mandatory military uniform

three days later.

Today is the day agreed in the duel letter.Arriving early in the morning at the open-air fencing hall next to the golf course, officials from both the empire and the federation were all worried and sad.

"Ling...Major General Ling."

"Major General Ling, what do you think... Your Highness, Your Highness will be okay this time?"

Originally thought that moving out Major General Ling would stop this [duel] that would hurt both sides, but in the end, it was inevitable that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would follow the town.Field Marshal Florence met in battle.So no matter what the result is today, it will be enough for these [onlookers] officials to drink a pot.

"do not know."

Regarding the imperial official's question, Ling Tianen could only respond with a wry smile.

Although in the past three days, whether it was in front of the town or with Aimio, Ling Tianen thought that he had done enough work. His demands to cancel this ridiculous duel fell on deaf ears.

I really can't think of any way to prevent this duel from happening. Ling Tianen originally only wanted to hope that the weather suddenly became bad today, but...

Looking at the sunny sky and the cool green shade, this hope was obviously dashed.

"Before... I heard that Marshal Florence's Western swordsmanship is very good. Maybe, His Highness won't be able to take advantage of this duel."

"Yeah, it's really worrying."

Seeing that the parties concerned have not come yet, an imperial official standing beside Ling Tianen whispered to his colleagues beside him.

Originally, they thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would take the lead when it comes to Western swordsmanship. After all, His Highness the Crown Prince's swordsmanship was taught by a famous fencing master from the palace. If it was only about Western swordsmanship, His Highness should not lose to any opponent.

But you.

When they checked into the town.When Florence recorded the western sword, they couldn't help being dumbfounded.

town.Florence began to learn Western swords at the age of three. At the age of 12, the trophies she won could fill a whole house, and the town.Florence's grandfather is also the leading western sword master in the Federation.

With such an opponent, it is still unknown whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be able to obtain benefits. Who will win, to be honest, no one can say clearly now.

"Major General Ling, do you think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will surely win?"

Looking around, Ross beside Ling Tianen lowered his voice and said to Ling Tianen.

Is it sure to win?

"I don't know..." Shaking his head.

In fact, until now, Ling Tianen couldn't tell how he felt.

Even from a rational point of view, if these two people really want to fight, then no matter how he looks at it, he must hope that Zhen can win, but why does he want Emmy to lose?

No.

It can even be said that he never even had the idea of ​​letting Emio lose this game.

Gently let out a breath, Ling Tianen himself did not know exactly how he felt towards Amy Ou, and what his inexplicable soft heart because of Ai Mio's eyes represented.

Because of these inexplicable and complicated emotions in his heart, his whole thinking became a mess, and the answers that he couldn't figure out, accompanied by a strange sense of irritability, made it difficult for Ling Tianen to show his smile.

"Major General, Marshal Florence is here."

At this time, Rose's low voice interrupted Ling Tianen's thoughts. Hearing this, Ling Tianen looked up and saw that Zhen, who was dressed in white fencing uniform, walked into the arena accompanied by a guard officer.

"Marshal Florence."

Carefully looking at Zhen with a calm face, no matter from the posture of holding the sword or Zhen's aura, it is really impossible to see that Zhen has any possibility of "meat feet" against the Western Sword.

"..."

Frowning, he looked at Zhen. Up until now, Ling Tianen hadn't seen from Zhen's face any sign of giving up the duel after a change of heart.

As if feeling Ling Tianen's gaze, Zhen turned his head and looked at Ling Tianen.

"Don't worry, I will win."

Turning his head to look at Ling Tianen calmly, he made a simple mouth shape towards Ling Tianen, and Zhen Bo's calm face showed a calm expression that made people frightened.

"........."

Are you really going to win, Town?

Clenching his fists, Ling Tianen was about to go up and seize the last chance to interrupt this ridiculous duel.

"It's Your Highness, Your Highness is coming."

There was a low commotion.

It's like asking for emoticons and towns.Florence's diametrically opposite position was the same. Emio, who appeared in a black fencing suit, also walked into the open-air fencing field under the careful leadership of an official.

Ever since entering the lawn, Lan Mou never left Ling Tianen's body.

Seeing that Ling Tianen obviously wanted to go up and follow the town.When Florence spoke, a cold light flashed in his blue eyes.

You really care about the town that much.Florence, Ling?

Even if he doesn't value you at all and let the battleship of your previous life explode in vain, even if I love you deeply since you were Ling En, won't you take another look at me, Ling? !

Secretly clenched his fists, Emio left behind the officials who carefully led the way in front of him, and strode towards the middle of the venue.

Waiting calmly in the venue, seeing Aimio's mood swings clearly, Zhen spoke lightly.

"It's still too late for you to quit now."

Although I know that Emio has made a lot of achievements in Western fencing, but compared to myself who was left at the grandfather's house from the age of ten to the end of military school at the age of 14, and earns a living by professional Western fencing...

Under normal conditions, it would be considered a fluke for Emio to draw with him, not to mention that he was obviously emotionally affected before the game, so it is self-evident what the result will be.

"But as I said before, if you want to withdraw, you can. Not only withdraw from this duel, but also Ling Future's life, you'd better get out of it wisely."

Raising his eyebrows coolly, Zhen said.

"I will return this sentence to you intact."

Staring deeply at the silver eyes of the real inorganic matter, Emio said softly.

"It's still the same sentence. The only person who can really be with Ling is me. The person who should quit is destined to be you."

"Oh, really."

Hearing this, Zhen Bafeng's unmoving face showed a rare cruel smile.

"I like crazy brats."

"because."

Raising his inorganic silver eyes, he looked at Emio calmly.

"Destroying their arrogance and watching them fall from the sky to the ground is really interesting."

"Then, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

"Uh...cough...!"

Perhaps Ling Tianen and the others who were standing outside the venue could not hear the conversation between Zhen and Emio, but the referee standing between the two could hear their gunpowder-flavored dialogue clearly.

Forced to be breathless by the gloomy atmosphere hoarded between Jin and Emio, the referee managed to find his voice and stammered.

"Next... Next, please get ready, both of you."

He glanced at Emio indifferently, and calmly put on the fencing helmet.

Emio also simply put on the fencing helmet in his hand.

"Prepare."

Looking at the stopwatch in his hand with sweat profusely, the referee waved his hand.

"start!"

【Ding】

As the order sounded, the bright sword tip immediately touched a place, making a clear and sharp sound.

The violent collision between sharp sword points seemed to spark a string of bright sparks.

"Major General Ling, the match has begun!"

Swallowing his saliva excitedly, Ross said on the sidelines.

"........."

Frowning, he watched Emiou and Zhen start to attack each other after they started talking, even if Ling Tianen wanted to stop it, it was already too late.

Ding ding ding ding.

I see.

With the referee's order, the two sword tips came out quickly and precisely like poisonous snakes, attacking the opponent mercilessly.

Emio's offense is the main focus, and almost every sword is designed to pick out unexpected and tricky angles. Compared with Emio's fierce offensive, Zhen's moves can be said to be unhurried and easy to handle.The sharp point of the sword not only defuses Emio's attack smoothly, but also finds a clear gap to counterattack Emio.

"Oh my God."

Just listening to the sound of intensive clashes between swords, none of the officials who dare not look at them turned their faces away in fear, and even many officials who were afraid of seeing unexpected appearances covered their faces with their hands , through the gap between the fingers, looking towards the two figures, one black and one white, in the middle of the field.