C13 Artistic to Sudden(part Iii)

, who had returned to the dorm with a sore body and was feeling extremely upset, saw his roommate, Lancelot, waiting for him.

"What is it?" Was he really fired? What were they going to do after this? Lancelot asked worriedly.

"I don't know. It's up to you." The boy did not hear his friend's words clearly, so he answered absent-mindedly. His answer was surprisingly correct.

"Here." Lancelot took out a bag, "This is the money that I have saved for all these years. Although it's not much, it's enough for you to spend for a while." You need to take care of yourself in the future. "

Arthur was startled, then he understood the reason why Lancelot gave him the money. He rejected him flatly, "Forget about the money, it's not what you think it is. "

"No?" Golden Haired Boy was confused.

Arthur's tightly knitted eyebrows relaxed. "No matter what happens in the future, no matter how crazily the world changes — — Lancelot, you will always be my best friend. "

"Why did you suddenly say something so foreign?" "Lancelot said embarrassedly," Isn't this kind of thing normal? You have been my bad friend since you were a child, and this evil fate has to continue. "

Arthur just held onto Lancelot's hand and said calmly: "Lancelot, just remember this, I will always remember you as a friend. One day, when I become a Bladdermaster, when I possess the power to change the world, I will help you fulfill a wish. He would go through fire and water without any hesitation. "

"Well, I look forward to that day." Although Lancelot said this, he did not expect that to happen.

— — Late winter five years ago, Wales, in the square of a slum.

The falling snowflakes were so tiny that they isolated the two teenagers from the world outside.

"Forget it, forget it?" It's better to finish it here today. Golden Haired Boy asked, trembling in fear as he looked at the pale young man.

"No, continue, Lancelot." "Lancelot, since you are [strongest], I definitely cannot be weaker than you in a fight." If I can't even beat you, then I can't do what I want to do. "

"You clearly know that I'm [the strongest], but you still want to defeat me?" The Golden Haired Boy asked in confusion. In his eyes, everything the other party did was just a waste of effort, a foolish and illogical thing.

This Golden Haired Boy was the son of the Great Sword Hero. His talent was outstanding, his handsomeness was extraordinary, and he appeared to be confident and generous. Although he was just a teenager, his fighting technique had already reached the level of perfection.

As for the pale-faced young man in front of him, he was short and thin. His appearance was ordinary and could even be said to be stupid. Although he was already a teenager, he was still weak. He was so thin that he looked like he would fall if the wind blew. It was even difficult for him to hold onto the wooden sword used for training.

The pale-faced youth, his frail body, and the biting cold winter night wind, crawled up again and again, wanting to challenge this Golden Haired Boy.

The handsome Golden Haired Boy did not hold any weapons in his hands as he blocked the attacks of his opponent with one hand. He seemed to be laughing at his opponent's weakness. [I can beat you with one hand]!

Of course, Golden Haired Boy did not have any intention of ridiculing him. However, in the heart of the pale youth, the actions of the other party had ignited his rage. It was this rage that allowed him to continue fighting in the cold winter.

It had been the [weakest] duels since then.

The pale-faced teenager said that the Golden Haired Boy possessed the [Strongest]. This was true.

To this Golden Haired Boy, [The strongest] was his innate talent, [Prosperity] was his essence, and [Undefeatable] was his fate.

As long as he fought one on one, no matter who he fought, he would never lose. No matter what he held in his hand, even if it was just a tiny leaf, it could turn into a terrifying killing weapon.

He knew that he [definitely could not win], so why was this pale youth still challenging him time and time again? Golden Haired Boy was puzzled.

(What makes you so desperate?)

Slash! Slash! The pale-faced teenager attacked frequently. His swordsmanship had yet to take shape, but his techniques were already extremely ruthless and precise. In order to preserve his physical strength, every strike would slightly adjust the trajectory to remove any unnecessary movements.

Push, push! — — Golden Haired Boy had one hand in a block. Facing such an opponent, there was no need for him to use his full strength.

(What are you carrying?) What do you want? What do you want to accomplish?)

"Ha!" The pale youth thrust his sword forward.

Push again! Golden Haired Boy casually used a horizontal push to send his opponent's sword thrusting flying. The opponent immediately lost his balance and fell forward.

(In this world where the strong abound, a weak person like you, just how far do you want to go?!)

"Enough is enough, if you go on like this you'll feel --"

The pale-faced youth who had not yet fallen to the ground twisted his waist as he swung his sword backwards!

"— out!?" Golden Haired Boy anxiously used his other hand to block the attack.

The wooden sword was immediately deflected and left the pale youth's hand. It spun a few rounds in the air before stabbing into the snow.

The pale-faced youth also fell flat on his back. A terrible landing position broke his right arm. His frail Arm Bone could not bear the weight of his body, and his bones pierced through his flesh from the inside. Blood immediately stained the floor.

"Arthur!" The Golden Haired Boy exclaimed, and immediately ran over to check on his friend's injuries.

"How is it, Lancelot?" The pale-faced boy, still lying in the snow, sneered. "You're finally using your other hand, boy." "

He had never won. What he received was only [fairness], allowing the opponent to use true [fairness] towards him.

In the following five years, a total of thirty-five million five hundred and twenty-seven matches happened between the pale faced teenager and the Golden Haired Boy.

The pale-faced youth had lost thirty-five thousand four hundred and twenty-six matches, and was at a loss … Only one.

Fate had never been fair. Experts were destined to be powerful from the moment they were born. The weak were born weak as well.

Lancelot was more clear than anyone on Arthur's weakness, and he was also more clear than anyone on Arthur's strength.

— The [Golden Will] that will never submit to weak destinies.

He looked at the distant Arthur's back, and his heart was filled with endless unease.

Where did such a weak and powerful monster go, what did it want to obtain, and what did it want to become?