Chapter 70: Chapter 70: He’s the one who pushed into the water!
Fencing is a required course at Windsor High School, consisting of Heavy Sword, Saber, and Foil.
This competition involves the Saber.
Different from Heavy Sword and Foil, a point in Saber can be scored not only by thrusting but also by slashing, with any part of the sword. Striking the opponent’s valid target area earns one point. The most points win.
Momo had only attended two classes, but he took a keen interest in fencing, so he was very serious during those lessons.
Fencing is known as the ballet of swordplay, an elegant sport that emphasizes skill and grace.
Momo donned his mask, held the steel sword, and walked to the opposite side of Fang Heng, as the referee connected the mainline to his body.
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Momo gently stroked his steel sword, adopting his stance, raising the weapon in his hand.
Before the start of the match, there is a ritual where both competitors gently clash swords as a sign of sportsmanship.
However, Momo and Fang Heng made no such gesture. This match was not about friendship but about dignity.
Fang Heng, arrogant and impatient with his sword, couldn’t wait to settle the score.
But Momo was devising a scoring strategy.
In Saber, the valid scoring areas are the upper body, helt, and arms; moreover, the Saber emphasizes the right of way, the first to strike scores. If the opponent attacks, they must parry the blow before landing a hit to score. If both attack and land a hit simultaneously, no points are awarded.
He had to score; he was determined to win.
Huo Tingdong, carrying Han in his arms, entered the arena; Han, seeing Momo in his fencing gear, widened her eyes in surprise, “Momo looks so cool.”
Just like Daddy.
Daddy is also very skilled at fencing.
Huo Tingdong looked at Momo, who, helt on, focused intently ahead.
The match began.
Fang Heng predictably initiated the attack.
Momo, having anticipated this, parried the attack and thrust at Fang Heng’s helt.
Fang Heng swiftly retreated to dodge.
But he had clearly underestimated Momo, not taking such an opponent seriously. Unexpectedly, Momo’s blade was swift, following the parry with a quick strike.
Fang Heng failed to dodge, getting hit on the shoulder.
Momo scored 1 point.
Mrs. Fang stood up nervously and excitedly.
She couldn’t believe it, Momo scored the first point!?
He had only taken two classes; how could his reactions be so quick, as if he had expected Fang Heng to attack a particular area!
Fang Heng, having lost a point, could not believe it and widened his eyes.
Momo turned back to the starting line, faced him again, and adopted his stance, graceful and dashing.
For a mont, Lin Qi seed to see Huo Tingdong’s bearing in Momo: noble and inviolable.
“Again!”
Fang Heng returned to the starting line, waiting for the referee’s command.
At the command, he barely moved to strike when Momo attacked like lightning, “crack,” striking his shoulder area, while Fang Heng, belatedly realizing, counterattacked at Momo’s shoulder area, but already a mont too late.
“1 point.” Momo scored again.
Fang Heng protested, “He jumped the gun!”
The referee recalibrated the timing, announcing, “The point is valid!” Momo hadn’t jumped the gun; he was just too fast and Fang Heng a beat slow.
Momo taunted with a smile, “I can already imagine you rolling on the ground like a little dog circling .”
Fang Heng was enraged further, leaping with anger, “Don’t get cocky! Just you wait, I won’t let you score again.”
“Really?” Momo resud his stance, “Your strikes are too slow, are you really the Fencing Class’s seed player? Hard to believe.”
Fang Heng was about to lose his cool, suppressing his rage, clutching the steel sword tightly.
Another command echoed.
Fang Heng imdiately struck at Momo, but Momo parried with a “crack,” Fang Heng thrust again, maliciously aiming for Momo’s neck.
Danger!
That was a forbidden area.
Of all places, the neck was the most vulnerable to injury.
Knowing it was against the rules, Fang Heng nevertheless aid to injure Momo.
Momo was caught off guard, stabbed in the neck, and stepped back, clutching it.
Lin Qi stood up angrily and exclaid, “That’s against the rules!”
She walked towards Momo but was blocked by the referee, “No entering the field during a match.”
Lin Qi pointed at Fang Heng and said, “He is breaking the rules!”
Yet the referee turned a blind eye.
Mrs. Fang stood aside and let out a cold snort. Just now, she had exchanged a few words with the referee. After all, she’s the wife of a Windsor High School director; shouldn’t her status warrant so respect?
Momo clutched his neck, feeling a bit of pain where he had been stabbed.
But the referee didn’t call a penalty?
Just then—
From within the venue ca the icy voice of Huo Tingdong, “He broke the rules.”
Mrs. Fang looked towards the voice, surprised to see Huo Tingdong was also present. She chuckled awkwardly, “Mr. Huo, do you know anything about fencing? Is this what you call a violation?”
Huo Tingdong replied, “I started fencing at the age of five. Do you think you know the rules of fencing better than I do?” He directed at the referee, “For this level of violation, penalize one point.”
The referee unaware of his identity, responded rudely, “Who are you and what is your surna?”
Huo Tingdong curtly stated, “My surna is ‘Huo.'”
The referee was stunned.
“My na is Huo Tingdong.” Huo Tingdong slightly narrowed his eyes. “And then?”
Huo Tingdong…
Even the most uninford person, who had never seen Huo Tingdong in person, would certainly have heard this thunderous na.
The Huo Family of Beijing.
A power that crushes everything beneath it.
Mrs. Fang’s influence could not be overlooked, but when compared to Huo Tingdong’s status, even she paled in significance.
The referee, not daring to offend Huo Tingdong and feeling sowhat guilty, lowered his head and adjusted the scoreboard, penalizing Fang Heng one point.
0-3.
Momo was leading by three points.
Momo taunted, “Fang Heng, you’re not going to lose to , are you? I haven’t heard anyone imitate a dog’s bark in my life!”
Fang Heng completely lost control of his emotions and suddenly rushed forward, raising his sword and slashing towards Momo.
“Bang!”
“Bang! Bang!”
He frenziedly stabbed at Momo with one sword after another.
Where would Momo have anticipated such rule-ignoring assault? In this mont, the match had evidently turned into Fang Heng’s unbridled retaliation!
“Die! Die! You’re the mongrel! You bastard, how dare you make imitate a dog’s bark!”
Momo kept blocking Fang Heng’s incoming strikes, utterly without a mont’s breath, being pushed back step by step, when suddenly—
His helt was knocked to the ground by Fang Heng’s strike.
Lin Qi’s heart imdiately clenched in her throat.
“Danger!”
Momo fell to the ground while dodging, instinctively guarding his head with his hands, and at that mont, a tall figure stood in front of him, catching the steel sword aid at Momo’s head with a steady grip.
Surprised, Fang Heng looked up, only to see Huo Tingdong’s towering figure standing in front of Momo, holding the steel sword, his cold gaze fixed on him.
Fang Heng, frightened by Huo Tingdong’s nacing eyes, let go of the sword and collapsed to the ground, shivering.
Momo ca to his senses, his breathing sowhat rapid. He looked up to see Huo Tingdong shielding him; at that mont, he felt enveloped by a warm sense of security.
Han stared fixedly at Fang Heng, his headache splitting, as if mories were flooding back.
He suddenly extended his hand, pointing at Fang Heng and said, “It’s… him…”
In the silence of the venue, Han’s abrupt accusation captured everyone’s attention.
Huo Tingdong looked towards Han.
The scene of Fang Heng going red-eyed and hacking at Momo had triggered Han, suddenly bringing back the mory of that day in the swimming pool—how Fang Heng had pushed him into the water in the sa manner!
Han pointed at Fang Heng, his words resonating firmly, “He’s the one who… pushed … into the water!”
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