Chapter 114: v7c5

Torque faces Ficke with his Sword at the ready.

Ficke faces Torque with a clenched expression and a sword dangling from his hand.

　(This guy is surely .......)

　Torque recalls.

(I've seen him moving in a very strange way during practice).

　Torque lightly held out his sword for a test.

Ficke dodged it with a big step back.

A little more thrust.

Torque steps in, closes the gap, and strikes again.

　And suddenly Ficke disappeared.

　Ficke dodged Torque's sword and jumped forward at an angle.

"Fast!"

　Almark muttered unintentionally.

From his blind spot, Ficke launched his sword in the air.

Torque reacted quickly and struck the sword away.

Ficke did not go after him and quickly moved out of the way as he landed.

　The crowd was excited, because suddenly an acrobatic and flashy attack was launched.

"Torque reacted well."

　Almark was impressed.

"I won't forgive him if he gets beat up like that,"

　Nelson responded.

"Torque's not that weak."

The two faced each other again.

　Ficke again swung his sword, but this time Torque was ready to wait, not to attack.

Ficke slowly begins to circle around Torque in a clockwise motion.

　Torque is calm and poised, leaving Ficke no room to maneuver.

Torque's stance has improved,

"I don't think he's going to find anything to hit if he's just circling."

　Nelson nodded in agreement.

"He has to build up his attack and find an opening. Ficke can't do that."

　Ficke finally circled around Torque, unable to make a move.

　The buzz in the audience grew louder.

　Suddenly, Ficke leaps again.

Leaping diagonally forward, he lands a blow to Torque's torso.

When Toruku blocked the blow with his sword, Ficke landed on the ground in a low position, and then launched a powerful punch as if he were rising from the ground.

Torque again parries with his sword, but the force is so strong that he is unable to fully parry it, and it grazes his armor.

"The strike is strong!"

　Nelson shouts in surprise.

"With such a thin arm."

"He's putting all his body weight on it."

　Almark says.

"He uses his body very well."

Ficke continues to land a series of strikes, but as he fights them off, Torque's body is gradually getting into better position.

He is clearly more relaxed in the way he receives the strikes.

(Don't take a licking, with that level of pushing.)

Torque briskly knocked away Ficke's thrusts, and then launched a powerful strike.

Ficke managed to twist and dodge, but it was such a powerful strike that the air in the martial arts arena seemed to change with a single blow.

A sigh of surprise escaped from the spectators.

　Torque continued forward.

He launched a series of powerful strikes, the sound of the wind almost reaching the spectators' seats.

　This time, Ficke was on the defensive.

"If they were to meet head-on, Torque would be no match for him,

　Raydor said reassuringly.

"I guess so."

　Almark nodded, but his expression did not relax.

"But if he is not careful, ......"

Ficke's expression is somewhat relaxed, even as he frantically blocks Torque's attack.

　If it is said that it is a natural expression, it may be so, but there still seems to be some leeway in that face, which seems to be somewhat man-eating.

　Then, Ficke leapt up again, taking advantage of Torque's momentary lapse.

"Whoa!"

　Nelson couldn't help but shout out as he suddenly leapt.

While he leaps, only his right hand with the sword remains in front of Torque's body.

Torque looked momentarily confused as the enemy in front of him suddenly disappeared, leaving only his sword behind.

　Ficke twisted around on his right hand and landed diagonally behind Torque.

"Watch out!"

　screamed two pairs of girls in the audience.

Ficke lands a strike to Torque's torso.

　Torque just barely dodged it by launching his body to the ground, then spun around and got up.

　There was a gasp and a beat of applause as the two fought back and forth.

"Torque!"

　Nelson shouted at Torque as he got up.

"You've got to pull yourself together, man! Don't let him beat you!"

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Torque's face twisted and he clicked his tongue.

"! Shut up and watch."

　Torque now took the initiative.

　He knew that this guy was a pain in the ass if he let him do what he wanted.

Torque put strong pressure on him, and started to strike.

If he can jump,

Ficke was once again on the defensive against the successive attacks.

He was unable to find the right moment to jump as he had done earlier, and he was slowly being cornered.

"He's angled down from above, so he can't jump."

　Nelson nodded in agreement.

"He's not only good with power, but he's also surprisingly good with those little things,"

　(. Come on. Try jumping like you just did.)

Torque continued to press Ficke'and his composure disappeared.

"If he keeps this up, it will be decided ,"

　Almark muttered to himself.

"Ficke!"

　A clear voice came from the cheering section of the first team.

It came from the support group of the first group.

"It's Ein."

　Nelson muttered the voice's name.

"Don't be stupid and be honest with yourself!"

　Ein waved his hands in the air from top to bottom as he said this.

Ficke immediately responded to his words.

　As if he were crawling on the ground, he lowers his stance.

　He lost sight of where he was going to strike, and Torque's attack stopped for a moment.

　At that moment, Ficke made a big leap.

The crowd gasps at the sheer height of the leap.

　Ficke leaps over Torque's head and lands behind him.

　When Torque turned around, Ficke was already on his next leap.

　Ficke leapt diagonally and struck him with a blow. Toruk quickly caught it with his sword.

　A dull thud.

　When Torque turned to face Ficke again, he saw Ficke's calf.

"He jumped over again!"

　Morgen shouted.

　Ficke jumped over Torque's head again, behind him.

"Ficke was not doing it by using magic, he was doing it on his own. That's some impressive athleticism."

　Nelson sounds stunned.

"But it's not good. Torque can't keep up."

　Almark says.

　In fact, Ficke's circus-like leaps are slowing Torque's reaction.

　Torque's defense can no longer keep up in time.

　Then, with full force, Ficke leaps toward Torque's left oblique backward.

The furthest position from the sword-holding right hand. The biggest blind spot of Torque's attack.

　Torque twists his body.

　Even if he twists his body , he will not make it in time.

Ficke was convinced of victory.

"Ficke!"

　Ficke hears Ein's shout.

　Ficke notices something strange for the first time.

He was about to touch down on the ground diagonally to the left of Torque, the furthest away from Torque's sword.

　But the sword was right in front of him.

　(Why?)

　(This guy, no way.)

Ficke realizes his fatal mistake.

　(When did this guy get his sword?)

　A cold chill runs down Ficke's back.

　He has switched it from his right hand to his left.

Torque's face contorts into a wicked smile.

With each turn of his body, the sword in his left hand stabs at Ficke's torso in mid-air, piercing it.

　With a dull thud, Ficke's slender body is sent flying away.

　Torque smiled with satisfaction.

If he was so absorbed in his own jumping around that he didn't even look at his opponent's hand, what was he to do?

　The sound of Ficke's body hitting the ground.

　"Ahhh..." .

　Torque thought as he listened to that sound.

　)That's right, if I am this good, i am going to get hit.)

He slowly turns his shoulders.

　(If it was true, I was going to do this to Armark ome day.)

"Enough "

　Bowen's clear voice echoed through the martial arts arena.

 

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