The quick-witted Podia had obviously noticed this. Her lips curled up slightly, and a cunning glint flashed in her eyes. She immediately chimed in, "That's right!
Remember, throw away those idiotic thoughts of saving and helping others. We live in a cruel world. If you want to live on and live a better life, you must not be a good person. "
"Alright, since all of you have said so, there must be a reason for it. I will try to change myself and throw away some unnecessary sympathy. I hope it won't be too difficult." As she spoke, a helpless expression appeared on Mable's face. She seemed a little dejected.
Perhaps the cruel reality had given her a huge impact, causing her dreams of becoming a hero to shatter. Or perhaps she was disappointed in human nature and could not understand why people could not coexist harmoniously.
Of course, these were only the hot-bloodedness of young people. As she grew older, she would quickly understand the complexity and greed of human nature. At the same time, she would gradually understand the importance of self-protection.
Seeing that Mable's mood had sunk, Podia did not continue her sarcastic remarks. She waved the dagger in her hand and shouted at André, "Cut the crap!
Our duel is not over yet!
You took advantage of me with a shameless sneak attack just now. You won't be so lucky next time! "
Without a doubt, she was still brooding over the sudden attack just now. After all, a woman's desire for revenge was much stronger than a man's. It was not strange for her to want to get back at him.
Looking at her eager eyes, André chuckled and raised his rapier. He asked, "Then what are you waiting for?
Come on, I keep my mind alert at all times and places. Even if you took advantage of the time we were talking just now to attack, you wouldn't have succeeded.
Besides, my swordsmanship is also known for its agility and speed. Unless you are twice as fast, it is impossible for you to win easily. "
"Bastard!
I want you to pay for your arrogant words!
I'm going to be serious next! "
Podia was furious. She exerted force in her legs and charged forward like an arrow. Her footsteps were especially agile, especially the wide soles of the halflings. She actually changed the direction of her attack three times in a short span of two to three seconds. She was so fast that no one had time to react.
Clang!
The sharp magic dagger collided with the tungsten steel rapier, making a crisp sound. Orange sparks flew in all directions, directly opening the curtains of the battle.
It had to be said that as a Thief who specialized in burglaries, the big-breasted loli's frontal combat ability was indeed a little too strong. Her two arms were like the tongue of a venomous snake. She used the speed of the dagger to disrupt the rhythm of the opponent's defense, and at the same time, threw out a fatal flying dagger. If one was not careful, one might fall to the ground after a flash of cold light.
Obviously, this close-range and long-range tactic was very difficult to deal with. For a moment, André was a little flustered. If he hadn't been able to predict the direction of the opponent's attack in the next second, he would probably have been injured.
It couldn't be helped. The Halfling's Agility was originally higher than André's, so whether it was the speed of her attacks or her footsteps, she was a little faster. In addition, she deliberately wanted to make André suffer a little. It was as if her whole body had been turned on, and in the end, even a faint afterimage appeared.
However, André was also not to be trifled with. The Rogue Swordsman's natural advantage in one-on-one combat was fully utilized to the extreme. Although he looked a little tired, his defense was tight. A full minute had passed, and he didn't show any signs of being defeated. He forcibly held on until the opponent stopped attacking.
"Damn it!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Your movements are too strange!
All of your defensive postures are exactly like a textbook! "Podia, who was panting, gritted her teeth and cursed.
Only she knew that the ferocious attack that could have sealed the victory was blocked by Andre, who seemed to be barely able to do so. She also knew how difficult it was to maintain the basic movements without changing shape. Generally speaking, those who could do so were either complete idiots or geniuses.
After all, there were only three elements in cold weapon combat: strength, speed, and skill. The first two relied on the body's natural talent, and it was very difficult to improve through training. The last one relied on the accumulation of long-term practice. The richer the combat experience, the better the skill.
As everyone knew, when an action was practiced thousands of times, it would be memorized by the body and become a kind of instinct. The next time it encountered the same situation, the body would automatically react. This method was called muscle memory.
Although muscle memory was easy to say, it was very difficult to actually do it. In the process of practice, the muscles would become tired. Fatigue meant that there was no guarantee that the movements would be exactly the same from beginning to end. After a long time, it was inevitable that there would be some distortions, and these distorted movements would slowly become a part of muscle memory.
In addition, as the number of battles increased, everyone would adjust according to their own feelings. Therefore, many of the standard movements recorded in books would basically look wrong after a few years.
However, they had forgotten that the basic reason why standard movements were called standard was that they had been tempered by countless masters. They were recognized as the most labor-saving and fastest moves.
Although changing without sufficient experience could temporarily improve one's combat level, it would leave behind a huge hidden danger. It could be a fatal flaw in one's defense, or it could be an inability to control one's strength. One day in the future, one would taste the bitter consequences.
The reason why André could defend against Podia's attack, other than the fact that the Rogue Swordsman was good at reading and predicting the opponent's movements, was that his skills were all from the textbooks. There was not a trace of distortion, so naturally, his reaction was a little faster.
"How do you feel?
Do you need me to let you sit down and take a breath, then drink some water? "
André teased with a playful tone as he looked at the exaggeratedly proportioned twin peaks on her chest.
Although his arms were a little sore and numb at the moment, he still did not want his opponent to have time to rest. Therefore, he deliberately provoked her. He believed that with the impulsive personality of the halfling, he would definitely not be able to resist the urge to attack again.
But unfortunately, he miscalculated this time. The halfling had very sharp intuition. He did not rush forward as expected. Instead, he adjusted his state of mind while cautiously observing and calming his chaotic breathing.
For a thief, the rhythm of a battle was the most important part. Once they fell into the enemy's control, it would not take long for them to be completely defeated. After all, they were not warriors, and most of the weapons they used were short weapons like daggers and short swords. Therefore, they absolutely could not give up the initiative.