Chapter 222: The Coincidental Encounter in the Sword Art Hall

Joan felt that she should do something special to celebrate this special day.

It just so happened that today was Friday, and the lunch menu in the cafeteria was particularly rich. He specially ordered two extra meat dishes to treat himself, and even ordered a glass of wine as a rare extravagance.

After drinking and eating, Joan came to the playground for a jog as usual. I suddenly remembered that I had made up my mind when I first entered school: wait until my body becomes stronger, and I will go to the gymnasium to participate in more competitive sports such as boxing and fencing.

Thinking of this, Joan wiped his sweat, turned and walked towards the college gymnasium.

Although he kept beating the "retirement drum" in his heart, even though he was a little shy, he finally took the first brave step and walked into the gate of the fencing training hall.

A swordsmanship instructor in soft leather armor nodded and smiled at him, and politely asked him if this was his first visit to the swordsmanship gym.

Joan nodded in embarrassment.

"Edged weapons are not allowed on the training ground, sir, you need to rent a special sword for training, and you also need to wear soft armor and a helmet to prevent injuries."

"Uh, thanks for the pointer."

In order to obtain the above-mentioned equipment, Qiao An needs to pay the rent of 1 gold Duga per hour to the swordsmanship hall, and the deposit can be replaced by a student ID card.

Qiao An has made a lot of money recently. Although he still feels that the fees of the swordsmanship hall are quite expensive, he doesn't care about this gold coin, so he paid the rent readily.

"What else do you need, like a trainer for one-on-one instruction, or off-hand equipment like a shield?"

The instructor seemed enthusiastic.

Of course, Joanne needs to pay for these additional services.

The coach guides for one hour and charges 2 gold duga... Joan feels that he is not yet luxurious enough to hire a personal trainer.

As for the shield, he tried to lift a wooden shield, but it felt rather bulky. If he held the shield with his left hand, it would definitely affect the flexibility of his right hand and even his body. Shaking his head and putting it down.

Putting on a set of buckskin tanned fencing protective clothing, Joan held the helmet in his left hand and a training sword with no sharp edge in his right, and moved towards the training ground a little shyly.

The people in the venue were either teaming up to compete in swordsmanship or being guided by a coach, but he was the only one who didn't know what to do.

Joan walked to a corner far away from the crowd, swung his rapier against the wall a few times, and saw the clumsy shadow reflected on the white wall, and felt more and more ridiculous: what's the point of a person gesticulating here?

"Maybe I shouldn't have come at all."

Qiao An started to retreat again, but he quickly forced himself to give up the idea of ​​retreating, and gradually felt that he still needed to spend money to hire a coach to learn from the basics.

Just as he was about to turn around and look for the coach, footsteps came from behind him, followed by someone patting him on the shoulder.

"Joan, is that you?"

A familiar voice came from his ear, and Joan quickly took off his helmet. Looking back, it was indeed Edward Gates, a frequent visitor to the swordsmanship hall. He was also wearing leather armor and holding a rapier like himself. It looks exceptionally handsome against the backdrop.

"Edward, good afternoon." Joan greeted awkwardly.

"Good afternoon, this is the first time I see you in the swordsmanship hall, it's really rare."

Edward waved his hand sideways, and the swordsmanship coach hired by him stopped knowingly, bowed to the two and turned to leave.

The general's son shifted his gaze back to Joan's face, and said with a smile, "I don't know if I have this honor. Could you please accompany me through a few tricks?"

"Forget it, I don't know swordsmanship at all!" Qiao An shook her head again and again, and then added without confidence, "Maybe I should hire a coach."

"Well..." Edward stroked his chin, and said in a low voice: "With all due respect, the coaches here are of average level, and they are good enough as sparring partners. If you want to learn a few unique skills from them, you are bound to be disappointed. Instead of paying them to teach you, you might as well learn from me."

"Will you teach me swordsmanship?"

"What a strange question!"

Edward raised his head and laughed, it was the first time Joan saw him laugh so exaggeratedly.

"If you ask me about arcane arts, I might hesitate for a while. As for swordsmanship... I don't expect to rely on this craft for a living, so what can't I teach?"

Edward drew out his saber, pointed at Joan, and issued an order solemnly in a soldier's tone.

"Don't waste time, my friend, let's start practicing with the most basic posture!"

For the next hour, Joan spent most of the time practicing basic fencing postures under Edward's guidance.

It wasn't until the last few minutes that Edward allowed him to try to attack with a sword. Afterwards, he frowned and shook his head again and again, pointing out no less than ten mistakes in one breath.

Joan was at a loss, unable to understand the meaning of these details.

Is Edward's request too strict?

Anyway, I have seen blood on the battlefield. If I don't swing my sword according to those cumbersome rules, can't I kill people?

Edward seemed to see his thoughts, so he simply showed his sword and drew a circle on the spot.

He stood within the circle less than three feet in diameter and waved to Joan.

"Attack me with your sword, whatever moves you use, as long as you force me to leave this circle, you will win."

"This... well, please give me more advice!"

Joan held the sword in both hands and bowed slightly to Edward, then took a step forward, stabbing his chest with the rapier in his hand.

Edward stood in the circle seemingly casually, swung his sword upwards with his right hand, easily pushed away Qiao An'an's thrust, and kicked his hip with his foot.

Joan was kicked by him so suddenly that he staggered back three steps and almost fell to the ground.

After finally gaining a firm foothold, Qiao An realized that his skills were far from Edward's, and his strength was even worse.

To win, Edward must take full advantage of the constraints he has set himself, forcing him out of the circle with brains rather than force.

After a short thought, Joan approached Edward with a sword, and suddenly walked around behind him quickly.

It's a pity that Edward's reaction was faster than he expected, and he blocked his moving route in advance with a backhand sword!

Qiao An hurriedly blocked with his sword!

But he never expected that Edward's seemingly fierce sword was just a false move.

Edward shook his wrist, and the rapier raised its head like a poisonous snake.

"Give up!"

With a yell, the thin sword was like a whip, and it struck the back of Joan's right hand like lightning, drawing out a red mark.

Qiao An felt a numbness on the back of his palm, and involuntarily let go of his right hand, and the sword dropped to the floor.

Edward sheathed his sword with a stern expression.

"I said earlier that you held the sword in the wrong posture. Now you understand what the consequences of the wrong posture will be?"

"Understood." Joan held the slightly tingling back of his palm and had to be convinced.

The fourth change is over, I wish you all a happy weekend