Spellcasting Heavens

As the official start of the Prime Minister's Martial Arts Conference is getting closer and closer, a large number of foreigners have poured into the entire King's Landing City, which has brought great pressure on the originally poor public security, and also caused all kinds of food and drinks. Prices are climbing.

Leaving aside other places for the time being, the house that Zhang Cheng just bought has been visited by three waves of thieves in a row. The youngest wave is only eleven or twelve years old. immature child.

The motive for the theft is also very simple, that is, he is very hungry, and he goes over the wall and flows into the kitchen to get some leftovers to fill his stomach.

Looking at these scrawny little guys kneeling on the ground, he sighed helplessly and commanded: Give them something to eat, and then put it all away. Remember, Delhi, don't disturb such trivial matters in the future. Me, you can handle it yourself.

Yes, Sir, you are really a kind person. A middle-aged man in his forties bowed with one hand on his chest.

As a professionally trained housekeeper, he has faithfully performed his duties since the day he took office, and managed the huge yard in an orderly manner without ever making a mistake.

Very well, let's go and do your thing. By the way, let Blanco know that it's time for swordsmanship training. After that, Zhang Cheng ignored his housekeeper and continued to play with the bottles on the table.

With the start-up capital of 2,500 golden dragons, he disguised himself as an aristocratic son from afar in just a few days, not only bought a house with a large area, but also hired A housekeeper, two footmen and four maids.

Most importantly, he hired a powerful mercenary to practice his fighting skills seriously, intending to kill 50 opponents before the competition started, in order to obtain the melee professional template as soon as possible.

Anyway, the requirement given by the mission is to kill fifty opponents, and there is no strict requirement on what level the opponent needs to reach.

This also means that before the battle begins, the opponent may be seriously injured, or starved for a few days.

As for the candidates, the robbers, gangsters, hooligans, murderers, and rapists detained in Junlincheng Prison are the best targets.

They only need to pay for the golden robe guarding the prison, and they don't mind selling part of it in private.

In fact, many prisoners in the prison are secretly stuffed into the hold of ships every year, transported to the distant slave sea, and sold to the slave owners who live there.

About three or five minutes later, an old man in leather armor with two wooden swords in his arms walked into the room and gave a salute: Good afternoon, sir. Once again, I suggest that you give up the impracticality of participating in the tournament. Because with your skill and talent, it will be difficult to beat a qualified veteran in a few years, let alone a highly skilled knight.

Don't talk nonsense! Let's start today's swordsmanship class. Zhang Cheng put down his research, turned around and pulled out a rather heavy training wooden sword.

Well, as you wish, it's not my time and money that was wasted anyway. Blanco shrugged indifferently.

He didn't even assume a standard sword-holding stance, and while waving the wooden sword very casually, he said, I have taught the basic steps, breathing, and parrying skills of swordsmanship a few times. Today, let's enter the actual combat stage. Although I personally think that you should exercise your muscles first, it doesn't matter if you insist, let's start attacking now.

Be careful!

Zhang Cheng, who has never liked nonsense, took a step forward and swung the first sword from bottom to top in a standard low-handed start.

Although the posture does not look pleasing to the eye at all, the actual combat effect is not bad at all. To be precise, in most actual combat swordsmanship, there are not many movements that can be called beautiful.

Good job! But it's not enough! Blanco effortlessly defuses the attack with a backhand push

But he didn't take the opportunity to fight back.

Just took a step back and continued to stand in place and wait for the next round.

Obviously, according to Zhang Cheng's current level, not to mention winning, it is quite difficult to even create a little threat.

But he has never been a person who likes to follow the rules, and he will not be limited by the so-called standard posture.

After the first round of attacks failed, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a sly smile, followed by raising the wooden sword high and making a slashing action.

Out of habit and instinct, Blanco immediately chose to parry with both swords.

Just as the two wooden swords were about to collide, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised his foot and kicked the other's vital part between the legs.

This time, his movements were fast and sharp, leaving no time for the opponent to react at all.

next second...

boom!

Ah!!!!!!! It's... damn it!

Blanco clutched his lower body and knelt to the ground in pain, with a twisted expression all over his face.

You don't need to ask to know that he must be in so much pain right now that he can't even grasp the sword.

As a mercenary who was born to death, it was the first time he encountered such despicable, shameless, and nasty tricks, so he was accidentally caught.

Hehe, how do you feel, my dear swordsman teacher? Zhang Cheng asked proudly.

Excellent! I can guarantee that if you use this trick in the official competition, it will be 100% tainted for thousands of years, and His Majesty the King will even directly deprive you of your noble title. Blanco replied with gritted teeth covering his injured Egg.

Looking at the embarrassed expression of the other party, Zhang Chengcheng couldn't help laughing: Hahahaha! Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to use it in the competition, I just want you to judge, if I pick up the sword now Going to a duel with an ordinary person, what are the chances of winning?

It's not easy to say. I personally think it's difficult for most people to block your kick just now. What, are you in any trouble? Blanco struggled to stand up and asked with concern.

No, no, today's swordsmanship can stop here, I have got the answer I want. After speaking, Zhang Cheng threw the wooden sword aside and continued to play with the gadgets on the table.

Seeing that the employer didn't intend to reveal the news, Blanco didn't force it, bowed slightly, then turned and left the room.

As soon as he left on the front foot, Zhang Cheng put on a gray cloak on the back foot. He also took a sword and a bag of golden dragons, and quietly slipped out the back door and went straight to the direction of the Junlin City Prison.

As early as two days ago, he had contacted the warden and negotiated a price. The next thing to do was to pay and kill the criminal in the lowest cell of the prison.