While Soshyan and Sevita were wrestling with each other, two other people entered the training ground.
One is Technical Sergeant Rogris. He is holding an instrument in his hand to record the status of the Terminator during combat and provide data for subsequent adjustments.
The other is Ustad, who was summoned here by Thor.
"Chapter Commander..."
Seeing that his chapter leader was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back, Ustad was surprised. Although he heard that a "veteran" had come to the chapter, he did not think that the other party could surpass Solo.
Your strength, but now I look at it——
Sweat dripped from Soshiyang's face, the lightning triggered by the collision of the sword and the halberd pierced his eyes, and the peripheral light in his field of vision was dazzling.
"I didn't mean to call these kids here. I didn't want to embarrass you."
Sevatar suddenly spoke, his breathing rising and falling slightly due to the struggle.
Only then did Soshyan notice someone else coming in, and he glanced at them.
It was at this moment that Sevatar noticed his distraction and immediately swung his halberd and stabbed at Soshyan's lower body.
"ah--"
Realizing that he was distracted, Soshiyang whispered, turned sideways to avoid the blow, and then swung his sword.
Gray marrow was also rushing through his veins at this moment.
The blade of the sword hit the head of the halberd, and it was barely blocked at the last moment.
Despite Soshyan's use of gray marrow, Sevatar gradually gained the upper hand.
The Terminator Armor has strengthened his physical strength and is far greater than the current Soshiyan. The young Chapter Leader must hold the Holy Sword with both hands. Only in this way can he catch the heavy blows blessed by the opponent's huge armor.
"Don't just get beaten."
Sevatar spoke, and their weapons rubbed against each other, scattering a string of sparks on the deck.
"You have to learn to observe when I move and when I attack. Fighting with the Terminator is like playing chess. Every body movement must be carefully planned."
Soshyan thrust his sword in response, but before he could raise his hand, Sevita's halberd swept over from the right, and he had to defend again.
"Then."
Suddenly, Sevatar took another step back, raising his halberd in a ready posture.
"Don't rely too much on the brute force that the Terminator gives you. You have to borrow strength, not use force."
These two words contain countless subtle differences. It is difficult to fully understand them just by listening. Soshyan can only concentrate completely and observe every subtle move of the other party.
In the blink of an eye, the long halberd fell down, like a waterfall falling from a mountain stream. It was majestic and extremely natural.
A bang? Soshyan felt his arms go numb, and his sword was knocked to the ground.
"You attack."
Nodding silently? Soshyan picked up the sword from the ground, while Sevatar assumed a completely defensive posture.
Between heartbeats? When their weapons clashed with a low roar again? Soshyan no longer used Gray Marrow.
This made his movements much slower than before.
"The Terminator's defense is not absolute. There are many things in this universe that can disembowel it. You still have to distinguish which attacks can be resisted and which attacks must be dodged."
Sevatar's defensive movements became more rudimentary, no longer using a halberd, but using his arms to reach Soshyan's blade.
"For example, you don't need to care too much about this kind of powerless chopping."
Soshiyang's jaw was clenched and there was a dull pain. He also heard Sol's faint laughter coming from a distance.
The next three attacks rained down on Sevatar's halberd, and the sparks sparked back into his face.
But Soshyan remained silent.
"continue."
He strode forward with swords in both hands. He responded with a head slash, while Sevatar easily blocked the opponent's attack head-on. But others could also hear the servo engines in his shoulder armor and arm armor fending off Sosh.
Yang's power kept roaring.
The Prince of Crows smiled when Soshyan withdrew his weapon, and then blocked several rounds of attacks from the opponent? Each time, he responded with Soshyan's toothy smile.
"To be honest, I was reluctant when Sol asked me to do this job? It's not that I'm stingy? It's that you are not qualified to control such a weapon."
Soshyan is not without pride? The same is true for any warrior.
He could accept his failure and endure the humiliation, but Sevatar's mockery made his blood boil.
The young Chapter Master met the eyes of the rebellious man from ten thousand years ago, and Sevatar saw burning anger in them.
Then Soshyan's attacks became less and less like drills - the swings became faster and the blows became heavier.
"That's something to say."
Sevatar slowly retreated, simply parrying and not fighting back.
Soshyan thought he was gaining an advantage, but the other party kept laughing in a seductive way.
This made him rush forward desperately, his shoulder slammed into the chest of the Terminator's armor, and then the long sword stabbed upward diagonally.
If successful, then——
"Ah."
The hilt of the halberd swung away Soshyan's sword like flowing water. At the same time, Savita also grabbed Soshyan's throat with his bare hands and lifted him up amidst the roar of the hydraulic joints of the Terminator armor.
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Soshyan's combat boots left the deck, he could no longer breathe and could only struggle.
"You are not a good student, you are reckless and irritable."
The ceramic steel on Savita's gauntlet gradually tightened around Soshyan's neck. Upon seeing this, the other two warriors immediately wanted to rush forward, but were stopped by Thor.
He didn't say anything, just shook his head, signaling the two of them not to be nervous.
"He also likes to be clever."
Suddenly, Sevita let go of his hand, Soshyan's boots finally touched the ground, and he fell to the ground.
"But it's not hopeless."
Soshyan looked up at him, slowly allowing his squeezed throat to breathe again, unable to speak for a while.
"stand up."
Although Sevatar's words were still very cold, she reached out her hand to him.
Soshyan held the opponent's arm and stood up with the help of his strength. However, the hard fight just now still had some impact. He shook twice before he stood firm.
"You have two things that are worthy of praise. First, you are bold enough. Although it may turn into reckless sometimes, a reckless warrior is better than a coward. Second, you are very adaptable. Although sometimes you seem clumsy, you
At least it’s changing.”
Saying that, Sevatar raised his head and yelled at Rodrigos not far away:
"Stupid, have the data been recorded?"
"Ah, uh... it's recorded!"
"Don't forget what I told you!"
"Well, I'm already doing it."
"What did you ask Rogris to do?"
Soshyan finally spoke, although his voice was still very hoarse.
"A set of training equipment. Now if you directly wear the Terminator, the bones will be easily broken by some idiots, so you have to use simple equipment for training first."
After saying this, Sevatar put the halberd on his shoulder.
"Okay, that's it for today. I'll call it a day and continue tomorrow."