Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"what?!"

Chu Ziye was worried.

Who would forge two swords that are identical to Yun Xianhe’s exclusive weapon and give them to him?

Could it be those guys who always like to cause trouble for him?

The purpose is to make yourself uncomfortable?

Yun Xianhe looked at Chu Ziye's confused expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

He casually tossed the long sword in his hand and changed the left hand's normal grip to a reverse grip.

Chu Ziye on the opposite side was stunned, and when asked by the referee, he adopted the same posture.

Like, so similar.

The habitual starting movement, the lowered body shape, the eyes...

"Who taught you?"

"Beat me and I'll tell you."

"Prepare--"

The referee raised his arms high and Chu Ziye's expression became serious.

He stared closely at the person in front of him and took a deep breath:

"That's a deal."

Fool.

"start!"

The two sides attacked at the same time, and the blades on their right hands met, sparking with a crackling sound.

Then turn your body and raise your left hand at the same time.

Hongshu and Leng Liming in the stands were dazzled and their eyes could not keep up with the speed of their attacks.

In just a few minutes, they had fought more than a dozen times.

Chu Ziye, who became more and more frightened as the fight went on, raised his knife and slashed it diagonally upwards, but Yun Xianhe easily blocked it with his knife and then slashed it back towards him.

Clang——

With a crisp collision sound, both sides retreated at the same time.

Chu Ziye looked at Yun Xianhe with disbelief. He had vaguely thought that Yun Xianhe was fighting with him.

But the opponent's swordsmanship is smoother than his, or should we say, more skillful.

The boy's white hair looked a little messy due to exercise, which reduced the sharpness of his heterochromatic eyes and emphasized the gentleness of the curve of his mouth.

"Midnight."

The brave man called him.

It was clearly his own request, but at the moment Chu Ziye felt awkward listening to it.

"Distraction on the battlefield is a taboo in military strategy."

The sound has not yet arrived, but the person is already approaching.

The blade flashed with cold light and chopped down on the head.

Chu Ziye was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to block.

Clang!

The blade hits the blade.

The tremendous force forced Chu Ziye to take a half step back, with his upper body pressed backwards.

He looked up at the person who was so close to him. The golden eyes revealed between the other person's hair were terrifyingly cold.

Yun Xianhe increased the strength in his hands.

They moved closer step by step until there was less than half a meter between them.

The slightly hoarse voice was very soft, like a kind reminder, or a revelation and warning from the gods:

“Stay focused and don’t make mistakes.”

Hearing this, Chu Ziye calmed down, gritted his teeth, and suddenly increased the strength of his hands to shake off Yun Xianhe's suppression.

Looking at the person rushing towards him with a knife again, Chu Ziye took a deep breath.

Those dark pupils became silent, like a deep and dark pool.

He shouted:

"Come and fight!"

The brave man swung the sword in his hand, exerted force on his feet, leaped into the air, turned around and slashed horizontally:

"Let me see! How much you have grown over the years!"

Chu Ziye, who raised his knife to block, smiled and responded:

"I can't ask for it!"

This is a long competition.

The moves and weapons used by both sides were copied exactly one-to-one, and with Yun Xianhe's deliberate suppression, the two were evenly matched in physical fitness.

The only remaining difference is combat experience and proficiency of moves.

Chu Ziye gritted his teeth after blocking another attack, his brain constantly analyzing the current situation, trying to find a way out.

We can no longer resist passively, we must take the initiative!

The man who forced Yun Xianhe back with a knife instantly rushed forward.

when!

The sound of weapons clashing marked the beginning of the counterattack.

Yun Xianhe looked at the man who was fighting more and more fiercely, and curled the corners of his lips slightly.

Not bad, but...

"That's it."

"What,?"

Yun Xianhe dodged Chu Ziye's knife by leaning sideways, and in a flash, the situation was reversed!

Everyone was in an uproar and looked at each other.

No one could tell how Yun Xianhe did it just now.

They just felt a flash before their eyes.

The long knife in the opponent's hand was already placed on the side of Chu Ziye's neck, and the other knife was placed horizontally in front of his body, blocking the tip of the knife in Chu Ziye's hand.

The cold feeling of the blade against his skin made Chu Ziye shiver.

The forced stop disrupted his breathing.

The smell of blade protection oil flowed into the nostrils along with the chaotic breath, carrying with it a subtle and indelible smell of blood.

...Lost,?

The whole audience fell silent.

Chu Ziye blinked.

The beads of sweat on his forehead slid down, were thrown off by his eyelashes and hit the stone platform on the ground, melting under the sunlight.

His vision went from blurry to clear, fixed on Yun Xianhe who was slightly lowering his head in front of him, and then to the clear sky in the distance outside the arena.

Lost. But...

"Cool!"

The joy of meeting a worthy opponent made Chu Ziye a little excited, his eyes sparkling as he laughed out loud:

"Hahahahaha! I really want to do it again!"

The loser looked extremely happy.

In contrast, Yun Xianhe just stood there motionless with the knife in his hand without making any further movements.

If someone who doesn't know the situation saw this, they wouldn't know who won.

Listening to the other party's hearty laughter, the brave man with his head half lowered pursed his lips slightly.

After a while, he forced the corners of his mouth up, smiled briefly, and looked up at the other person helplessly:

"No, I'm so tired."

"Hahahahahaha!"

The referee on the side saw Yun Xianhe put away his knife, stepped forward a few steps, and grabbed his opponent's hand:

"The winner! Traveler Xianhe!"

Hiroki, who was standing off the field, was invited to stand beside the referee.

"This year's two warriors from Shangshi City have appeared! Let's congratulate them!!"

boom!

The sound of salutes rang out and colored paper fluttered down from the sky, marking the first moment of the end of the seven-day warrior selection.

The crowd cheered and congratulated enthusiastically.

There is no jealousy, only envy and fighting spirit.

Admiring the strong has always been the tradition of Shangshi City.

Yun Xianhe squinted his eyes and looked at the colored paper falling from the sky, and subconsciously reached out to catch a piece.

Chu Ziye, who was standing next to him, patted his shoulder and whispered:

"You really can't tell me?"

Yun Xianhe tilted his head to look at him as the host announced the final process, and then pretended to think for a while:

"Well—I can tell you a little."

"what? What?"

"The person who gave me this knife——"

"Uh-huh!"

"A very hot-blooded fool."

Chu Ziye was stunned for a moment after receiving this answer, and then tried to match this sentence with someone he knew.

Hot-blooded idiot?

There are quite a lot of idiots, but the hot-blooded ones... must be adventurers. Could it be that the person who gave Yun Xianhe Knife is already an adventurer? !

Well - speaking of it, it doesn't seem to be surprising that weapon designs and appearances collide.

"Is the man who gave you the knife powerful?"

The brave man who was asked tilted his head and looked at Chu Ziye, whose face was serious and eyes were eager to try.

The two looked at each other, and Yun Xianhe, who was dazzled for a moment by the other's smile, closed his eyes slightly.

He gave a short laugh.

Then he looked up at the distant sky, his heterochromatic eyes seemed to be reminiscing.

The long-haired young man in black had a sturdy figure and two bloody black knives on his waist.