Chapter 27 Duke Wensa’s Dishonorable Victory
Chapter 27: Duke Wensa’s Dishonorable Victory
At noon, under the workshop’s windmill, Wensa had arrived as promised and had been waiting for some time.
Wensa couldn’t be bothered to look at Baili’s half-dead appearance. He directly drew his sword, ready to teach Baili a lesson for his lazy attitude.
“Where’s your sword?” After Wensa had prepared himself, he saw no movement from Baili. This casual attitude nearly made him explode with anger.
“Brother Wensa, don’t take it too seriously. Brother Baili is still young and hasn’t found his soul weapon yet,” Tereise explained.
Thankfully, she quickly fabricated an excuse to let Baili save face. In his current state, being conscious was already a miracle.
He casually took the sword Tereise threw to him, examining it up and down. It barely met his standards.
It felt like a replica of Frost Moon, but the craftsmanship of the blood clan was indeed lacking. Nothing to be done about that.
“This will do. According to the rules, magic can’t be used in these spars.”
Wensa nodded. He was ready to teach this disrespectful wretch a lesson.
“Let’s begin, then.” Tereise stood to the side watching the match. She even brought some snacks.
The blood-red soul weapon “Griffin” twirled in Wensa’s hand. Western sword techniques were indeed the standard for the blood clan.
Usually, Baili’s blade would be infused with a cold light, but now…
Griffin collided with the practice sword, and the exploratory attack sent pain through Baili’s wrist. Wensa pressed on relentlessly, his sword tip jabbing like a torrential rain, so fast that Baili could barely discern the movements.
“Damn, my head hurts.”
Wensa had the upper hand, with Griffin continuously stacking sword intent. His movements became faster and faster, and the practice sword made of iron essence even developed cracks.
Baili could only parry and block, his footing gradually becoming unstable. He knew that continuing like this would definitely lead to disarmament. His body truly wasn’t responding as it should.
“Stacking sword intent to achieve a locked killing blow?”
Baili retreated two steps, but Griffin remained relentless.
“Your attack intent is too obvious. Can you block what’s coming next?” A cold light flashed in Baili’s eyes as he had already figured out how to break the deadlock.
Wensa’s next sword strike was exactly as he predicted, leaving Baili with only the option to evade. But then Wensa began to feel something was off.
Despite clearly having the advantage, the latter half of his attacks felt like they were hitting cotton, with no power behind them. This was very strange.
“With relatively fixed force at maximum points, responding without a pattern is the way to break free from the opponent’s rhythm.”
Baili could see that Wensa was getting a bit impatient, as his sword intent couldn’t stack up.
“This ends now.” Wensa attempted to finish the spar with one strike, seizing the moment when Baili’s movements were slow. Griffin broke through his defense, stabbing directly toward his shoulder.
Sensing the killing intent beforehand, Baili urgently raised his left hand, trying to block the blow with his bracer, but he was already completely locked by Wensa’s sword intent.
The raised hand triggered an instinctive sideways shift of his body, preventing Wensa from delivering a 100% fatal blow.
“Ouch, that really hurts.” Baili clutched his wounded shoulder. The blood on Griffin excited Wensa immensely.
But Wensa found it strange that Baili could still stand there. Despite stacking so much sword intent, how could he still manage to partially dodge?
Fortunately, the physical resilience of his former Templar Knight body was tough enough. This small wound was nothing. The blood on his hand and the pain transmitted by his nerves made him exceptionally alert.
“Are you alright? Don’t push yourself. It’s just a spar after all,” Wensa said, puzzled. To be honest, he had been a bit heavy-handed, but the wound he inflicted was only minor.
“Wensa, that’s enough. Bullying him in this condition is dishonorable, honestly,” Tereise muttered with dissatisfaction. “Last night, for some reason, Sister Vivian forgot to turn off the lights?”
Wensa was completely dumbfounded. Well, well, well, he never expected that this drained young man could still go toe-to-toe with him, countering his Griffin with just a practice sword.
And his techniques had been completely read, with the seemingly chaotic blocking hiding solid fundamentals.
Tereise silently stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and applied an already prepared ointment. Soon, Baili’s wound had completely healed. After all, it was just a slightly serious external injury.
“Prince Baili, I never imagined Vivian would be so enthusiastic. You must have been exhausted last night. Today, my victory was dishonorable.”
Wensa said politely, bowing, with the fighting spirit on Griffin completely gone.
Baili had completely read Wensa’s fighting style based on his past experience. If his body hadn’t been so weak, he could have made Wensa lose his lock. Wensa himself was well aware of this.
To the side, Tereise had finished her snacks and was confused seeing the two still standing there.
“Your Highness Prince Baili, I hope you can guide my swordsmanship another day. I feel it truly needs practice,” Wensa requested formally.
But now, Baili just wanted to go back and have a good sleep. Although he lost this time, at least no one would come to bother him anymore, which was peaceful.
Wensa was just a battle maniac after all. Then there was that annoying coronation ceremony coming up, which made his head ache just thinking about it.
Tapping the sundial bracelet on his hand, he wondered why he had integrated so quickly. He didn’t know why it was happening this way.
Going back to rest was out of the question; the workshop had his bed anyway.
Opening the door, Tereise had already prepared the bed and stood aside, smiling in greeting.
“Brother Baili, I prepared a cake with my own hands. Try it!”
Tereise held a small chocolate cake with both hands. Baili’s smile instantly froze.
On one side was his most hated sweet food, and on the other was Tereise’s expectant gaze, her small face especially sweet with a smile.
Surely no one would let her be disappointed?
“Then, thank you for the treat, Tereise.” Baili’s hand was a bit stiff as he took the cake. Fortunately, she didn’t notice why he was acting this way.
Chewing the cake lightly, the mouthful of cream nearly choked him. The sweet aroma was what he hated most. In front of him, Tereise tilted her head, watching him enjoy the food with a look of rapture.
This intoxicated expression was as if she were eating it herself.
“Sister Vivian was right—Brother Baili loves sweets.”
If Baili knew how Vivian and Tereise had repeatedly emphasized this point, he would have gone back immediately to have a serious discussion.
He hadn’t offended her in any way recently, always being compliant. Why was she doing this?
After a quick rinse of his mouth, his head hit the pillow, and he fell asleep.
“…Damn it… need to replenish my body… I’ll see about getting some goji berries… Vivian, just you wait.”
Baili muttered in his sleep, while Tereise had already noted down the items he mentioned.
“Brother Baili really dotes on Sister Vivian. Even exhausted like this, he’s still thinking about her. I should help too.”
She silently put away the list and soon disappeared with the breeze.
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