I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 166 - - Combat Training 1

Lucy charged forward with a burst of energy, and wind, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

She clenched her muscles in her right hand and left leg, then thrust her rapier forward.

"Gahhh!!" Ban Xen yelped in surprise, taking a step back and turning his short swords towards his chest, blocking the incoming thrust at the same time.

He staggered due to the force, taking a few steps back when Lucy clicked her tongue and charged forward.

His body was sent on high alert as he yelped in surprise again, dodging the attack by a hair’s breadth and moving to the side.

Lucy followed immediately, closing the gap between them as soon as he attempted to widen it.

Each movement she made was like a flowing river, or more like a flying dragon, precise and quick, with easy steps.

It looked like she was gliding while she moved, twirling her rapier as she did so to attack Ban.

Ban, on the other hand, found himself in a constant attempt to widen the gap between them.

His actions were clumsy at best, but for some reason, Lucy could not land a hit.

She charged forward again, sliding down the concrete ground, and aimed her rapier for his knee.

Ban yelped again, startled by her quick movements, and swung his short swords downwards, parrying her attack away.

The force of the parry was greater than Ban could handle, and he lost his balance, walking backward to gain it back, but something caught his attention, and his gaze followed the sound of a sword slicing through the air.

His eyes bulged open in shock as he pulled his right short sword forward, parrying the attack away, and losing further balance

"Gargh!" He cried out in shock and surprise, while the pain in his strained muscle ran through his body in waves. Though he was unable to linger in pain, as in the next moment, Lucy’s left leg formed a serene arc through the air, smashing the face of Ban, causing a wave of pain that shook him to his very core.

His eyes had nearly dilated shut, and the pain had nearly seemed unbearable if not for the follow-up.

Lucy grabbed Ban by his neck and, with a grunt, smashed his body to the Sparring Ring.

A moment of silence followed as the students watched in surprise and excitement at her abilities.

She had made use of two techniques so far, the Knight Dragon Footwork, and the Barbarian Jabbing and Shuffling technique.

Though all she did was grab him and slam him down, it was still a wonderful prowess.

She panted lightly as she took some steps back from Ban, who was currently attempting to stand back to his feet.

"You still want to fight?" Lucy asked, her deep feminine voice ringing in his ear.

He stopped, and slowly looked up at her, blood slowly dripping down his lips.

"Why bother? You seem too pu**y to fight back, so why bother? Stay down. You’re no knight". She said with a harsh tone, slicing her rapier through the air at the same time. "We came here to train, not babysit frightened boys".

She turned towards Lecturer Wisdom, who seemed to have been watching the fight take place in his position.

"Do you concede, Ban Xen?" He asked, turning towards the student who sat up on the concrete ground.

Ban remained silent for a moment, then nodded his head in response.

Lecturer Wisdom stared at him for a moment, then turned away as he said. "In that case, the winner of the first duel is Lucy Zachary".

The students cheered and clapped in response.

"Then you two, get back in line; the next duel will be Cricken Royce Vs. Felic Manharttan."

The two former duelists walked away from the Sparring Ring while the new ones walked up towards it.

Raph stood by, his eyes shimmering in place as he continued to watch.

’The first match was a dud; they didn’t even use the techniques, just the skills.’ He thought while the next match was about to begin.

Cricken Royce held a battle ax, while Felic Manhartten held a claymore.

Lecturer Wisdom had just called for the duel to begin, and the air was immediately suffused with the sounds of weapons clashing and the concrete Sparring Ring shuddering.

Cricken had just swung his battle ax downwards while Felic swung his claymore, its blade forming an arc through the air until they clashed.

A shuddering wave of energy shook the both of them, but their foundations were strong.

Their feet planted to the ground, they leaned forward to make use of the opportunity to push the other away, but to no avail.

Felic smirked at Cricken. "I noticed you don’t talk much, Cricken; why is that?" He asked when Cricken suddenly spun to the side, sliding his feet on the concrete floor at the same time.

This caused Felic to lose his balance, as he uncontrollably leaned forward.

Cricken then proceeded to grab the boy by his hand.

"Barbarian Shuffling Technique…." He grunted, pushing his right leg forward to Felic’s center of gravity, causing Felic to lose more balance. He then pulled his arm up and Felic’s body with it.

"Body Slam"

He swung the boy’s body through the air and slammed him to the ground.

Felic coughed out blood in shock, as the pain swept through him almost instantaneously.

Cricken, still holding Felic’s arm, proceeded to raise his battle ax into the air and, with one swift motion, swung it downwards towards his opponent.

Felic recognized the danger signs with his eyes alone and suddenly spun his legs backward while on the floor, causing Cricken to jump up, dodging his leg just in time, but Felic suddenly gripped him and pulled him downwards, swinging him to his other side.

Cricken lost balance easily and was pulled through the air until he was brought down to the ground with force, but he landed with his feet, easing the force, and swung his battle ax backward towards Felic.

This caused Felic to adjust his body, twirling on the ground until his feet were directly beneath Cricken.

"Barbarian Jabbing Technique; Leg Jab".

He thrusted his foot on Cricken’s back causing a resounding amount of shock to spread through Cricken’s body as he was pushed away by the force of Felic’s legs.

His body swung through the air until he regained balance just before he had reached the end of the Sparring Ring.

He groaned in pain as he managed to stand up straight, while he stretched his muscles.

"Hah shit, that was intense," Felic said with a chuckle as he stood up. He groaned as well, adjusting his shoulder muscles as he took a few steps forward.

"Shall we?".

He charged, closing the gap between them in a heartbeat, while swinging his claymore through the air, a whooshing sound echoing, and his sword forming a thin line of white light in its wake.

Cricken grunted as he stumped his feet to the ground, taking a guarding stance while he swung his battle ax in retaliation.

Their weapons clashed, and it was followed up by a counterattack on both sides.

Felic’s sword had been struck back, while Cricken’s battle ax had been struck to the side, but they quickly overcame the initial force, and pushed forward, striking again.

"Ha! Ha! You’re fun! More fun than Jonny"

Felic said with a cackle as he swung his sword forward in an attempt to break through his defense.

Cricken used his battle ax to block it while drawing the battle ax downwards and sliding his feet to the left in a quick and flow-like manner.

Felic was led to swing his sword downwards until it touched the floor, while Cricken simply rotated his battle axe with the rubber stretcher at its hilt, swinging it from beneath the sword to above it, and slammed Felic across his face.

"Aargh!" Felic cried out in pain when a pinpoint pain that started from his abdomen spread throughout his body due to the force of the punch that landed on it.

He cried out again, his face twitching due to the pain.

He quickly took a few steps backward in an attempt to regain focus, but Cricken closed that option completely.

His feet slid on the ground, dodging the frantic swings from Felic’s blade until he closed the distance between them.

He grabbed Felic by his neck, and swung his battle ax downwards through the air, slamming the boy’s legs.

The force sent a shockwave of pain through Felic’s body as he screamed out, biting his lip at the same time as he unconsciously began to shiver.

He quickly lost balance due to the force, and his body began to fall face flat to the ground.

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Cricken increased the momentum, pushing him to the ground as a loud thud echoed in the air, followed by a muffled scream of pain.

Silence suffused the air after a moment, as Cricken remained in his position for a moment.

He slowly released the grip on the boy’s neck and stood up after confirming that Felic was unconscious.

His gaze swept through the students, landing on Raph for only a brief moment.

’Damn…’ Raph thought, his eyes slightly widened in shock while Cricken walked down the Sparring Ring with a smirk on his face.