Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 216 - 215 Dont be hasty prioritize composure

Chapter 216: Chapter 215: Don’t be hasty, prioritize composure Chapter 216 -215: Don’t be hasty, prioritize composure Watching Richard raise an eyebrow, his opponent Hei Man, holding a longsword weighing dozens of pounds, spoke, “Kid, don’t think I’m like those idiots; I’m very wary of you. I’ve seen your fight yesterday. In more than half of those matches, the moment the handkerchief hit the ground, you struck, winning by subduing your opponent with surprise attacks.”

“That shouldn’t count as a surprise attack, right?” Richard spoke, “Once the handkerchief touches the ground, it signifies the start of the match, and I’m naturally allowed to make my move. It’s just that my speed is a bit fast, that’s all.”

“Hmph!” Hei Man, wielding the longsword, snorted coldly, “No excuses, that was clearly a surprise attack! Now what I want to tell you is that the same tactic won’t work on me. Kid, don’t think about defeating me with petty tricks. Either bring out your true strength to beat me, or let my sword smash you into nothingness!

Kid, show me your true power, and fight me for real! Let me see what abilities you have that rank you higher than me!”

Richard fell silent, regarding his opponent and feeling that their conversation was utterly pointless, as they were not on the same wavelength at all. After a moment, Richard looked at his opponent and said, “Since that’s the case… alright then, go ahead and make your move.”

“Okay!” The opponent nodded, then roared, “Take this!”

The next moment, veins bulged on his arms, and his muscles swelled like iron blocks. Holding the longsword, he charged forward with large strides and took a vicious swing at Richard.

Richard blinked, with no intention whatsoever of blocking the attack. Instead, he swiftly dodged to the side, evading the strike.

“Boom!”

The opponent’s longsword smashed into the ground, causing a slight tremor. Dirt flew into the air, and dust rose.

After a short pause, the opponent looked up, glanced at Richard, who had dodged to the side, and frowned in displeasure, “Kid, what are you dodging for?” It was clear from his perspective that Richard should have engaged him head-on; dodging was considered shameful.

Richard had no intention of saying much, merely whispering, “You… keep going.”

“Damn you, kid, I’ll kill you,” the opponent shouted, anger in his voice, and wielded his sword to attack Richard again.

Richard quickly dodged to the side once more.

“Boom!”

Once again, the opponent’s longsword cut through the air, creating a massive crater on the ground but failed to injure Richard in the slightest.

Unable to contain his fury, the opponent swiftly lifted his sword and launched a relentless series of attacks at Richard.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Half a moment later.

Dust filled the entire venue, the spectators in the lower seats coughed continuously as they covered their mouths and noses, and even the host on the high platform frowned deeply. The ground was pitted and scarred with sword marks everywhere.

Hei Man, holding the longsword within the swirling dust, was panting heavily. His eyes slightly reddened with extreme dissatisfaction as he yelled, “Kid, why do you keep dodging?”

“You guess,” Richard said.

“Huh?” Hei Man was taken aback, and the next moment, veins bulged at his temples, and with a “whoosh,” he wielded his longsword and charged at Richard again.

Richard dodged, dodged, and kept on dodging…

…

One minute, two minutes, three minutes…

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes…

In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes passed in a flurry of attacks and dodges, with dust still filling the air. The spectators who had initially sat in the lower seats for a clearer view were now shifting to the higher ones. Those in the upper seats were almost dozing off, finding the fight unbearably dull. If they hadn’t already exhausted themselves with cursing earlier, they would surely have continued their tirade.

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What a joke! This wasn’t the kind of match they came to see! They wanted to see a hard-fought, bloody battle, not this dodging around. It was so dull they wanted a refund!

Unable to change seats like the audience or shout out frustrations, the host amidst the rising dust could only tirelessly brush off the grime clinging to his clothes. Once, twice, thrice… finally, the host gave up the struggle, sat on the platform and let the dust enshroud him, turning into a “dirt man.”

“Achoo!”

The host sneezed, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his nose, then, with eyes of dereliction devoid of any interest in life, looked towards the center where Richard kept dodging and Hei Man chased after him with sword strikes.

“A pig, a monkey,” the host muttered to himself.

Hei Man, or the one being likened to a pig in the arena, was forced to stop and gasp for air after a series of unsuccessful attacks.

Staring at Richard with an unconvinced look on his face, Hei Man gasped, “Kid…huff huff…if you’re so capable, don’t run. Kid…huff huff…if you’re so capable, have a face-to-face fight with me.”

Richard stood not far from Hei Man, glanced at him, and suddenly voiced his agreement: “Fine!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Richard swung his slender longsword and, without any warning, thrust it toward Hei Man.

Hei Man was stunned. He hadn’t expected Richard to change tactics so drastically—from refusing to attack no matter what was said to launching an attack the moment he said he would.

Damn it!

Hei Man swung his huge sword in a panic, attempting to block.

To his dismay, as soon as Hei Man tried to block, Richard quickly retreated and then stood still several meters away, expressionless, and lightly beckoned with his hand.

Huh?

Hei Man was bewildered and soon grew furious: Was this a provocation? Yes, it must be a provocation!

Damn kid!

It seemed as if flames were burning in Hei Man’s eyes, and his weary body found new strength, launching another attack at Richard.

Richard, however, kept dodging.

The previous process was repeated.

While dodging, Richard blinked. At this moment, rather than seeking victory, Richard was collecting data—the performance data of the “Accelerated Recovery” Magic Rune in actual combat within No.1 Ring.

During the preliminary matches, because of the uneven skills of his opponents, Richard hadn’t been able to conduct this kind of test. But now, facing a somewhat impetuous opponent with outstanding strength, wielding a heavy longsword, it was an invaluable opportunity to test.

In a sense, during the combat process, the one dodging, being on the defensive, would typically burn more Physical Strength than the attacker. However, due to Hei Man’s heavy sword, this gap was somewhat narrowed.

That being the case, how long would it take to drain the opponent to exhaustion while fully utilizing the “Accelerated Recovery” during an extended battle?

The answer was soon revealed.

After continuously dodging and provoking for half an hour, Hei Man collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, looking half-dead. Sweat poured out, soaking his body, and his gaze was blurry.

Richard slowly approached him. Hei Man glanced sideways at Richard, completely devoid of the strength to move—or even try to—with his huge sword now impossible to lift. His entire body was leaden, simply sitting there gasping for air, a sound like a broken bellows emanating from his throat.

Richard continued to close the distance, got in front of him, and then pushed him. Hei Man’s eyes widened in the midst of his panting and, with a look that screamed “You’re ruthless,” he heavily fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust as he landed and then didn’t get up again.

Up on the high platform, the host, who was nearly dozing off, yawned, shook his head, and stood up. Shaking off the dust covering him, he felt slightly more alert and then announced with a sense of relief, “The match is over, Richard wins!”

“Phew,” the audience in the stands exhaled a long breath, finally, it was over.

Richard, accompanied by a chorus of jeers, walked back to the entrance and saw Macbeth and Nancy with strange expressions. Neither had expected Richard to end the fight this way.

Macbeth spoke up, “You know…your match took too long, didn’t it?”

“Isn’t it ‘Don’t be too hasty, stability comes first’?” Richard’s eyes twinkled as he looked at Macbeth and shrugged, “Lord Macbeth, those were your words, weren’t they?”

“Uh…” Macbeth touched his nose and turned away, “Well…let’s go eat. There are more duels this afternoon, let’s go.”

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