C96

"… …"

Liang Yue tucked her hair behind her ears, which was somewhat disordered from dodging the attack, in the wind created by the greatsword. She continued to hold the dagger in her hands, and on her pretty face appeared a smile. She only stood there casually.

"Your sword arts are not bad." Although it was a compliment to his swordsmanship, Liang Yue looked at the giant sword in Barton's hands with a gentle smile. However, the two gentle eyes that looked at the sword in his hand made Barton feel as if there was a sword revolving around him that could stab out at any time. It was very uncomfortable.

Other than Xiyue, everyone below the stage thought that Liang Yue had fallen into a disadvantage. However, only Barton knew that from the start of the battle until now, he had expended a great deal of energy.

At the very least, it seemed like he could still put on a show. Other than Xiyue who could not hide it from the man who was fighting with her, everyone else probably thought that he was at a disadvantage.

"To be able to use the greatsword like this, you are indeed very powerful." Liang Yue said these words in a very ordinary manner, but the people below the stage all seemed to have a sort of approving feeling. They thought to themselves, clearly, you were the one that was at a disadvantage, yet you still shamelessly said these words.

At the very least, Liang Yue felt that she had no way to use the greatsword in the same way as him, but that was only by using the greatsword. Liang Yue was not a person who used the greatsword, so she probably did not like these things that made people feel that they were very fierce.

He was as sharp as a tiger locking down his prey. When the sword was held in his huge palm, it was suffused with a deep blue light, just like the water in a quiet pool. It seemed calm, but no one could believe his depth.

The dust on the ground started to slightly jump as if it had suffered some kind of an impact. Barton's body also seemed to have changed, and one could faintly see the faint red color in the depths of his pupils.

With a bang, his leather shoes stepped on the ground, leaving a visible footprint, because the part of the stage that was stepped on slightly sank down, Barton was like a ferocious tiger out of its cage and rushed towards Liang Yue, the greatsword in his hands, ready to attack her forcefully.

Liang Yue held a short sword and squinted his eyes as he smiled at Barton, who was rushing towards him. No one knew what he was thinking about.

There was a commotion below the stage, this person did not even dodge one sword attack, could it be that he was scared silly by Barton?

Naturally, there was no way that Liang Yue would be scared silly. He obviously had a reason for staring at Barton.

Barton rushed here very quickly, but Liang Yue saw something. He saw that Barton's white shirt was dyed pink for a moment, just like his skin. It was pink, but there was a sense of blood.

The sword that was slashing horizontally arrived. The huge sword's whistling sound pierced the air resounded in Liang Yue's ears. Barton tilted the huge sword and slammed it towards him like a board.

"Ding", instead of the dull sound of being hit as expected, a crisp metallic sound reverberated in the dance hall. Liang Yue raised her head and looked at the man before her who was about to hit her with his huge sword, feeling quite intrigued.

Barton's eyes were as cold as his mood. Before the duel, his heart of victory was already gone, because he saw that this man only raised his sword hand and blocked his own sword. Since he was using a smack, then his sword was like a short stick.

The short sword used the body of the sword as well as the great sword. The wooden board and the staff collided, and they were evenly matched. Sparks flew in the air, giving people a feeling that they were evenly matched.

Previously, when Barton had attacked, only a small portion of the audience had been able to block it. Moreover, even if they could, it would be impossible for them to be like how Liang Yue was; they couldn't even take a single step back.

The giant sword and the short sword separated, and Liang Yue took a step back, still holding the same sword, using the sword like a stick, but looking at Barton's gaze, her former gentleness had become somewhat more interested, moreover her interest in Barton, was not only focused on the sword in his hand.

It was obvious that the sky was very clean after the heavy snow. The clear and cold moonlight scattered down and enveloped the entire Hetton Mal, and in the starless sky, a milky way had separated the entire sky into two sides. The gathered starlight did not fear the moonlight, and as it fell from the sky billions of years ago, it added a romantic and romantic feeling to the holy feeling of the snow-covered city.

The piano and the violin were playing along with each other. They were no longer in a hurry like the earlier rainstorm, but for some reason, there was a strange sense of tranquility to them.

Barton himself was not a good person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been expelled by the Hetton Mal Academy for violating the academy's rules, especially after he had dropped out of the academy. He was famous for being brutal in the academy's city, but right now, he was feeling a bit uncomfortable from Liang Yue's fighting style, constantly simulating in his mind what would happen in the upcoming battles and trying to find a way to get rid of Liang Yue.

He had used the greatsword, but Liang Yue had used the dagger. His own agility was naturally not as nimble as Liang Yue's, so when he saw Liang Yue's appearance, he was already about to be unable to hold it in.

The muscles on his body rose and fell as if he could breathe. The pink color that had only appeared for a split-second before appeared again, as if his white shirt was soaked in sweat.

The sword in Barton's hand had a completely different look. It could be said that the previous giant sword was calm and steady, but the red sword was different. The sword was surrounded by a red liquid and the black iron sword was corroded by red rust.

"Heh …" Liang Yue squinted her eyes, and her laughter seemed to have a sense of ridicule.

The snow was illuminated by the lights of the ballroom and the starlight outside, reflecting good light through the transparent glass.

There was also a red sword that was stabbed into the ground of the arena.

"… …"