Chapter 152: Fencing, Warning of a Mask Slip

After participating in the 4x400 meter relay race, Ling Wu left the track and field and headed to the fencing gymnasium. He changed into his fencing suit in the Rest Room and walked out; seeing him emerge, the gymnasium instantly became lively.

"Do you guys think Ling Wu can fence? The electives he signed up for last semester were things like flower arranging and tea ceremony, right? This... can he actually do it?"

"He definitely can!"

"Our senior Ling Wu is a decathlete, a hexagonal warrior who is beautiful and kind-hearted!"

"How can someone make even a bulky fencing suit look so good?"

Ling Wu and Yu Shixue were assigned to the same fencing strip as opponents.

If a fencing match at Sike Academy is between nobles, it is relatively fair, but there have been precedents of Special Students fencing against noble students; it's like a cat toying with a mouse, where they would deliberately use their swords to poke at the Special Student's eyes even through the fencing mask.

So it was dull and uninteresting to watch.

Now that two evenly matched people have become opponents, it is very worth watching.

Ling Wu and Yu Shixue stood on opposite sides of the center line of the fencing strip, and applause erupted from the spectator stands.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

The brilliant sunlight passed through the skylight of the dome and fell squarely onto the floor of the fencing strip.

Yu Shixue and Ling Wu wore black fencing masks; the gazes behind the masks were calm and sharp. They wore white fencing suits and held sabers in their hands. The handles had crescent-shaped guards, and the blades shimmered with a cold, biting light, like medieval knights...

The two stood ready for battle.

In the spectator stands, Chu Yi, Yin Huaiyu, and Jing Du sat in the front row, not far from the fencing strip of the match.

A single fencing match is divided into three rounds, each 3 minutes long. Hitting an effective area of the opponent's body counts as 1 point, and the first to reach 15 points wins. The match uses an electronic system; when an effective area is hit, the referee's light turns on.

The referee walked to the side of the fencing strip: "EnGarde!"

Ling Wu held his saber and set his standard ready stance.

The referee: "Commencez!"

Following the referee's command to start, the two people's footsteps on the fencing strip were agile, probing with attacks, their blades clashing and ringing out with crisp "ding-ding" sounds.

Ling Wu is a master of the blade; he has a wide range of interests and is also interested in fencing. In his eyes, fencing is also applicable to the three elements of fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Only with a fast enough reaction can one catch the opponent off guard!

The two figures on the fencing strip went back and forth.

Jing Du was still holding that mobile phone, live-streaming for a certain young master far away. He had one arm wrapped around his waist, holding his arm very steady, and the image in the camera didn't shake even once.

Yin Huaiyu leaned over, unmuted the screen of Jing Du's phone, and then asked Jin Shaoyu: "Shao Yu, guess which one is Ling Wu?"

Jin Shaoyu's expression was very subtle, and he almost rolled his eyes: "The one on the right."

Ridiculous.

Even if his brother turned to ash, he would still recognize him!

Yin Huaiyu played along: "Wow, guessed it right."

"I just acquired a piece of land; why don't we make a bet on whether Shixue wins or Ling Wu wins, how about it?"

Jing Du snatched the phone back: "Boring."

"Boring? I don't think so." Yin Huaiyu crossed his legs and rested his face on his hand, saying: "Adu isn't participating, Shao Yu, shall we bet? I know you'll bet on Ling Wu, so how about I bet on Shixue?"

"What a pity..."

Yin Huaiyu feigned a sigh. He shrugged, his charming peach-blossom eyes looking a bit playful and cunning: "I was also very optimistic about brother Ling Wu, but considering you are an injured patient, I'll have to let you win."

Jin Shaoyu boldly gestured with a few fingers: "Add another 50 million, betting on my brother to win."

Yin Huaiyu: "Alright."

Jing Du pursed his lips slightly and didn't speak, his attention focused on the two figures going back and forth on the fencing strip.

The timer for the first round reached 01:25:36.

Half the time had passed.

Yu Shixue hadn't gained any advantage; at this moment, both their scores were 0. He keenly sensed the meaning of probing and toying in Ling Wu's movements. The other party was so at ease, able to easily avoid every one of his offensives.

The reaction speed was extremely fast!

Yu Shixue's saber struck toward Ling Wu's arm; the sword was as agile as a swimming dragon, yet it was cleverly avoided by a subtle movement. He subconsciously looked at Ling Wu's face; that beautiful face was covered by protective gear, making the expression unclear, but he guessed what kind of calm and wisdom must be in the other party's eyes at this moment.

Just when he thought it would remain a stalemate like this.

Ling Wu changed his movements. The aura on his body changed abruptly, like a sharp precious blade just unsheathed; that sharp edge made everyone retreat three steps.

The saber was exceptionally flexible in his hand.

The confrontation was intense.

Ling Wu abandoned the conventional attack route, his wrist controlling the sword to thrust out diagonally from a tricky angle. His goal was clear, his body slightly turned, cleverly avoiding the sword thrust by Yu Shixue... at the same time, his forearm swung, and the saber in his hand quickly counterattacked, thrusting toward Yu Shixue's arm. That movement was truly beautiful, done in one go, with the force of a bamboo being split!

Then the referee's light lit up three times!

The whole arena was in an uproar; Ling Wu took 3 points in 10 seconds!

Yu Shixue was simply caught off guard. His fencing technique was quite good, but in the eyes of someone like Ling Wu who had played with long blades for years, it wasn't enough; the technique was sufficient, but practical combat experience was lacking.

Gradually... Yu Shixue suddenly realized that what he had thought was an evenly matched fight was just Ling Wu probing his habits and fighting style.

His gaze darkened for a moment.

Ling Wu was a qualified hunter.

Thunderous applause erupted from the spectator stands.

Yin Huaiyu, however, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, then sat up straight. His peach-blossom eyes stared unblinkingly at Ling Wu's agile and nimble body. That figure gradually overlapped perfectly with the person he had met in Ganan, stunning enough... speed and technique were cleverly integrated by Ling Wu into his moves, the saber bringing out a beautiful silver arc.