This was an "accident," a play where the weak accidentally killed a strong enemy.

Alger's strength was quite good; both his sword skill and physical fitness were considered extremely excellent among all the remaining Trainees.

Therefore, to complete this play, Liens needed to be more serious.

Killing Alger was not difficult for Liens.

This was partly due to his overwhelming advantage in sword skill, and also because he often used Alger for sword practice, giving him a good understanding of his opponent's situation.

After four months of brutal training, the surviving Trainees were no longer what they used to be; the Trainees ranked higher were now even stronger than ordinary guards.

So now, he chose those top-ranked Trainees as targets for "sword practice."

Of course, when he truly wanted to kill, Liens wouldn't care about the difference between guards and Trainees.

Any living being in front of him was a potential target; only death could stop the killing.

"Isn't this 'Sleeping Liens'?"

"You actually won too, and you don't seem to be hurt much. Lucky you."

"Too bad… you met me in this round."

"I hope your good luck can protect you and help you walk off the field alive."

Alger said with a hint of arrogance, smiling at Liens.

The so-called "Sleeping Liens" was Liens's nickname among the Trainees.

It was mainly because he would immediately "fall asleep" after every training session.

When this behavior happened occasionally, it was nothing.

But Liens did it almost every time, which naturally attracted the attention of others, and gradually he earned the nickname "Sleeping Liens."

Liens was, of course, aware of this nickname.

However, this nickname was merely a description of a characteristic; although it was a bit conspicuous, it was limited to the Trainees.

The instructors and the Training Camp didn't care about nicknames; they only cared about his performance in training.

Therefore, that nickname would not have any impact on his act of concealing his strength.

He naturally stopped paying too much attention to information in that regard.

Some people just like to give others nicknames; this is not only a joke but also a way for them to understand others.

"Live to leave the field… Alger, are you trying to kill me?"

Liens said to Alger, who stood opposite him, with a solemn expression.

"No, no, no… Of course, I don't want to kill you."

"It's just that if you're too weak to survive my sword, then it's not my fault."

"Just like that guy before, he was too weak; he couldn't even take two of my sword strikes."

"He made it so I couldn't even properly experience the feel of holding a sword… what a useless piece of trash."

"I hope you won't be like that too, Liens."

Alger grinned, still smiling insolently at Liens.

Liens remained silent, not speaking further.

Further response would not fit Liens's outward persona.

Although in the instance, Liens was a madman who loved to kill, in reality, Liens's behavior was very normal.

A normal person, upon hearing such a death threat, would naturally be on high alert.

And not continue chatting with someone who wants to kill him.

More importantly, the duel had already begun; there was no time for more conversation.

A short play was about to begin, and the main actors, Liens and Alger, were about to present their exquisite acting.

…

"Clang!"

Liens steadily blocked Alger's attacking longsword.

"Not bad, stronger than the last guy."

Alger, seeing Liens steadily block his sword without having his own longsword knocked away, smiled in surprise.

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Similar to Alger's personality, his Sword Tendency was also very aggressive; he always initiated the attack in every duel.

He enjoyed using swift and continuous slashes to force his opponents into passive defense, exposing their weaknesses, and then cutting them down.

Targeting this habit of his, or rather, targeting his Sword Tendency, Liens had already designed the plot for him.

"Clang, clang… clang, clang"

Liens's longsword clashed with Alger's slashes again and again, producing a series of collision sounds.

At the same time, his body was constantly being wounded by Alger's longsword.

However, Liens controlled the wounds to be mere scratches; although they were dense and the blood made Liens look like a blood-soaked man.

But in reality, all this blood collected together wouldn't even amount to 200ml.

It was still far from enough to make Liens feel weak.

Moreover, the pain from these minor injuries was completely insignificant compared to the suffering Liens endured in the instance.

It was like being pricked by a needle; it wasn't that it didn't hurt, but it couldn't compare to the intense pain of a splitting headache.

So, even though Liens was constantly being attacked by Alger, he could still hold his longsword steadily with an expressionless face.

However, this did not fit the plot he had arranged for himself.

In order to continuously stimulate Alger's desire to attack, Liens would, after being attacked, appropriately display expressions of pain and panic for him to see.

This would allow him to fall into the pleasure of torturing his opponent, watching his opponent gradually lose resistance under his assault.

This method would be useless against Ben, as Ben was not the type of person who enjoyed harming others.

But, it worked for Alger.

Watching Liens's wounds continuously increase, blood constantly splashing out, and his arm still trembling.

Alger didn't speak, but the smile on his face grew wider and wider, his lips gradually parting, and his entire being was in a state of excitement.

Cutting down a weak person couldn't excite Alger.

Just as he himself had said before.

If someone couldn't even block two sword strikes, making him unable to even feel the grip of his sword, what was there to be happy about?

But watching an opponent with some strength gradually lose resistance under his assault was a great satisfaction.

"Clang"

Another clash of longswords.

But this time it was different from before; Liens seemed to have had his longsword knocked away, revealing a large defensive opening.

This was a very large flaw; Alger, swinging his longsword through the opening, would surely be able to severely wound Liens.

He might even be able to kill Liens directly.

Facing this opportunity, Alger, of course, would not miss it.

The smile on his face reached its peak, his gaze fixed on Liens's vital spot.

He seemed to see his longsword piercing through Liens's body, the gushing blood staining his hands red along the blade.

Alger was extremely excited; the thrill of impending success brought his emotions to a climax.

However, Alger didn't notice, or rather, he didn't care.

Liens, whose face was filled with despair in Alger's eyes, swung a sword.

From Alger's perspective, this sword strike would not hit him.

So he didn't react at all, still confidently slashing a sword towards Liens's vital spot.

But to the outsiders standing outside the arena, Liens, after his longsword was knocked away, frantically swung a sword.

No one initially thought this sword strike would have any effect, but then they saw Alger collide with that sword, showing no intention of dodging, and it even seemed to be intentional.

Then, the crowd outside watched as Liens's longsword cut off Alger's neck.

This scene left the people outside dumbfounded.

And Alger's head, rolling on the ground, had wide-open eyes, his gaze seemingly filled with disbelief.

As if asking everyone who looked at it…

Why?