all died, it wouldnât be a big deal, just that things might become slightly more troublesome.
Macbeth spoke indifferently, looking at Nancy and Richard with a hint of lamentation, âTsk, poor Raymond. But he must be the worst swordsman among the three of you, right? I hope the two of you wonât end up like him.â
âUhâŠâ Nancy replied, not sure what to say.
Richard said softly, âWe wonât.â
âThatâs good,â Macbeth said, looking at Nancy, âNext up, itâs your turn to go on stage, right?â
âYes,â Nancy nodded, her expression becoming serious. She was a little surprised, but not afraid of Raymondâs death. After all, on the giant wheel, facing pirates and mermaids was much more dangerous than now.
âGood luck,â Macbeth said.
âOkay,â Nancy replied, holding her longsword as she walked onto the field, her steps steady and powerful, her expression utterly calm.
And thenâŠ
About ten seconds later, Nancy returned the same way she came, her steps equally steady and powerful, her expression equally calm.
Walking to the entrance, beside Richard and Macbeth, Nancy was a bit tense, and she asked with wide eyes and disbelief, âDid I really win like that?â
âIt seems so,â Macbeth touched his nose, his expression also a bit odd.
âAt least, by the rules, youâve won,â Richard said, âAfter all, the host has already announced the result. Even if the opponent truly hurried over now, it canât be changed.â
âUh, okay,â Nancy said, frowning slightly, not quite understanding, âWhatâs up with the opponent, to be absent like this? Overslept? Ran into some issues on the way? Got tied up with something last minute?â
âWe donât know,â Richard shrugged, âAnything could happen, but the result wonât changeâyou won.â
âLucky girl,â Macbeth commented, then turned to Richard, âOkay, itâs your turn next. Whether your opponent also has issues, I hope you can win the match. After all, since King Hu Fu didnât appear this morning, the chances of him showing up this afternoon might not be high. We must try to reach the finals as much as possible. So in the match, donât be too hasty, prioritize a stable approach.â
âYes.â
Richard nodded, and then he left the entrance.
Looking up, the sun was already high, casting a scorching sensation on his body. Taking a deep breath, Richard adjusted his state of being and walked briskly towards the center of the arena.
His opponent was not absent like Nancyâs, already appearing, approaching the center of the field. The opponent had a very distinctive appearanceâa completely bald head with no hair, reflecting bright light under the sun. His wide face, full of scars, with a crooked nose, slanted eyes, and unruly beard spreading along his lips, he looked extremely fierce, like the words âbad guyâ were written all over his face, enough to frighten any child.
And the opponent, dragging the heavy broadsword, weighing dozens of pounds, behind him, also had a deterrent effect. It wasnât just the blade that could slice into a bodyâeven being hit with the spine of the sword could potentially kill someone on the spot.
Richard looked at his opponent, his eyes flashing briefly.
At this time, the hostâs voice resounded from the platform: âNow in the arena, one of them is ranked second, from Iron Wheel Castle, the wielder of the giant sword, Hei Man. As a professional swordsman, he has been hired by many mercenary teams and groups and has killed numerous enemies. Itâs said that the especially brutal Boske Thief Gang was exterminated by the mercenary group he belonged to.
This time, he specifically came to participate in the swordsmanship competition, hoping to achieve a good result and be appreciated by our great King Hu Fu.
Oh, thereâs also another swordsman, who is currently temporarily ranked firstâRichard. Itâs worth mentioning that he, along with the previously lucky winning female swordsman, Nancy, and the unfortunate deceased male swordsman, Raymond, all come from the same placeâPompeitz City.
Itâs said that the three of them were trained from a young age by a noble with considerable strength named Jones. He brought the three of them to the competition to see their true combat abilities.
We now know that Richardâs two companions both have competent real combat abilities, though their luck differs greatlyâone extremely unlucky, the other extremely lucky. So why not, letâs see what kind of luck this swordsman Richard will have, and how he will perform.
With that, I declare, the match begins!â
As he spoke, the host threw a handkerchief down.
The handkerchief slowly fell from the air, Richard holding his sword looked at the opponent called Hei Man who, with lightning speed, retreated backwards, so by the time the handkerchief touched the ground, he had already moved back a good ten meters.
Uh, what kind of rhythm is this?
Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.