Chapter 27 Sword Skills

After listening to the registrations of a total of 42 people, to be honest, Clay didn't remember many of them, but this is not the purpose in itself, strengthening this affiliation is.

I say, listen, and then you do it, but the first step is to make you feel that your efforts are promising.

Clay listens to their names, not their family backgrounds, and the signal sent to them is that I don't care what you did before, you are all the same now, and I remember you, do your best.

Sir Malone, who was standing aside, glanced at Clay with some surprise. He originally thought that Clay would not know how to speak in front of so many people. Now it seems that the two years of traveling in Essos have finally trained him.

Walking back from the person who finally said his name, Clay returned to Sir Malone and asked quietly:

"Sir, is there anyone you like that you can recommend to me?"

Clay knew that these people were selected one by one by Sir Malone, and Clay had to thank him, but he didn't know if there were any people among them that Sir Malone wanted him to choose, so he asked this question.

"No. Who to choose and how much to choose, it all depends on you." Sir Malone's words were as hard as stone.

Slightly shrugging, now that he said that, Clay didn't care.

Today, he originally made up his mind to ask his old man to show off his abilities as a demon hunter, but now, someone actually helped him find the candidate in advance.

In this case, he would not be in a hurry to examine the abilities and conduct of these people first.

"Sir Malone, could you please go and fetch my grandfather?"

"Just give them a try. The Earl will see it himself later."

Sir Malone thought Clay was unsure, so he asked Earl Wyman to come over and check.

Clay waved his hand and said with a smile:

"No, it has nothing to do with them."

He said nothing more and nodded. Sir Malone turned and left without arguing with Clay.

Clay was the only one left on the field, and the 42 pairs of eyes were only staring at him. For some reason, Clay remembered his military training, and he was probably no different from the instructor back then.

These people range from tall to short to strong to thin. While Clay is waiting for Earl Wyman to arrive, he has nothing to do. He might as well try his sword skills on them.

"Who among you has the best sword?"

After asking, the Mandalay men in formation looked at each other, and no one moved.

It was a bit unexpected. Clay thought someone would jump out, but he didn't expect that everyone he could see would avoid his gaze.

There was some silence, but Clay didn't care. He knew the psychology of these people very well. In fact, everyone was eager to express themselves quickly.

"Let me tell you in advance that it is impossible for me to select all of you."

"Moreover, what I want to choose is a personal guard that can charge into battle and kill enemies with swords. If you don't even have the courage to draw your sword, then don't stay here and leave New Castle as soon as possible. "

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of these people changed a little. When they first came here, they were just told that there would be screening, but they didn't know what it was.

Ser Marlon Manderly didn't tell them at all, but he couldn't really blame him, because he didn't know what Clay's standards were.

But now, Clay's two sentences gave them a hint, which was equivalent to the examination defining the scope of the examination, and these people immediately became motivated.

Clay didn't have to wait too long. Just when he was counting how many scales were drawn on the tail of the mermaid flag next to him, a voice came over.

"My lord, I know how to use a sword!"

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After hearing Sir Malone's report, Lord Wyman Manderly turned the wine glass filled with Dornish summer red in his hand. He didn't know what Clay wanted to do with him.

Originally, he still had some concerns about Clay, but after the trip to Winterfell, he made up his mind to train Clay. In his own words, even if Clay doesn't drink, he will use all the good things in White Harbor. The wine turned him into an alcoholic.

Anyway, there was nothing to do. Count Weiman sat on a soft chair and was carried by several servants towards the school grounds.

When he came to the school grounds, he saw this scene:

Clay, who was only wearing half armor, and a warrior who was fully armored were raising their swords to touch each other. Their swords intersected and they were locked in a stalemate.

His grandson's opponent looked taller and stronger than him. His thick arms were like two stone pillars wrapped in armor. The earl couldn't help but worry about his grandson.

But Earl Wyman, who had also fought in battle, soon discovered that the two men's strength was actually equal, and Clay even acted more relaxed.

The next second, Clay suddenly pushed the opponent's sword to one side with force, and took advantage of the situation to use the "Sword Curl" move. When no one could react, he handed the sword tip to the opponent's throat.

Simple and efficient!

This is how Count Wyman felt directly. From the time when the weapons of the two sides crossed to Clay's victory, it only took a few breaths. Whether it was holding the sword steadily or attacking with the sword quickly, there was no sloppiness at all.

Earl Wiman noticed that there were already several Mandalay branch disciples standing there dejectedly on the sidelines. As an old man, he could tell at a glance that these must be the previous losers.

Noticing the figure of Earl Wyman, these sidemen hurriedly saluted and shouted loudly:

"My Lord Count!"

Being reminded by the voice, Clay wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned around, smiled and nodded to his grandfather and said:

"Grandpa, you are here."

This is not a formal occasion. There is no need for him to salute his old man so much in his own home, not these side ones.

Seeing the clan leader approaching, these side branches looked at Clay's back with even more fire in their eyes. Just now, Clay defeated 10 of them with a sword and didn't let any of their swords touch them. to his body.

Although some people were indeed poor at swordsmanship, they knew very well that among these 10 people, they knew that some of them could actually use a sword.

However, their results were no different from those who couldn't use them. They were all defeated by Master Clay within three moves, or they were disarmed, or they were directly hit in the vital point, just like this one just now.

He waved his hands to these people and signaled them to leave. The sensible ones pulled the stupid ones and quickly disappeared. Seeing this scene, Count Wyman didn't care. He pulled a wooden pillar and sat down, stroking his gray beard. chin, smiled and asked:

"What's wrong Clay, why did you call me here?"

Although Clay's face was filled with a smile of victory, he was actually very nervous at this time, because he was about to confess his biggest trump card to his grandfather, even though it was only part of the surface.

But before that, he was going to say something else.

I tried my best to write about the sword skills, but if it is different from your impression, you may have read different information. After all, I have never actually used a sword to show off (laughs). As for the famous (bainian) sword skills, I am sure I can write, but...emm, not now. Also, the most uncomfortable period of influenza A has passed, but now I feel very weak, just like after having Yang, my brain is dizzy, please give me more support, chapter I try my best to ensure the quality, hehehe.