After Ola's father said this, Ksmerder suddenly became angry and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart: Am I not sure to beat him, or did I never think about winning him? This thought made Ksmerder's heartbeat immediately accelerate, and the blood in his body suddenly boiled. Because he could only stand by the arena, silently watching and learning the fighting skills of those fighters, over time, he subconsciously regarded those fighters as teachers-like seniors, and regarded the old nun Marit as a formal fighter who could beat ten when he was young as a high-ranking existence. When he thought that Marit was so old and weak now, he still claimed to be able to beat five regular fighters by one, Ksmerder couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking that if he could not defeat the regular fighter in front of him today, it would be too embarrassing to Maret.

So, Ksmerd was excited and took the initiative to attack Ola's father. Ola's father obviously felt the change of Ksmerd - his sudden and violent fighting spirit and desire to win, and of course, his more fierce attack. Ola's father did not dare to neglect and immediately fought with all his strength.

However, soon the regular fighter discovered the terrible thing of Kirsmerd. He thought that Kirsmerd would attack him on the ground and then he would use an impatient and aggressive style of fighting - he had seen too many such young people. However, Kirsmerd was completely the opposite. Although the fighting spirit and desire to win were so strong, his playing style was extremely calm and calm, as if he had known everything, including the result of this duel.

It was this calmness and firmness that made Ora's father feel terrible. Kersmerd seemed to have seen through his opponent and knew every move he wanted to use. Kersmerd seemed to be just waiting for a moment, a moment that could end the duel, and this moment seemed to come suddenly.

Ola's father felt that almost every time Ksmerde made a move, he could surprise his weakness, and while he was also attacking, if he hadn't reacted quickly, blocked or dodged in time, he might have been knocked down by Ksmerde. It can also be said that Ksmerde's judgment was not very accurate, or the attack was not fast enough, so that there would be errors, giving Ola's father time to block or dodge.

Although Ksmerd's multiple attempts did not achieve the ultimate goal, he had disrupted the attack rhythm of the regular fighter. At the same time, his approach to advance and retreat made it difficult for the regular fighter to adapt. This was a style of play he had never seen before - no blocking, no dodging, only attacking, and pursued the goal of snatching the opponent with extremely fast attack speed to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy with one blow. In this way, the regular fighter who did not dare to fight with Ksmerd quickly fell into a passive position and gradually became in a difficult position, only parrying and dodging, and almost no counterattack.

Ola's father suddenly felt that Ksmerd was actually practicing with him as the goal, making his playing style mature and seemed to break through some limitations. He was constantly trying, and he would succeed in the end, and it seemed that it was just a matter of time. This idea made the regular fighter who had regarded fighting as a common occurrence suddenly feel a strong sense of oppression, as if he was gradually being controlled by the other party and would definitely lose in the end. He couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat, and even re-experienced the tension, anxiety, and fear he had when he fought with someone for the first time. After dealing with Ksmerd's attacks again and again, he gradually felt powerless.

When Ola's father was knocked to the ground by Ksmerd's blow, the first reaction of the regular fighter was: it can finally end! After he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a severe pain coming from his chest.

"It was your son who provoked me first. I just taught him a lesson for you and let him learn some necessary etiquette. Now, the old accounts have been cleared, and I hope you will learn from your lesson." Ksmerd left this coldly and left without looking back, leaving behind the father and son who fell to the ground and Tema who was stunned by the side.

After returning to the orphanage, the first thing Ksmerd did was to find Marit and share with her the joy of her victory and the excitement of breaking through the bottleneck period. However, Marit was not in the orphanage. Ksmerd asked several pastors and nuns, and finally found Marit on the top floor of the church tower of the monastery. She was leaning against a window and looking into the distance through the window.

Ksmerd quietly walked behind her and looked out the window. Through this window, he could see the scenery of half a nest of carts, and also to the end of the dense houses, a sea water connected to the clear sky, as blue as dreamy. Ksmerd looked at Marit from the back and found that she was staring at the place of the sea water without moving. Ksmerd did not disturb her, but also turned his gaze to the distant sea water.

"Child, what are you looking at?" Marit asked lightly, she had long discovered the arrival of Kersmerd.

Kersmerd replied, "Look at what you see."

"How do you know what I'm looking at?" Marit turned around, looked at Ksmoud, and asked with a smile.

"Of course I know!"

"Child, sometimes, you can't be too confident! Haha, after being settled in the dark room for half a year, you finally couldn't help but run out to fight again?" Maritt saw a newly added wound on the back of Kersmerd's right hand at a glance.

"Yes!" Ksmerd replied excitedly, "I not only defeated Ora today, but also defeated his father, that regular fighter! In addition, I finally had a new understanding and helped me break through this bottleneck period!"

"Haha, child, seeing you are so excited, I thought you won the competitive championship! It turned out that you just defeated a regular fighter and broke through a small bottleneck period. Child, your road is still long. Don't be proud, and you must train steadily!" Marit warned.

"Well, I will continue to work hard and one day I will win the competitive championship!" Kersmer said firmly.

"Actually, competitive champions are nothing great! People must not be easily measured or confused by something. Child, remember that your biggest enemy is always you!" When Marie said this, she suddenly coughed violently, as if it was caused by excitement.

"Maret, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Kersmerd quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.

Marit waved his hand at Ksmoud, signaling that he was fine, then turned around and looked out the window again. After a while, he slowly said, "If I had a grandson or granddaughter, I might be as old as you now, right?"

"What?" Ksmerd seemed to understand something, "Maret, who are your children? And who are your husband? Do they know you are here?"

"After death, they have already gone to heaven or hell, and I am the only one who lives in this corner," replied Marie, his tone containing endless sadness.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew in from outside the window, bringing a wave of turmoil here from the world, perhaps with the breath from the ocean...

The winter when Kersmerd was fifteen years old was particularly cold, and the elderly and weak Mary could not survive that winter. Like many old people, she passed away and went to a warm paradise.

At Mary's funeral, not only Kersmerd was the one who cried the most sadly. In Kesmerd's eyes, Mary was his only relative, so when this relative left in his life, the pain he suffered was beyond understanding and even more untouchable to others.

Before his death, Marit called Ksmerd to the bed, and then handed a cross-shaped black pendant to his hands with his pale and dry hands, and said to him with a smile: "Child, thank you for your stubbornness and determination, which gave me hope. And your eyes have always been so straightforward and kind, because you have an upright and brave heart, I hope you can keep it and not let it be polluted and distorted. This thing is better to hand it over to you than to bury me with me. May it bring you good luck, or when you need dinars in urgent need, you can also sell it, because this thing is quite valuable, and the material is pure natural obsidian."

Ksmerd wanted to say that he would never sell this thing, but he was crying and could not speak, so he could only shake his head hard.

"If you have the chance to see Sherina in the future, I will send me a message to her and tell her: Actually, before I broke up with her, I no longer regarded her as my student. Because I have long regarded her as my daughter, no matter what, I will always leave a place for her in my heart, just like a mother, always opening the door for her children. And you, my child, I always treat you as a grandson. What makes me feel regretful is that I failed to teach you how to ride a horse. You must learn how to ride a horse in the future. Good riding skills and a good horse can make you stronger! I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, but I forgot how long it takes, so I have to calculate it well." Marit said calmly.

Kersmer nodded vigorously, wiped his tears, waiting for Maritt to say how long she hadn't ridden a horse. However, this wait was forever. Maritt had already passed away while Kersmert was waiting.
Chapter completed!