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  "According to the result of my investigation." Feshert says, "Ricard is a guy who is very easily to get agitated!"

  I think of the situation that I study the plan with my father and Feshert yesterday.

  "Even though he has the good fighting skills, but his mentality is not that great, and he has the deadly weakness!"

  "What is that?" My father asks Feshert.

  "Of course... It's the Prime Minister's second miss Lisa!" Feshert takes a look at me and smile to say, "after dismissing the marriage contract with our sir Kone, this miss is like a wild horse without any restrictions. She parties every day and night, there are troops of men chasing after her... Ricard quarreled with Lisa about this for more than ten times, they ended on a sour note every time. Ricard can't beat up or yell at this ‘fair lady’..."

  "Hah hah! Nobody expects that Ricard will have a day like this." I laugh and say, "this is a good weapon, how can't we not take good advantage of it?"

  "It looks like that my son is not an idiot." my father sips the red wine, "hey hey, just go ahead to do whatever you want, there are a lot of high rank officials supporting us. Turnasi says that your fighting skills are very good among the same age. Your Majesty has clearly told me that he want s to confer the land next to the Dark Moon city upon you. Thus the Prime Minister will try his best to interfere, Ricard is the card that he shows right now..."

  ............

  There is a huge empty place in the west garden where we will compete in, there are a lot of people sitting around it. There are several empty chairs in the best position, those are for the Majesty's family.

  "Hey hey, Ricard." my right hand holds the handle of the knife, I put the knife close against the back of my waist, and the left hand grabs the end of the scabbard, I speak to Ricard, "I heard that you are very busy lately."

  "......" Ricard shuts his mouth.

  "Miss Lisa is getting more and more beautiful, she has a lot of pursuers." I have a smile on my face and keep talking, "everyone wants to get her, well, that means it will be fame and benefit at the same time!"

  "Viscount Kone Cada!" the Prime Minister can't sit still any more, "I ask you to stop these nonsense!"

  "I say the Prime Minister," my father stands up and says, "shall it be alright that two kids have a good talk before the competition? You don't need to over intervene, right?"

  "But what Kone Cada does is interfering Ricard!" there is a guy jumping up by the Prime Minister's side.

  "Doesn't Your Majesty give them enough time to prepare?" a viceroy with a whole face beard says, "if they have already come out to here, doesn't it mean that they are ready?"

  "yes!" my father speaks to the Prime Minister, "shall we let Ricard to go back to have more time to prepare?"

  "I have no objection!" I echo my father loudly, "if Ricard thinks it is annoying him."

  "You..." it seems like that Ricard has given a great lesson by the Prime Minister, he still can control himself well until now. But it seems like that he has never had the quarrel lesson before, just by the look that he gnashes his teeth, you can tell that he is still a freshman.

  He does not know how to quarrel, but the Prime Minister and other guys who have been in the offices more than ten years know this pretty well. How can they watch their own guys to be taken advantages? Both sides talk according the rules and laws, point the fingers, spit the saliva, you come to here and I go to there. Just right in a moment, the west garden becomes a farm market... I don't have anything else to do instead.

  While the both sides are quarreling to no end, the Palace servants blow the trombones, Your Majesty is coming.

  Everyone stops the quarrel and kneel down to welcome him, the Majesty seems to get used to the things like this, he walks straight to his seat and sit down. The queen Nashall has a smile at me and sits down next to him. Feshert stands behind them with no expression on his face, he stretches his right hand, raise the thump, and shakes it at me.

  "Are you ready?" the captain of the Palace guards asks us, "both of you?"

  "Yes." I say.

  "No problem!" Ricard gnashes his teeth and says.

  "Then let's get it start, let me tell you first," Your Majesty talks to the highnesses, "take good care of your own mouths while they are in competition."

  Your Majesty Krimer takes out a white silk handkerchief and lifts it up, he takes a look at us, then he lets it drop. The handkerchief floats down slowly.

  "Hey hey." Ricard warps his mouth corners up, he pulls out his two-hand sword and throw the scabbard onto the ground.

  "Come on!" seeing the silk handkerchief touches the ground, I say to Ricard.

  "Ahh!" Ricard makes a loud cry and rushes to me, his two hands hold the sword high over his head.

  "The first one is used to test the power of your strength!" Turnasi's words flash in my mind, I pull out the knife and stand still.

  The distance is not so far, it gets to the front of me right soon.

  After a loud noise, I use the center of the knife to cut with Ricard's blade root of sword together... Well, it's a pretty gain.

  "According to the regulation, both sides will part away after the first sword." uncle Turnasi explains the noble feats rule to me, "and now the fight is really to start!"

  "I'll break your bones!" our weapons hack together, we are face to face. And compared with the speaking Ricard's eyes, the bull's eyes can't be considered as big.

  "I believe," I whisper, "but I heard that miss Lisa didn't give her first time to you?"

  "This doesn't need you to care for!" Ricard stares blankly for a moment, "you this garbage."

  "Now this title is back to you!" I smile like a devil, "that bitch has thousands of people to taste her lips!"

  With the applause sound of all the people, we separate...

  Before this, I study all today's tactics carefully, I study carefully the weapon and fighting skills used by Ricard.

  The most important thing for the one who use the heavy weapon is to grasp the initiative, to keep hold of the attack, and the rhythm of the breath, that can save a lot of energy.

  No matter how well Ricard's fighting skills are, after all, he is just only sixteen years old. Consuming all his energy, I will have half of the victory already!

  Ricard begins to attack.

  His offence is very violent, the heavy sword carrying the break air whistles chops on my knife. The carefully made mountain knife begins to show its advantages, every time I block away Ricard's sword, at the moment of the collision, the blade will have the very slightly dithering, it will discharge most of the impact.

  "Eleven! Twelve!" I am counting while I am backing slowly.

  The surrounding shouting are louder and louder, Ricard has been attacking me for twenty three times in the applause sounds!

  "It should be over!" even I have such a good knife, my hand is getting pins and needles.

  Ricard's sword comes crosscut over once again, I dodge and avoid it, Ricard's sword has a bit delay in front of him.

  "Opportunity!" my right foot has a push on the ground, while timing Ricard's sword is not back in front of his chest, I lift the blade evenly and puncture it over.

  Ricard is too late to block his sword back, he has to have a step back. At the same time, he twists his waist and drags the sword back, he blocks my knife with the part close to the sword hilt marginally.

  I pull the knife back, I have a step to my right side, and I hack down to Ricard's left shoulder with the knife in hand.

  Ricard steps back again nastily, he pricks the blade up to block.

  Before the sword and knife hack against each other, my knife has already changed the direction in the air, it cuts to Ricard's left leg.

  After the sound "whem"! Even though Ricard blocks my knife, but he also breathes in shortness. What? Already in panting just like this? It is not over yet!

  The knife circles a half in the air, this time it strikes down to the right side...

  I can see that Ricard is
very nervous, every strike that I have makes him to have a wide range sharp movement with the two-hand sword, that consumes Ricard's energy very fast. But, I am not going to end the fight immediately, because I know the truth of more haste and less speed...

  "Whem!" Ricard blocks my knife once again, but this time, I slow down intentionally to let him block it.

  "When one's confidence begins to disappear, failure has signed a contract with him!" I have forgotten who said this, but there is a word like this. From now on, I will destroy Ricard's confidence.

  After he blocks my knife, Ricard has a rare smile on his face. He thinks that I have the subsequent weakness as well, he is ready to attack again.

  I draw my knife back a little bit, and then take the charge to strike to Ricard's sword. Because he wastes too much physical strength, his action becomes slower.

  The knife and the sword hack in together once again, Ricard's sword is knocked to the back, he has a full face of astonishment.

  I split the knife at him, the same posture, the same speed, the same timing...

  Seven knife strikes in a row, Ricard is pushed to carry the sword to pick up the seven strikes in the same position. I know, he has pulled the arms muscle paralysis in pins and needles.

  "The final strike!" I look at Ricard, my eyes show the fierce light out.

  I swing my knife, make a detour around his sword, and split into his body on the left.

  Ricard's sword stops in the air, he stares blankly.