"Pull up your weapons, this conversation is over." When Morse said this, he raised the dagger again. Ethan looked at his face now and realized that he was no longer in the mood to continue the conversation. The conversation between them was enough. Ethan learned a lot from it. He not only understood Morse in front of him, but also solved many questions in his heart. "Come on." Now it's time to continue the competition. "very good." As soon as he finished speaking, Morse rushed out and quickly closed the distance with Ethan. whoosh! In less than a second, Morse appeared in front of Ethan, with gray magic power flashing on the dagger. “I won’t show mercy either.” Seeing this, Ethan decided to take the sparring to another level. He activated his own magic power and covered it on the spear. As if he saw a pattern, Ethan could sense the trajectory of the attacks.
'This feeling is so wonderful.' His senses guided him to dodge to the right, and in his mind, the path of the attack had already emerged subconsciously. clang! They fought fiercely, sparks flew as their weapons collided. Ethan's spear showed unique advantages in the battle, and he intended to use it to the fullest. The rifle had been part of his life since the day he was born into the Hartley family, and he still remembers the first "toy" he got. That was the spear of the first clan leader, the legendary dragon slayer's weapon. From then on, his life was closely connected with the spear, and with the strict teachings of his father and family, his basic skills were almost perfect. Hartley's Gun, special skill - [Seven Line Offensive] This is a unique skill passed down in the family, and it is also a spear skill that every member of the Hartley family has to practice since the age of five. This skill allowed them to master seven different dimensions of attack with precision. Even in this era, people always compare the spear to the sword. In essence, they are different, and the first patriarch of the Hartley family was the first to integrate it into the basics. Instead of using the spear as flexibly as a sword, it is better to develop the characteristics of the spear to the extreme. 'The lance is a one-way weapon.' The difference between spearmen and swordsmen is that spearmen have a single attack direction. Unable to change the direction of attack as flexibly as a swordsman, the first clan leader proposed the concept of "seven-line offensive". He did not ask the spearmen to become flexible, but to enhance their attack power in a single direction. The patriarch divided space into seven dimensions, which would be considered basic vectors in modern times, but at that time, there was no such term, and the patriarch created it himself. Ethan is the inheritor of this stunt. Clang! Clang! Now, he was using this special skill to flexibly deflect Morse's dagger attack. In every confrontation, Ethan could accurately calculate Morse's attack trajectory. His spear moved in perfect fashion, accurately countering Morse's fierce attack.
With every counterattack, Ethan could keenly sense the flaws in Morse's movements. His intuition told him where the flaws would appear, and every move seemed to have been known in advance. "ha!" Morse's attack was as fast as lightning, but Ethan responded calmly with the "Seven Line Offensive". Every time they fought, Ethan would subconsciously analyze his opponent's movements and look for flaws. This was not something on the analytical level, but more like an instinctive consciousness. 'Here we are.' At this moment, Ethan's instinct told him that the opportunity to attack had come. Morse's right arm revealed a gap. prick! Without any hesitation, Ethan's spear stabbed out instantly, pointing directly at Morse's arm. "ah!" Morse frowned in pain as the tip of the gun pierced his arm and blood gushed out instantly. 'It's not over yet.' Stab! Stab! Ethan didn't stop and continued his attack, seizing Morse's brief moment of vulnerability. His spear flashed as quickly as a shadow, stabbing Morse's limbs and torso with precision. Morse stumbled back, his injured arm causing him severe pain. "Well……" But he did not give up. Instead, he gritted his teeth more firmly and raised his dagger to meet Ethan's rapid stab. They were engaged in a fierce battle, their skills and determination intertwined, and endless sparks bloomed. Ethan's eyes lit up with a fiery light, he stared at Morse, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You are strong, Morse, but this is not enough." He said, and continued to attack at an astonishing speed. He knew Morse's potential and understood why he was chosen as his opponent. Now, he was eager to witness Morse's true strength with his own eyes. "Come on, let me see your true strength!" "Tsk... bastard." Morse cursed in a low voice, but Ethan could clearly feel that Morse's anger was gradually escalating. The other party's attitude had quietly changed. Clang! Clang! The spear and the dagger kept colliding, and Ethan's attacks kept coming like a tide, pushing Morse to the limit without mercy. They moved as fast as lightning, and the sound of weapons clashing echoed in the air. "This guy... doesn't give me any chance at all." Morse cursed inwardly. Whenever he tried to fight back, Ethan seemed to be able to see through his intentions and could easily block his path and prevent him from making any effective counterattack. 'This injury has affected me too.' Coupled with the impact of the wound, Morse was forced into a disadvantage. Facing Ethan's ruthless attack, he was almost unable to resist. 'I can't stand the smile on this guy's face.'
Morse was filled with anger, and he wanted to wipe the smile off Ethan's face. Although he didn't want to admit it, his pride made him unable to tolerate being slighted. "Come on!" With a roar, Ethan rushed towards Morse again, with a hint of boredom in his voice. Although the conversation with Morse helped him adjust his state, this battle seemed unchallenging. “Try and see if you can block this attack.” Ethan whispered, and thrust out the spear in his hand suddenly. Hartley's Spear - Triple Claw Attack! Ethan's spear was as flexible as a snake, stabbing out three times in a second. The spear tip wrapped in magic power left an afterimage in the air, as if three poisonous snakes pounced on their prey at the same time. "Show me your true strength, don't let me down." Ethan recited silently in his heart, and the spear struck out like lightning. prick! The first blow hit home firmly, and Morse could neither avoid nor block it. prick! The second attack hit again, piercing Morse's right shoulder accurately, and blood immediately oozed out. As the two attacks hit, Ethan's disappointment gradually increased. Just as he was about to launch the third attack, a strange feeling suddenly came over him. He realized that this attack might not work, but he couldn't stop now. Just as Ethan launched his third attack, Morse's movements suddenly became strange. His eyes clearly captured every move of Ethan. Ethan's heart trembled, and he felt that the situation had changed. clang! With almost perfect timing, Morse successfully blocked Ethan's final blow with his dagger. The two weapons collided, and to Ethan's surprise, the spear's attack trajectory was completely cancelled out. "What?" Ethan was surprised to find that Morse seemed to be able to predict his movements and responded with extremely precise counterattacks. Bang! The tip of the spear was bounced upward, breaking Ethan's attacking posture. This was a perfect opportunity to counterattack. Ethan heard Morse gritting his teeth in pain, and saw that the arm he used to block had lost its strength. But Ethan knew that Morse's strength was not limited to this. He was proficient in all kinds of weapons, whether it was bows and arrows, daggers, or bare hands, he could exert amazing power. whoosh! Just when Ethan thought he had won, Morse's supposedly powerless arm suddenly raised up, his palm wrapped in magic power, and rushed straight towards Ethan. Ethan's body reacted instinctively, and his left elbow dropped to try to block the blow. However, the expected attack did not come, and the sense of danger disappeared instantly. "Um?" Ethan made a puzzled sound. This development was completely beyond his expectations. "So that's how it is." Morse's voice sounded coldly. At the same time, Ethan felt a cold touch on his neck. A deadly breath. "What?" He looked down and found that Morse's dagger was firmly against his neck. The arm that he thought was weak now held the dagger firmly without any trembling.
"I win, Ethan." Morse's voice was calm and firm. Ethan was stunned, staring at the dagger blankly, his mind going blank. "How did you do that?" he muttered to himself, and that was the only thing he could say.