Chapter 3: The warrior apprentice vs the knight apprentice
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Ouge's attack with a single staff made the Knight Apprentice's face change slightly.
It wasn't because it was fierce, but Ouge's attack was aimed at his lower body.
Even though there was armour there to block, the attacking staff was meant to deal bludgeoning damage. Even if it was known to be safe, not many people would want to be hit like that.
Despicable! The apprentice cursed Ouge lightly as he ducked backwards.
He had never faced such an opponent before.
But Ogg didn't care. When he saw that the opponent had dodged, he had a pretty good idea in his mind - the opponent's combat experience would not be too strong.
Seeing that the opponent had dodged, Ogg shook his arms and changed his thrust to a pick instead, attacking the opponent's face and throat.
There was no armour here, and even a low-level professional knight would probably not be able to withstand a stab to the throat.
But Ogg's attack did not work.
The other end of his staff was blocked with one hand, causing Oug to attack and thrust it into his breastplate.
Seeing this, Oug twisted his wrist and pulled the staff back. This move could no longer cause damage, and he had to quickly rotate the staff and withdraw the weapon.
Otherwise, if the opponent pinched it, he would be left without a weapon.
The Knight Apprentice who had blocked the attack was also sweating slightly. He hadn't expected this, and if the opponent's weapon had been replaced with a fine iron spear and the strength had been a bit greater, he was afraid that he would have been defeated in a single blow.
After seeing Ouge's staff technique, he also put aside his contempt.
There is no such thing as a despicable or not despicable move in a fight," Ouge replied, interrupting his opponent's thoughts with his words.
But it was also the truth.
A good technique is one that can kill the enemy. When he went hunting in the outskirts of the Demon Forest, Ouge always carried quicklime in his side pocket. It wasn't for use against demons, but against humans.
As long as the powder could blind the enemy, it would do. He had learned this technique from the street fights - those guys really used every trick in the book.
Even here he had been very cautious.
You won't get another chance. The apprentice clenched his sword in both hands. He had almost lost his face.
Og stopped provoking with words and answered his opponent with action.
Og gripped the back of the staff with one hand, the middle with the other, and pressed the front slightly down. With the speed of the step forward, the simple, refined iron staff seemed to have turned into a snake, biting fiercely forward.
Looking at the strange snake-like attack of the staff, the Knight Apprentice was already well prepared. Instead of retreating, he charged forward - he was sure of the damage of Ogg's attack, and that attacking with attack and trading damage for damage was the best way to disrupt the opponent's dexterous attack!
He was confident that with just one strike, just one sword, he could make the man defending the ring lose his fighting power!
Sure enough, when Ogg saw this, he drew back his attacking staff and decided to step back.
The knight's apprentice was pleased to see that his plan was working. He swung his sword and drew the staff towards him. He admitted that his martial arts skills might not be as good as his opponent's, but he had strength!
The sword and the stick collided, one advancing and the other retreating. On the surface, of course, it appeared that Oug had suffered a loss, even to the extent of having the staff torn from his hands.
But what the knight's apprentice failed to notice was that under his mask, Oug had already lifted the corner of his mouth in a smile - "I've been waiting for you to make a big move!
As the staff flew through the air and fell from his hands, the apprentice sensed that something was wrong. He had not felt much resistance when he had swung and parried!
The other person had voluntarily changed his move and retreated!
How was that possible? How could someone control their power so well?
How could someone give up their weapon in the middle of a fight?
No good! He's fallen for it!
The Knight's Apprentice's suspicion had come true. He had used all his strength in his swing and parry, and now it was difficult to change his move!
Ouge also took advantage of the situation and stopped his steps at that moment. His strength had always been concentrated in his legs and feet, and at this moment, all he had to do to stop was to twist his back foot slightly and push forward with it.
The front hand, which had been released long ago, also changed from a loose grip to a firm grip with the movement.
Coordinated with the action of pulling back the horse stance and taking advantage of the opponent's momentum, it was as if the opponent had sent his face into Ouge's fist.
Ka--
Accompanied by the sound of bones grinding together.
The knight's apprentice, who had come with such force, was knocked to the ground in front of everyone!
Even his sword fell to the side. The reversal came so suddenly that some people had not even reacted.
His head is so hard...
The sound of cracking bones that had just come from Oug's fist...
Oug's fist had struck right on the upper lip, the vital nerve junction on the face. An ordinary person would have trembled with pain after such a blow.
But the opponent was no ordinary person, and his face was a little harder than Og had expected.
Had it not been for the precision of the high-speed dynamic vision, Og might have lost after that blow.
But there were no ifs in combat...
At the sound of the steel bar hitting the ground, the crowd erupted in cheers.
'He's from the city, and he's already on his knees after only two exchanges!
'Foodie! Foodie!'
'Get lost, outsider!
I knew he'd win!
Oug paid no attention to the cheers. He simply used his other hand to straighten his deformed fist.
He had just used the combined power of his waist, legs, and fists to inflict such damage; fortunately, his recovery ability was strong, otherwise he really couldn't have used it much more.
This "one-second kill" was not easy, but the visual effect should be full.
In other words, it's a gladiatorial contest.
If it were a real fight to the death, the opponent would already be dead - Og's hidden sleeve sword in his sleeve was coated with silver needle bee venom.
Even if it wasn't coated, as long as it came out unexpectedly, it could be used to stab to death.
"Ugh, you despicable guy, if you're so capable, don't hide! Listening to the fierce voices from the audience, the Knight Apprentice finally recovered from the crushing pain. His eyes were red with rage as he prepared to go up there and take his revenge.
He had never been so humiliated!
Long!
At that moment, a cry from the audience brought the Knight Apprentice back to his senses.
The Knight Apprentice, who was called Long, immediately stopped and looked back at the audience.
It was his companion who had come with him - a nobleman dressed in the standard robes of a mage's apprentice.
Ranger, you have already lost. The few moments it took you to fall were enough for your opponent to finish you off,' the mage apprentice said calmly, as if he were not angry.
'Master Falko, I... I just...' Ranger tried to explain that he felt hurt, knowing that he was clearly stronger than the little man.
Get down here, don't you think you've embarrassed me enough? Fuke shouted from the waiting room.
Compared to losing the competition, he seemed to find his squire's behaviour even more embarrassing.
'Yes, my lord...' Lange did not explain, choosing to obey. Then he walked over and picked up his fallen sword of discipline, at which point he came to his senses.
As a knight, he had indeed lost when his weapon was knocked from his hands.
This time you were just lucky. As he passed Oug, Lange made a spiteful remark.
'Lucky? Let's call it that. Oug, hidden beneath his mask, didn't show the slightest sign of emotion.
Ignorance is often the worst form of contempt.
It wasn't until Lange was about to leave the arena that Oug spoke again: 'Wipe your nose and remember to wear your helmet next time.
Hahahaha!
Oug's words caused the audience, who had been leaning in close, to burst out laughing. They too liked to see this kind of bravado being slapped in the face.
I thought I was so great! Is this it?
Look how the outsider looks down on us. Where's his arrogance?
Seeing the underdog get his comeuppance, the audience was still quite happy. They may have had their differences in the past, but when it came to the outsiders, they were still united.
It was only when the apprentice wizard returned to the stage that the crowd's earlier cheerfulness subsided.
Show him what you're made of, gourmet!
'Beat him up like you used to!
I'm with you all the way, champion!
Oog, always ignoring the noise of the crowd, straightened his mask and then fixed his gaze on his new opponent.
The sorcerer's apprentice, Vuko.
- Writer
