"It's interesting, what do you mean is that you want to have a mock battle with me?"

Curt asked Oscar with interest.

Mercenaries often compete to hone their skills, and sometimes they conduct simulated wars to resolve some disputes. Of course, this kind of battle is based on understanding each other's strength. No one will challenge opponents who know that they are defeated and surpass their own skills and strength.

The boy named Oscar in front of him is very interesting. I don’t know if he is confident in his strength or is eager to show his skills in front of Curt. When he proposed to have a simulated battle with Curt, he could see his burning eyes full of fighting spirit and confidence.

"Yes, I want to have a simulated battle with you." Oscar looked at Curt seriously, "Don't you want to know my abilities? It is necessary to understand my teammates' abilities properly before working together. This will also allow you to plan action plans more effectively in actual combat, right?"

His reason is really interesting. Maybe there is also a test of whether Curt is qualified to teach himself. Young people are young people, always so energetic and passionate. Seeing Oscar ejaculate the passion that he didn't even have when he was a teenager, Curt laughed in silence.

Some passion is always good, and such enthusiasm can effectively bring the relationship with peers at work. However, it is the responsibility of being a senior to calm their minds appropriately.

"Okay, then use the driving range behind."

After thinking for a while, Ke Tetou agreed to the Oscar challenge.

During the previous time of communicating the tasks, the driving range in the backyard was cleaned by the staff, and the practice puppets that were broken by Curt have been cleaned up and replaced with new ones. The venue has now welcomed the next group of users to be visited in a brand new state.

"I'll just use this stick. What weapon do you use?"

It is already a consensus among everyone that it is impossible to use practical weapons during simulation warfare. Curt lightly took off a wooden stick about the thickness of a senior high school finger from the practice weapon stand placed next to the field, and at the same time, he inserted the recurve knife at his waist into the temporary storage area.

"You don't need a knife?"

Oscar's eyes were circulating on the practice weapon rack, and he wanted to choose a fog that was worthy of hand. When he saw a practice knife without a sharp edge beside the wooden stick that Curt took down, he seemed a little dissatisfied. He probably felt that Curt had chosen a weapon that he didn't use often and underestimated him.

"No, it's not that I don't want to use a knife, but the practice knife provided here is not as easy as this stick." Curt used a wooden stick to pose like a long knife, shaking the wooden stick in his hand as if he was waving a long knife. "Don't worry, I won't let go of water during the simulated war."

After looking at Curt's posture closely, Oscar seemed to have accepted Curt's explanation. He nodded and said, "If it's really as you said, it's best. To be honest, I don't want you to let go just because I'm a newcomer. Please have a simulated battle with me seriously."

As he said that, he also chose his own weapon - it was a long sword without a blade. The wide body of the sword looked quite powerful, but it was slightly shorter than the commonly used sword. In contrast, the handle of the sword was a bit too long, making people hold it in both hands.

"It's not what I said... Oscar, are you a spellman? How could you choose such a weapon..."

Curt's smile froze when he saw Oscar raise his sword. He had seen mercenaries using this sword many times, but they were all burly and sturdy. Now the Oscars who are holding this sword are a little thin, and this proportion suddenly seems quite wrong.

"It's quite easy to use, and no one stipulates that a spell cannot use a two-handed sword, right?"

Oscar tried to wave the sword in his hand with both hands. The sword of a considerable size seemed to be as quick as he expected when he waved it in his hand. In fact, its weight did not look as heavy as its appearance, but was light and balanced.

"It's true that no one has ever stipulated that a spell cannot use a two-handed sword."

Curt sighed deeply while holding his forehead. He really didn't want to tell Oscar that a weapon had been basically eliminated in modern warfare.

"Since you have chosen the weapon, let's start." He said, then distanced himself from Oscar and took a stance to fight. "You can attack the challenges you make first. In the simulation battle, you can use all the spells you master, and I will take them seriously."

"This is what you said-"

Oscar was not polite and immediately launched an offensive.

He did not rush to swing his weapons, because he knew that he, who only mastered some basic sword skills, would find it difficult to gain advantage in close combat in close combat. As a spell, he could only seize the opportunity to win if he fully utilized his abilities.

He took a step forward and leaned his sword on the ground and turned to drive the spell. Curt could clearly see the refined magic power gushing out of his body, and continuously injected into the gloves he had been wearing on his hand. The gloves, which were originally unspecified, emitted a layer of shimmer light under the intensification of magic power. The glimmer light that was sticky like ink and rich in texture was composed of refined magic power.

That is the "magic tool" held by Oscar as a spell.

The magic power in humans is much scarce compared to races such as demons or the people of the North, so naturally they cannot squander spells as they wish. In order to use their own magic power more effectively, humans choose to refine the magic power in their bodies, and then focus the refined magic power with "magic tools" and then compile a magic cube array, so that the magic power can organize the spells in a more efficient way.

Holding the "long sword" in his hand, Curt stood silently. He stared at Oscar's every move. After the young man injected magic into his gloves, he used his hand to draw invisible patterns out of thin air. As he moved, three magic cubes shining with blue light gradually appeared beside him.

"The qualifications are good, but unfortunately I am a little bit inferior. I drive three spells at a time, and it's too slow to use the mass-produced civilian tools that the academy has sent you."

Most of the first-grade apprentices Curt had seen could only drive a single spell. Now Oscars drive three spells at one time, which is already quite talented at his age. However, the output power of the "magic tools" he held was really insufficient, and driving three spells at a time slowed down the time for the preparation of spells.

Look

"If it's on the battlefield, the enemy won't give you time to prepare!"

Curt said as he looked at Oscar who was still driving the spell.

Before he finished speaking, he practiced his declaration and rushed towards Oscar's position with his sword. The wooden stick in his hand cut through the air like a long knife, drawing a long arc.

"shooting!"

Seeing Curt sweeping the wooden stick, fine beads of sweat appeared on Oscar's forehead. The three magic cube arrays that had previously floated beads were drawn at an extremely fast speed. The scattered light condensed into three arms-length guns, shooting towards Curt who was sprinting at an extraordinary speed.

This is the "flash gun" technique, a spell that uses simple magic to directly construct light particles condense into short guns to shoot at the enemy. This is the most basic method of spells used by magicians to attack. It basically does not require preparation time, and can be activated as long as you invest enough magic.

At the same time, the spell he was driving silently in private was also activated. A light breeze blew in the originally stagnant air. The light breeze wrapped around the long sword that Oscar had been leaning on the ground, adding a sharp blade to the two-handed sword without a blade.

The next moment, Oscar drew up the sword on the ground. He waved the sword at the fastest speed and slashed the direction Curt was running. The wind wrapped around the blade kept flowing, stirring up the surrounding air and burst out like a sound of insects.

If this sword is cut firmly, it will not be easy even if Curt is made of stone.

"Smart."

Looking at Oscar with three-point nervous look, waving the sword he used for the first time, Curt laughed again - half praised and half interesting.

"It's good to use tricks, but unfortunately the attack method is still too tender after all--"

Curt briefly expressed his praise for Oscar, but this does not mean that he will show mercy. For an opponent like Oscar who is somewhat distracted and arrogant, if Curt shows mercy in the battle, it is the greatest disrespect to him - so his actions accelerated in an instant.

Oscar opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and he felt that he had seen hallucinations. Then he understood the gap between him and Curt in an instant - this was not a level where experience and technology could be used to make up for the gap. With Oscar's sight, Curt almost lost his trace, and he could only barely capture the trajectory left by the wooden stick in Curt's hand that he used as a long knife.

The wooden stick swept left and right, leaving behind brown afterimages in the air. The three flash guns that shot at Curt first were hit on the most fragile side at almost the same time. The closely-combined magic power was instantly dispersed, turning into countless particles that flashed after light scattered in the void.

Among the scattered particles of light, a black shadow against the sun broke through the scattered light. Although he had been mentally prepared for the oncoming attack, when Curt really broke into close range, Oscar realized that he had no chance to blink now.

The mental reaction was already one step late, let alone follow-up actions. It is impossible to avoid it now, so I can only give up. Oscar tried his best to shake off his sword, which was plated with a layer of wind, and fluttered his spell, in order to stop Curt from further slashing.

But it's useless!

Curt seemed to have interpreted Oscar's final struggle in advance. While he waved his two-handed sword, the wooden stick hit the side that he could not use. The stick and sword intersected, and the huge impact force passed along the sword body to Oscar's hand. He could hardly grasp the handle of the sword's hand, and the whole person was leaned back by the impact force belt.
Chapter completed!