Faced with Lance's counterattack, Eric hurriedly jumped sideways and avoided.

But as soon as he adjusted his center of gravity, Lance's attacks came one after another.

"Bang bang bang!"

After three consecutive moves, Eric could only passively use the defensive sword move to block the attack to offset Lance's calm attack.

"What a smooth rhythm!" Eric became more and more shocked as he fought. Lance's swordsmanship was far beyond his imagination!

The people watching the game next to him could not imagine the shock in Eric's heart at this time. They thought Eric was deliberately letting go and cooperating with Lance, so they let the other party make one after another. Especially Erin, she was always looking at Lance with concern.

Only Eric, who faced Lance's stable but increasingly stressed attack, could he truly feel that Lance's proficiency in using basic swordsmanship seemed to be faintly above him!

With his strong physical fitness, he finally opened an empty space, but he was soon blocked by Lance's ordinary sword move.

Without even a decent counterattack, he continued to fall into a passive situation of being beaten.

Eric was unexpected in such a situation! He was actually being beaten by Lance!

"This is impossible!" Eric roared in his heart, and he suddenly increased the blocking force in his hand.

The two wooden swords collided with each other and made a louder sound, but Lance's eyes lit up. Eric used too much force, but the empty door was wide open.

So he gave it lightly without hesitation and pressed the wooden sword against Eric's chest.

The martial arts venue was completely quiet, and everyone stared at this scene in a daze.

Eric looked at the wooden sword that was pressing against his chest in disbelief, his mind was already in a mess.

"What the hell is going on? Isn't my eyes right?"

"Boss Eric... actually lost?"

"Why does Young Master Lance seem to be very skilled in basic swordsmanship? Isn't his body not suitable for practicing swords?"

The group of teenagers were stunned and couldn't help but mutter.

Eric stood there, suddenly not knowing what to say, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Lance retracted the wooden sword and looked at him squintly: "You are too unfocused."

Eric: "…"

So what if you don’t concentrate!? With my swordsmanship like my talent, shouldn’t it be easy to clean up a waste?

Eric looked at the sword in his hand in great depression and hissed: "Come again!"

Lance did not refuse: "Okay."

The two fought together again.

This time, Eric had no reservations and fully utilized his strength in physical fitness. He attacked frantically. With all his strength, physique and agility, he didn't believe in basic swordsmanship and could not beat Lance!

"I see how you hide!"

Eric raised the wooden sword high in ferociously, and was about to take a powerful move to slash it upright, but who knew that the other party handed it to his waist with a light sword.

Eric burst into tears: "It's the same again!"

He had to remove his previous sword move and block the sword.

Next, he naturally entered the rhythm of Lance. Every move of Eric was full of flaws in Lance's eyes. Of course, it was related to Eric's practice of advanced swordsmanship for a long time and had not practiced basic swordsmanship, but more of it still came from the help of the fox.

"Note that the opponent has an 86% chance to use an oblique block that protects the chest to the lower waist. The best countermeasure: use a vertical chop on his shoulder!"

Hearing the fox's voice, Lance smiled slightly and followed the fox's opinion without hesitation.

The wooden sword seemed to have turned into a hideous weapon in Lance's hand, whizzing through the air and taking Eric's shoulder.

The latter glared at his eyes and could only take a few steps back helplessly.

Every attack from Lance seemed to hit the place where he least wanted the opponent to attack, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

His movements were so standard and his consciousness was so strong. Even though he was completely at a disadvantage in physical fitness, Eric found that he was no match for Lance at all!

This is the third ability of the main chip fox - analysis!

By processing and then analyzing the data collected using Lance Vision and other systems, a certain judgment is made on the enemy's attack method.

Of course, this kind of judgment has errors and is not very accurate. This kind of prediction is relatively rough, because prediction is only a branch of analysis ability, so it is naturally difficult to perfect. But Lance knew that among the sub-chips at the end of his gene chain, there is a sub-chip that can provide more powerful combat prediction functions than foxes, but he can't unlock them at the moment.

Even so, the prediction ability provided by the main chip is enough for low-level combat.

...

"ah!"

As he was fighting, Eric was accidentally forced into the corner by Lance and accidentally hit the stone wall behind him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lance took a sword against Eric's wrist without hesitation, and the latter's wooden sword was knocked out by Lance.

Eric had dry mouth and tongue, and his face was ashamed.

All the teenagers looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Their eyes were full of shock. If Eric lost to Lance the first time because of carelessness, then how should we explain the second time?

"Young Master Lance's movements are not fast, why would Boss Eric lose?" A thin boy asked the person next to him stupidly.

The man immediately glanced at Eric with sweat, and hurriedly covered the thin boy's mouth.

Lance put the wooden sword in place and said to Eric: "You are focused this time."

Eric: "…"

If you are attentive, you can't beat you! The blonde boy was in tears. He would rather not concentrate and be defeated by Lance. He felt better. He had already given his all, but he still couldn't beat the other party. This taste was so good that Eric hadn't experienced it for a long time.

What's more, in front of a recognized swordsman like Lance, Eric had the heart to die.

"Don't leave, call again."

Seeing that Lance was about to leave the martial arts venue, Eric suddenly woke up as if he was dreaming and shouted anxiously.

Lance shook his head: "No more fighting."

Eric said anxiously: "Why?"

"Because the result is the same." Lance said lightly.

Eric was completely stunned.

Lance walked past the group of teenagers, pulled over the dazed Erin, and walked towards the depths of the castle. All the teenagers looked at Lance with awe and shock.

Only Lance himself, calmly pinched the wrist of his sword, and went up from there until half of his forearm that had begun to hurt slightly.

"Brother is really an acting guy..." Lance couldn't help but praise his performance. In fact, he really couldn't continue to fight. After all, Eric's physical fitness was too strong. After a few fights, Lance's arm would hurt. What's more, Lance's physical strength began to be a little too weak. At this time, if he didn't get better, was he really waiting for someone to abuse? Lance was not those young men.

If you continue to fight, the result will definitely be different.

Fortunately, Eric didn't seem to have thought of this at all. In a blink of an eye, Lance took Erin into the castle gate and disappeared into the boys' gaze.

...

"Brother Lance, you are so awesome."

After entering the castle, it took a long time before the dazed Erin realized.

Looking at her dirty little face and admiring expression, Lance couldn't help but snorted, "Why are you going out with those boys?"

Erin immediately said embarrassedly: "I...I want to practice swords!"

"What kind of sword are you a girl?" Lance frowned.

Erin said suddenly, "Brother Lance, why is your tone now the same as your father? He doesn't let me practice swords, don't you?"

Lans suddenly became very angry. It was obvious that Irene and Eric and the guys were just asking them to secretly teach her how to practice swords.

"Why do you want to practice swords?" Lance asked seriously.

Erin thought for a while and replied, "Only by practicing sword skills can we protect the people around her...just like my father."

"Girls are the objects of protection by others," Lance said.

Erin shook her head and said, "Girls can also be people who protect others." At this point, she suddenly thought of something, and a hint of blush appeared on her face.

Lance looked at her strangely, and he naturally couldn't guess the little girl's thoughts. Although Erin was the adopted daughter of Viscount, she grew up in a castle and was said to be the daughter of Viscount Ryan's best friend, so Viscount basically treated her as her own son, and she never suffered any loss since she was a child.

How could such a girl want to practice swordsmanship?

Lance thought for a while and could only say, "Then you can't get along with those boys!"

"No one in the castle will teach me how to practice swords except them!" Erin begged: "Brother Lance, I just asked Eric and the others to promise to teach me how to practice swords, so you agree."

"No. No." Lance certainly wouldn't let her hang out with a bunch of adolescent kids, and if something happens, it will be fun.

Erin suddenly looked at Lance pitifully, but the latter didn't take this trick at all.

Erin grabbed Lance's sleeve with some anger and said unyieldingly: "I just want to practice swords! My father is not in the castle anyway, even if you are my brother, you can't care about me."

While saying that, Lance unconsciously rubbed her well-developed little breasts against Lance's arm. The soft touch made Lance distracted.

Somehow, this guy suddenly said something strange: "Okay, okay, just practice swords. But if you don't have to teach you, I'll teach you, how about it?"

Erin was stunned for a moment, her eyes rolled, and she laughed: "Brother Lance is the best! Even Eric is not your opponent. You will definitely be the best when you teach me!"

Lance was shocked, why did he agree?

Before he could react, Erin jumped back to her room. She was covered in dirty clothes and had to change it immediately.

"Sister, it's really the most troublesome!" Lance touched his forehead with a headache. He only had this little time every day, so how could he squeeze out his own time to teach Erin to practice swords?
Chapter completed!