Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 354 The Grand Commander's Assessment (Part 2)

The long selection process has finally come to an end, and now everyone's attention is involuntarily focused on the training field.

Falgar hoisted Wolf's End over his shoulder with one hand and looked with great interest at the last challenger to appear.

The only son of the Gunnhildr family, his swordsmanship was exceptionally advanced for his age. He spent his early years recuperating in Sumeru and remained unknown to the world for a long time.

Speaking of which, considering that he hasn't yet successfully snatched... cough cough, the little girl he recruited into the Knights from Frey, this generation of Gunnhildr can truly be considered to have produced a wealth of talent.

Falgar sighed silently, thinking that the kid from the Legnford family was quite good too, and that the future of the Knights was bright.

This way, he can focus on preparing for the expedition plan he had recently agreed upon with a certain drunken poet.

A thought flashed through her mind, and as the clerk's hourglass expertly turned in reverse, Falgar once again raised the Wolf's End.

This time, however, the examinee did not launch an attack but instead held his sword horizontally in a defensive stance.

Clearly, this is the first type of challenge chosen.

A murmur suddenly broke out in the training field, but it quickly subsided, with whispers of pessimism clearly dominating.

Previously, there had been other knights who had chosen this method, but without exception, they all suffered crushing defeats.

The only two challengers couldn't even withstand the Grand Master's final strike; they were cleanly and decisively sent flying several meters away.

The formal initiation ceremony of the Knights is over, but I can still hear the hymns of the West Wind Church a few more times.

Having learned from past mistakes, subsequent challengers all avoided the first challenge route. After all, even if they failed the test, it was still much better than lying in bed for ten days or half a month.

However, unlike the reactions of most prospective knights, a flash of approval quickly appeared in Falgar's eyes.

His choice was correct, because a one-handed sword is not good at attacking strong points, let alone when one is at a complete disadvantage in terms of strength.

On the contrary, adapting to changing circumstances, responding to each move, and winning through skill are the true essence of the West Wind Swordsmanship One-Handed Sword lineage.

It is rare to remain calm and make the most correct judgment when influenced by the opinions of the majority.

After the brief mishap, a fighting spirit ignited in Falga's blue pupils. Being passively beaten for a whole morning was not his style, and it was time to get serious.

With a soft cracking sound from his bones, Falgar dropped his nonchalant smile, and his aura instantly changed.

Wolf's last hand was draped behind his back, a gesture familiar to those who knew the Grand Master—a sign that he was about to get serious.

The first to be affected by the change in the opponent's aura was naturally Mu Feng. His gaze instantly became serious, he held his sword horizontally with one hand, his body tense, and he watched Falga's every move warily.

A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire training ground. Diluc swallowed hard. "Hey, this guy, don't go too far."

Ultimately, it was the Grand Commander who broke the stalemate.

Wolf's Edge's dark red blade drew a straight sword mark on the ground before crashing down with a sharp, whistling sound.

This move came very quickly, but it did not involve any exquisite swordsmanship; it was purely a display of extreme power and speed.

Mu Feng's pupils contracted, and he took a half-step back to the left just before he could react. He couldn't take this blow head-on.

Falga reacted even faster. This ordinary move was just a probe. The attack missed, but the greatsword did not fall to the ground. Instead, it followed the swordsman's wrist flip and drew an arc, slashing horizontally.

With a sharp change of tactics, and because the two were very close together, the broad blade of the heavy sword blocked a large area of ​​the sweeping attack. At this moment, there was no room for Mu Feng to retreat or dodge.

This forces the opponent to compete in areas where he is not good at.

The blade of energy from Wolf's Edge swept across Mu Feng's cheek, but Mu Feng was not forced into a desperate situation as expected and did not take the blow head-on.

The Dawn Divine Sword swept across the greatsword's blade, then suddenly slashed upwards, striking precisely at one-third of the way down the blade.

The greatsword's attack deviated slightly from its original trajectory, narrowly missing Mu Feng's forehead as he rolled forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two separated, passing each other by. The extremely dangerous move was neutralized as easily as a gentle spring breeze.

Gasps of astonishment belatedly rose from the training ground, but this was clearly not the end of the confrontation.

In the instant they brushed past each other, Mu Feng did not wait for Falga's next attack in the conventional way. Instead, he turned around on the ground, and with the force of the recoil, his sword was aimed directly at Falga's waist.

With incredibly sharp combat instincts, he launched a counterattack by taking advantage of the opponent's inability to regenerate their strength.

They were even comparable to the elite warriors of the Knights of the North who had fought in numerous battles.

Falgar's praise flashed by, and then he slashed back with his sword, the broad blade acting like a shield to block the attack.

Despite the sickening metallic scraping sound, Mu Feng did not withdraw his sword. Instead, he twisted the blade, and the hard, finely crafted iron sword, like a nimble snake, bypassed the sword and shield, thrusting diagonally towards Falga.

With the same second change of move, a hint of surprise flashed in Falgar's eyes. He reversed his heavy sword and used his strength to knock away the one-handed sword.

Mu Feng did not linger in the fight, but used the momentum to retreat and create distance.

After the second confrontation, the two men resumed their standoff.

The training ground was now completely silent, with everyone staring at the boy as if he were a monster.

I thought the guy who knocked back the Grand Master with one blow was outrageous enough, but I didn't expect this guy to be even more unruly, going head-to-head with the Grand Master for two rounds without being defeated.

In fact, the two players on the field had even formed a subtle balance of power.

Is this still the bus to the Knights? Are you sure it's not some kind of Sky Island New Generation God Preliminary Recruitment Fair or something?

Falga, who was directly involved in the battle, was equally surprised.

He had seen Mu Feng demonstrate his swordsmanship, but that was just a sword dance at a festival; it was quite exquisite, yet it didn't reveal its true power.

There are many swordsmen who only have the appearance, but after a brief exchange, he could tell that the young man in front of him was definitely not one of them.

With a fighting instinct as sharp as a wild beast and flexible, unconventional swordsmanship, it is not entirely a template for West Wind Swordsmanship.

Most importantly, he actually sensed a faint but real killing intent during both encounters.

Such a sword could not possibly have been completely devoid of any real combat experience.

Falgar's gaze deepened slightly. It seemed that Gunnhild's public claim of "seeking medical treatment" was somewhat exaggerated.

So you think studying medicine won't save the people of Mondstadt, and then you realize that Barbatos, that drunkard, has forgiven too many people?

But there was no time for Falga to think for long. Mu Feng attacked again from a tricky angle. Falga gripped the heavy sword horizontally and unleashed Wolf's End, sweeping out with a powerful gust of wind.

However, it's not enough to make him feel troubled!

Figures flashed across the arena, the sounds of swords clashing were incessant, the hourglass had long since run out, and the three moves were already a thing of the past.

The remaining reserve knights were already somewhat numb. It was truly a case of the seven gods fighting and their followers suffering the consequences. What was worse, they could barely keep up with the speed at which the two were fighting.

Okay, okay, I wasn't targeting any particular person here. I meant that none of you here have slimes or elemental power.

After a long and dull clash, the two separated once again. Mu Feng eventually ran out of energy and announced his withdrawal from the match.

Falgar is too uncivilized. He promised three moves, but each move was more violent than the last. Doesn't he seem to remember that the Gunnhild family owed Mora to the Knights of Favonius?

Mu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, stuck his chipped one-handed sword into the ground, and forcefully suppressed his surging blood and qi.

After exchanging blows for over twenty rounds, their beloved commander truly showed no mercy whatsoever.

Falgar shouldered his greatsword and clicked his tongue in regret.

They were really getting into the swing of things, but they were only putting in about 60% of their effort.

However, this assessment brought some unexpected surprises.

Never mind, I'll just go out of town later and find two Hilichurl Kings to practice on.

The clerk knight suddenly realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to announce that the test had been passed, while also picking up the hourglass that had been knocked over at some point.

With this, the Knights of Favonius's entrance examination for this year has officially come to a close.

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