Marin Fando. Navy headquarters. The big square.
Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who was famous for his unique hairstyle and sexy mustache, was going up against Colonel Zeen, who was known as the most talented among the young generation of the navy.
Before the two of them could do anything, the crowd in the square had already gathered.
Generally speaking, at the level of a general, they had their own exclusive authority. Simply put, it was the territory of the unspoken rules. From the specific venue to the division of personnel, everything was within the scope of their "territory authority."
To put it simply, there was an interest group behind every general.
Unless they had given prior notice, or met someone of the same level or a high-level, trespassing or interfering with the territory could be regarded as overstepping one's authority or provocation.
This was an unwritten rule of the navy. It sounded ridiculous, but it was true.
Zayen wasn't too sure about the situation. He was a little confused, especially when he saw the unhappy expression on the flying squirrel's face.
What's wrong? I just patted you. Did I accidentally say something wrong? Was it necessary?
And you're still giving me a hard time? My teacher is also your teacher. We are also disciples of the same sect. What's wrong with clapping your arm?
There was no impression of this unspoken rule in Zayen's memory, so he naturally thought that it was an accident.
However, the people in the navy headquarters were different, especially the Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel, who had been in a bad mood recently.
The two of them stared at each other. The flying squirrel's gaze was sharp as it said fiercely,
"Colonel Zayen, don't you know I'm resting?”
Rest? Who the f * ck stood up and squinted when they were resting?
Zayen complained silently, but out of politeness, he said sincerely,
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, I didn't see it was you."
Looking at Zenn's sincere attitude, Flying Squirrel also wondered if he was thinking too much.
Perhaps this junior brother of his was really just careless and didn't have that kind of intention. Moreover, Teacher Zefa had recently returned, and he hated this kind of thing the most.
To be safe, Flying Squirrel Quan took it as an accident. He nodded and softened his tone a little.
"Oh, is that so? I heard that you've been practicing swordsmanship recently, and you've even caused quite a commotion?”
Zen chuckled and said,"It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning."
Flying Squirrel was a little restless when he heard this. He had learned about the situation in the past few days. Every day was as colorful as a rainbow. As a swordsman, Flying Squirrel was still very curious about what kind of swordsmanship Zen practiced.
The flying squirrel looked around and immediately understood. He chuckled and said indifferently,
"This place is not bad. You must be planning to come here to cultivate, right?”
"Yes, the training ground is a little small and can't be used."
Zayen nodded.
You still can't use it? Do you think you're cultivating the sword techniques of the Sword Sect?
Swordsmen in the OP world did not have a clear division of ranks, but from a practical analysis, there were still some rough differences.
For example, the first and most basic skill was the ability to cut through iron. This was the fundamental difference between a swordsman and a sword hero.
The second was whether he could sense the aura of all things. This was different from Roger's ability to sense the sound of all things. A swordsman's ability to sense could be called Sword Heart.
A person with or without a sword heart was the key to distinguishing between a sword hero and a grand sword hero.
Solon had reached the level of Sword Hero in Arabasstan, but he had also touched the level of Sword Heart at the same time. He was a special case.
Above the ordinary Sword Hero was the grandmaster level of swordsmanship, which was also known as the Great Sword Hero.
Sword Masters no longer only sensed Sword Heart. They had reached the level of being proficient in using Sword Heart. They could use their moves as they pleased. A casual strike could cut through mountains and waves. Flying Squirrel was considered a sword master at the Sword Master level.
There were no higher levels in the Sword Faction. It only depended on one's attainments. Sometimes, it was common for Sword Faction members to have a huge difference in strength.
However, people with eagle-eyes and red hair could be called great grandmasters. When their sword attainments reached the peak, their casual attacks could change the color of the world. It was completely beyond the scope of human strength.
Zene was only in his twenties, and his military rank was only a colonel. Although he was very talented, it was only a rumor. At least, the flying squirrel had never seen it with its own eyes. It was better to give it a try today.
The flying squirrel curled its lips and continued,
"But I also want to use this place. The rules can't be broken. You can change to another place."
As soon as he said this, Zayen frowned.
What do you mean by rules can't be broken? In such a huge square, wouldn't you be standing there?
However, Zen also knew the principle of first come, first served. He couldn't directly compete, so he said,
"This place is of great use to me. Can Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel please understand?"
"You really want this?" the flying squirrel sneered.”
"Of course I do."
Zayen didn't hesitate.
"Alright, since you and I are both Teacher Zefa's disciples, I'll give Teacher some face today."
"Ask Gaius. Zen is the most talented of the young generation in the navy. He has been practicing swordsmanship for the past few days, and his swordsmanship must be quite good."
"I am also a sword lover. How about this? As long as you practice your swordsmanship with me, regardless of whether you win or lose, as long as you can satisfy me, this land will be yours."
As the flying squirrel spoke, it gestured for the soldiers beside it to bring their sabers.
His gaze was sharp as he watched the changes in Zen's expression. However, Zen's expression remained indifferent, which surprised the flying squirrel.
Today, I want to see if this genius is worthy of his name.
The surrounding onlookers gasped when they heard this. Even though the Flying Squirrel Lieutenant General spoke lightly, this was equivalent to a declaration of war.
Although it would not be a life and death battle, victory and defeat were guaranteed. Once there was victory and defeat, it would be hard to say if they would lose face.
Flying Squirrel was a lieutenant general and had been famous for many years. He was also a well-known person on the sea. His sword skills far exceeded that of other lieutenant generals of the same age. He could be said to be the person with the most exquisite sword skills among the lieutenant generals in the navy.
Although Colonel Zayen was known to be talented and had won a great victory in his first battle, no one thought that he could compete with the flying squirrel because of his age and experience.
If it was any other time, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel would have been seen as bullying the weak. However, it was obvious that Colonel Zen had something to ask of him, so it was reasonable for him to rush to the left and right.
"Did I hear wrongly? The Flying Squirrel is going to duel with Colonel Zenn in swordsmanship?”
"No, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel did say that."
"Oh my god, that's the famous Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel. Can Colonel Zene beat him?”
" I think it's very unlikely. If it were me, I wouldn't compete with Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel. At most, I'll just change places. If I lose, I'll lose a lot of face."
"I think so too. Sigh, I wonder what Colonel Zayen thinks."
"He probably thinks about the same as us. It's just a cultivation point. There's no need to take the risk."
Just when most people thought that Zayen would not accept the challenge, he nodded firmly and said,"This is what you said, Lieutenant General. It's a little exaggerated to say that we won, but it's more than enough to satisfy you."
The confidence in Zayen's tone and his expression were the same, causing everyone to look at him in disbelief.
Flying Squirrel was also very surprised. He was just trying on purpose. He didn't expect this kid to be so bold.
"You have guts. Just based on your words, this land belongs to you."
The flying squirrel laughed loudly.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Just this boldness alone was enough to win Colonel Zenn.
Flying Squirrel turned around and was about to leave. Everyone thought that this was the end of the matter, but they heard Zenn loudly say,
"Lieutenant General, I appreciate your good intentions, but I can't accept your kindness for nothing. Today, we will still have a competition."
"Regardless of what this place is like, I also want to see what level my sword arts have reached. Can I make Lieutenant General feel anxious?"
Zen cupped his fists, his bright eyes full of vigor and youthful dominance.
Everyone was in an uproar again. Wow, Colonel Zayen, are you serious?
Worried?
Black lines appeared on the flying squirrel's forehead. Why was this kid so straightforward?
Forget it, I'll just let him have a few moves and treat it as guiding the younger generation.
"Since you insist, I'll play with you. Don't say that I'm bullying you."
Flying Squirrel turned around and grabbed his saber. The sharp aura of a swordsman swept across the entire arena.
"It seems like it's going to be real?"
"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's aura is so strong, as expected of Lord Lieutenant General."
"Hurry up and go far away, or you'll suffer."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The onlookers quickly retreated dozens of meters, afraid that the battle between the two would affect the innocent.
Some busybodies also sneaked back to the fortress of the navy headquarters and spread the news everywhere.
After all, this was the first time in history that a colonel dared to challenge a lieutenant general. The battle had not even begun, but it was already lively.
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