Chapter 13: The Prosperity (Part 2)
Distraught, Arthur returned to the dormitory with a sore and weak body, and saw his roommate Lancelot waiting.
“What happened? Did you really get fired? What are you going to do in the future?” Lancelot asked worriedly.
“I don’t know, I can only figure it out.” The young man didn’t understand what his friend said, so he answered absentmindedly. His answer was unexpectedly correct.
“Here.” Lancelot took out a bag, “This is the money I’ve saved over the past few years. Although it’s not much, it’s enough for you to spend a while. You have to take care in the future.”
Arthur was stunned for a while, and then he wanted to understand the reason why Lancelot offered him the money, so he categorically refused: “Forget the money, things are not what you imagined.”
“No?” The blond boy was confused.
Arthur’s frown loosened. He paused for a while and said a deep sentence: “No matter what happens in the future, no matter how crazy the world changes—Lancelot, you will always be my best friend.”
“Why did you suddenly say such a foreign thing?” Lancelot was embarrassed to say, “Isn’t this kind of thing natural? You have been my bad friend since I was a child, and this bad relationship still exists. It has to go on forever.”
Arthur just held Lancelot’s hand and said calmly: “Lancelot, please remember, I will always remember you as a friend. One day, when I become the strongest When I was a swordsman, when I had the power to change the world, I would come to fulfill a wish for you. I will go through fire and water, and I will do whatever it takes.”
“…Well, I’m looking forward to that day.” Lancelot said this, but he didn’t expect anything.
——Five years ago in the deep winter, Wales, in the square of a slum.
The falling snowflakes are indistinct, isolating the two teenagers from the world.
“Forget it, forget it? It’s better to practice here today…” The blond boy looked at the pale boy and asked timidly.
“No, go ahead, Lancelot.” The pale boy climbed up from the snow, he wiped the blood and snow on his face, “Lancelot, since you are the [strongest] , I can’t be weaker than you in a fight. If you can’t even win, I can’t achieve what I’m trying to do.”
“You know that I’m the [strongest], but you still want to beat me?” the blond boy asked inexplicably. In his eyes, everything the other party did was just useless and illogical and stupid.
This blond boy is the son of Dajianhao. He is talented and handsome, and he is handsome and generous. Although only a teenager, his fighting skills have already reached the level of perfection.
The pale boy in front of him, short and thin, has an ordinary appearance, and it can even be said to be a stupid look. Although he is already a teenager, he is still powerless, so thin that he looks like he will fall down when the wind blows. He even managed to hold the wooden sword for training firmly.
The pale boy, his thin body, stood up again and again against the cold winter wind, trying to challenge the blond boy.
The handsome blond boy, without any weapons in his hand, blocked the opponent’s attack with one hand, and beat the opponent to the ground again and again. He seems to be laughing at the weakness of the other party, [I can win you with one hand]!
Of course, the blond boy didn’t actually mean to laugh at each other. However, in the pale boy’s heart, this behavior of the other party ignited his great anger. It was this anger that allowed him to persevere in the cold winter.
——Since then it has started, [weakest] vs [strongest].
The pale boy said that this blond boy has the [strongest], which is true.
For this blond teenager, [strongest] is his talent, [prosperity] is his essence, and [undefeated] is his destiny.
As long as he fights alone, no matter who he fights, he will never lose. Whatever he holds in his hand, even just a small leaf, can be turned into a terrifying murder weapon.
Knowing that it is “absolutely impossible to win”, why does this pale boy continue to challenge himself again and again? The blond boy kept wondering.
(What makes you work so hard?)
Swipe, swipe! ——The pale boy attacked frequently. His swordsmanship has not yet been formed, but his technique is already very ruthless and precise. In order to preserve his physical strength to the greatest extent, the trajectory of each strike is finely adjusted, in order to remove all excess. Actions.
Push, push, push! ——The blond boy is one-handed, not in a hurry, and with ease. In the face of such an opponent, there is no need for him to exert all his strength.
(What do you carry? What do you want? What do you want to achieve?)
“Ha!” The pale boy raised his sword and stabbed.
Push again! The blond boy shoved horizontally and stabbed the opponent’s sword into the air. The opponent immediately lost his balance and fell forward.
(In this world of strong men, how far do you want to go?!)
“Enough is enough, if you go on like this, you will feel——“
The pale-faced boy who had not yet completely collapsed to the ground, twisted his waist, turned around and slashed with a sword!
“—–Fuck!?” The blond boy stretched out his other hand to block in a hurry.
Immediately, the wooden sword was tossed away ~IndoMTL.com~ and detached from the pale boy’s hand, spun around in mid-air for a few times, and slanted into the snow.
The pale-faced boy also fell down with his back to the sky in embarrassment. The poor landing posture caused his right arm to be broken. His fragile arm bones couldn’t bear his own weight, and the bones pierced through the flesh from the inside. The blood immediately stained the ground.
“Arthur!!!” the blond boy exclaimed, running over to check on his friend’s injury.
“How is it, Lancelot?” The pale boy, still lying in the snow, sneered, “You kid finally used your other hand.”
He never won. All he gets is [fairness], the [fairness] that makes opponents really play against him.
The duel between the pale boy and the blond boy took place in a total of 35,427 fights over the next five years.
The pale-faced boy lost 35,426 games, and a draw… only one game.
——Fate is never fair. The strong are destined to be strong from birth. The weak are doomed to be weak from birth.
Lancelot knows Arthur’s weakness better than anyone, and he also knows better than anyone that Arthur’s strength.
He looked at the back of Arthur who was far away, and all he had in his heart was endless unease.
——Where is such a weak but powerful monster going?
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