Knights and Magic Wand -
Chapter 345 - 345 168 Barracks Sparring_3
345: Chapter 168 Barracks Sparring_3 345: Chapter 168 Barracks Sparring_3 This was an effective attack because he was actually using the spearhead-like spike at the end of the halberd.
Leon twisted his waist, dodging sidelong like a pair of dancers spinning together.
He couldn’t help but feel exhilarated by his brother’s fierce offensive.
If Olivia’s footwork was clever and graceful, sometimes reminiscent of a nimble cat, sometimes like a raptor,
then Lokhak’s steps were like a tiger choosing someone to devour, rushing forward with a sort of wild aggressiveness.
Seeing that his strike missed, Lokhak didn’t choose to change tactics but launched himself forward directly, relying on his physique and strength, his right arm sweeping across with the halberd pole like the unstoppable force of a suddenly accelerating train engine.
Leon cursed with a silent laugh in his heart, did this kid still expect him to hold back?
With such momentum, it was clear he was holding back some malicious intent, aiming to catch him off guard.
Had this been half a month ago, he might indeed have been caught off balance by the move.
Leon’s retreating right leg bent in a bow-step, scraping the ground, the spear pole in his grip met the oncoming halberd pole with a head-on clash.
Crack—!
With a loud noise as splinters flew, the sturdy wooden poles in both knights’ hands were pressed into each other, deforming under the immense pressure.
Leon’s form was pushed backward by Lokhak’s weight, sliding on the ground, his back foot kicking up a pile of dirt, but soon stopped as his steel boots dug into a pit in the ground.
“Hah!”
Leon, who had been gathering strength all along, let out a grunt, pulled out his right foot, spun into the offensive, and charged forward, pushing the sturdy, tower-like Lokhak, bent spear pole and all, forcing him to retreat step by step.
Lokhak twisted his body to the right, attempting to use leverage to press down the halberd symbolically marked with a red tip, but Leon didn’t dodge and instead pressed close, his right hand loosening momentarily, the Iron Gloves pushing against Lokhak’s neck armor.
At such a close distance, long-handled weapons were utterly unable to exert force and cause harm to an enemy covered in armor.
Meanwhile, Leon allowed the opponent’s “halberd” to rest on his shoulder armor, and seized the opportunity to trip Lokhak with his right leg, his right palm striking upwards against Lokhak’s helmet at the chin position of the neck guard.
The tall knight lost his balance instantly, spinning half a turn like the blades of an electric fan, and with his own weight, crashed heavily to the ground.
With a clanging din, Lokhak lay on the ground, staring blankly through his helmet’s visor at the blue sky, not comprehending how he had ended up there.
Leon pointed the spear tip downwards towards his brother’s helmet in a gesture of victory and then extended his hand to help Lokhak up from the ground.
“What kind of technique is that?
Olivia didn’t seem to teach that, did she?” Lokhak, lifting his visor, asked curiously.
“All sorts of Martial Arts, this is…
ahem, I learned this from Uncle Bryan, court wrestling,” Leon said with a laugh.
Since the battle at Longka and his duel with Canis, he had earnestly realized that between two suits of “Armor” of similar strength, it was extremely difficult to quickly decide life and death in a duel.
The key factor that determined his rapid victory over Canis was Olivia’s Riding Spear charge, which took down the overconfident Wolf Family Young Master.
Thinking it over, at this stage, besides Magic, learning wrestling could likely greatly increase his odds of victory when facing opponents of similar “Armor” level.
The problem was that Olivia wasn’t proficient in this area; she could talk a bit about boxing, but the golden-haired girl had no experience in close combat with others since childhood.
After all, with Olivia’s strength, there was hardly any violent problem in the village she couldn’t settle with a staff strike or a punch.
Fortunately, Mr.
Brian Sr., who had once served the former King, turned out to have a set of close-quarters combat skills.
“Ah, I went to Olivia a few days ago to secretly ask for instruction on this triple hit, thinking I could surprise you with it,” Lokhak said regretfully as he looked towards the sidelines at the golden-haired girl.
Olivia helplessly spread her hands towards the tall man; she too hadn’t anticipated that Leon’s strength would increase so quickly.
“If it hadn’t been for recently, a sudden hit like that might indeed have caught me by surprise,” Leon said with an embarrassed smile; unfortunately, after the special training of the day before, his physical condition seemed to have taken another step up.
Now that he could effectively control the Magic Power within his body, he was not only shortening the period for Magic Power training assisted by Kovis, but he was also increasingly feeling the doubled effects of that intense training.
“Let’s go again,” Leon was still not satisfied.
Sparring with Olivia was like being a punching bag.
Sparring with the Guards was like bullying.
Uncle Bryan, with his chronic hidden injury, no longer had the strength of a Knight of Valor.
Larian from the inn wasn’t quite familiar enough yet.
If he didn’t disturb Lady Adelina and those Thorny Flower Knights around her, then the brother before him was a suitable martial reference for himself at the moment.
“Alright then,” Lokhak beckoned an Attendant to replace the nearly broken wooden pole and once more readied his stance.
Amid their sparring, the others were naturally not idle.
Kovis and Azeryan, well-rested, matched each other in swordsmanship.
Olivia also began to instruct the Guard Soldiers and Treya on armored combat drills.
The intense martial exchanges quickly drew frequent glances from the soldiers resting further away on the soccer field.
Those two teams of soldiers stopped kicking the ball around, huddling and whispering, starting to place bets on the knights’ sparring outcomes.
Leon naturally noticed the warriors’ gazes too but did not intervene.
After several rounds with Lokhak, during a rest period, Leon went to the edge of the field to drink some water and looked towards the resting soldiers and the “soccer field” they occupied.
That was truly not a form of entertainment native to this land, at least Leon had never heard of something like soccer being a developed sport from the original host’s memories or anyone else’s words around him.
If there were anything like kicking a ball around in the countryside games, it was very rudimentary and had no rules to speak of.
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