Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 287 - 287 144

287: 144 287: 144 He waited until Olivia gradually reined in her warhorse and lowered her spear blade, ending her exploration of horsemanship and horse wars, then Leon stopped teasing the little griffin in his hands.

Setting down the fluffy creature, he patted his butt, rose from under the tree, walked over to the stump target near the girl, and pulled out two practice swords buried in the ground.

Olivia dismounted, greeting her lover who was not far away, “You’re here, Leon.

Have Lord Eriv and the others left?”

After learning about her bloodline and heritage, the girl comprehended some of her father’s concerns, so unless it was necessary, she now actively avoided nobles and tried to keep herself away from the great lords as much as possible.

“They’re gone.

Longka can’t accommodate that many warhorses anyway.

Add Selva and Platon’s pastures, plus the three territories’ grasslands and supplies, it’s already difficult to maintain our own thirty-odd horses,” Leon said, tossing a blunt sword casually.

Whoosh—!

The hefty blunt sword whizzed through the air like a giant arrow, flying towards the girl.

As the blunt blade flew to her, Olivia raised her hand and deflected the incoming sword blade, striking the flying blunt sword sideways in mid-air.

Then, without waiting for it to spin from the force, she waved her hand, grabbed, and secured the spinning sword handle.

Holding the sword, she playfully flicked two sword flowers, her eyes revealing a hint of a smile.

Even though she enjoyed refining her skills in all martial arts, due to her preference for weapon forms and personal aesthetics, she ultimately favored the standard-shaped Felu longsword the most.

Unlike using other weapons, only when holding a sword did she feel that the blade in her hand was like a part of her soul.

“Are we practicing attack moves like yesterday, or should we practice some counterattacks?” The girl raised her sword and asked about the training emphasis needed.

“Both, let’s incorporate a bit of both today,” Leon shook his sword blade, relaxed his body, stepped into position, and held the sword with both hands in a key stance.

“Get ready, here I come!” Olivia’s gaze sharpened, and she raised her voice…

As soon as her words fell, the girl charged forward.

Her unstoppable posture thrust the sword like a spike.

Leon instantly changed positions, striking back.

Boom!

The Knight’s power made the ground crumble with dust, and he violently met the girl’s incoming sword spike, also thrusting his long sword.

—Clang!

Hiss!

Sparks flew.

The intersecting steel blades tangled and bit at each other with delicate angles.

Leon twisted his sword, attacking Olivia’s face with an undiminished threatening posture.

But the girl’s thrust didn’t stop; her sword blade continued along a clever, undulating trajectory downward, aiming at Leon’s chest and abdomen.

In a moment that seemed to herald a double kill, Leon realized the girl’s waist was slightly twisting.

Knowing this thrust would not hit the girl and that he was about to be “split open,” Leon ceased his offense, moved his lower body backward dragging his upper body too, and pulled back his long sword that barely missed a lethal thrust from the girl.

Without pausing, Leon felt the fierce blade of his opponent, like a python seemingly wanting to coil around his arm, he immediately lifted his wrist and turned the blade.

As his backward-stepping feet landed, he flicked his sword to break up the girl’s combination attack.

Two crisp clashes of metal, Olivia leaped back two steps, holding her sword aside, her eyes filled with a trace of sentiment.

“Why did you stop?” Leon steadied his stance, kept on guard, and asked with a puzzled voice.

Normally, the girl’s sword moves wouldn’t stop until one exchange ended, hardly allowing any breathing space.

“It’s nothing, just feeling happy that you are progressing so fast.”

The girl watched her lover’s steady sword preparation, searching for her vulnerabilities, and inexplicably felt a sense of gratification.

Among the three, except Azeryan being slightly lesser, even Lokhak’s martial arts had pleasingly progressed.

But Olivia felt that the big guy, though brave, still relied on his instinctual reactions from training during combat, lacking much of the thoughtful and instantaneous judgments she and Leon managed.

And for Leon, who had changed most dramatically, compared to their first playful sparring under the Windmill Tower, where he couldn’t even receive her playful half-moves, now he was as strong as those Knight Kantadar she used to face.

It required her full attention, and even when serious, she had to spend some effort to defeat him.

It had only been a little over four months, such a leap in growth, although attributed partly to the mysterious magic power training later on, but anyway, personally teaching others martial arts and insights and witnessing their drastically different power, Olivia truly appreciated the satisfaction of watching her proud “disciple” gradually excel.

She had truly managed to present her martial arts as a gift, returning the favor of their rescuing her.

Hearing the girl’s approval, Leon smiled broadly, couldn’t help laughing, “That’s right, I haven’t forgotten yet.

I still need to defeat you to carry Miss Olivia back to the castle as my little bride, it was said like that initially, right?”

Suddenly hearing her former playful words brought up, Olivia’s expression fell, glaring at him with some annoyance, muttering, “You still have the nerve to mention…

You clearly skipped that requirement.”

“Hmm?

Isn’t this a bit like the pot calling the kettle black, Miss Olivia?

How I remember that night, the one who didn’t give me a second chance to propose was…”

Before finishing his words, Leon saw the girl leaping towards him, her long sword slashing down like a silver fan.

With a shiver, Leon quickly countered with his sword horizontally.