The smile on Lang Bo's face faded and he returned to seriousness: "Fighters are divided into eleven stages: Fighting Disciple, Fighter, Fighting Master, Mad Fighting Master, Magic Fighting Master, Fighting Master, Fighting Sect, Fighting King, Fighting
Emperor, Fighting Saint, Fighting God, except for Fighting Disciple, which is divided into nine stages, the others are divided into five levels. It may take an ordinary fighter ten years or even more to complete the Fighting Disciple stage and become a real Fighter.
A fighter is a fighter, and you must advance to become a fighter within one year!"
"During the training process, I will also give you other tasks, which you must complete. It is important for a fighter to train his strength, but his character is even more important."
"yes!"
In the forest, Reg was waving a giant sword, sweating like rain. This giant sword was hung on Lambert's back when he found him. In the past year, this giant sword has been hanging in the house.
Covered with dust, now it finally sees the light of day again.
"You have been hunting since you were a child, and your physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Moreover, your body seems to have been strengthened by something, especially your left arm, which is extremely strong, so you should major in the left hand in the future."
Lambert stood aside with a serious face, looking at Reg who was wet with sweat, and said coldly, without any intention of letting him rest.
"Fighting is not only about the strong fighting spirit. A powerful giant may even be defeated by a dexterous dwarf. Only by constantly improving your fighting skills and adding your fighting spirit can you maximize your combat effectiveness!"
"Your weapon must become a part of your body, become as flexible as your arm, and reach your heart as well as your sword."
"Swing the sword with your right hand and chop a thousand times, swing the sword with your left hand and chop three thousand times, then squat with weight for an hour, and then..."
Lambert's training courses were arranged so tightly that even an Iron Man would probably have to lie down from exhaustion. Every training course that was daunting to ordinary practitioners pushed Reg's body's potential and improved it every step of the way.
By his strength.
Reg's eyes had become a little blurry due to dripping sweat. The giant sword was in Reg's hand, and he was constantly completing actions such as chopping, cutting, picking, and stabbing. He slowly felt a little strange.
Most people are right-handed and accustomed to using their right hands, and Reg himself is no exception. However, when Reg holds the giant sword with his left hand, there seems to be no strangeness or unfamiliarity that should exist at all.
The feeling of adapting.
It was an extremely familiar feeling, as if I was born left-handed.
His left hand seems to be more flexible than his right hand, and this flexibility seems to be innate!
Holding the giant sword, even Reg felt that the originally lifeless giant sword seemed to come alive in his left hand, as if it had breath and heartbeat. Reg could easily wave the heavy sword.
A huge sword weighing fifty or sixty kilograms stabs the leaves falling in the wind!
It seems that Reg was born to use a sword, and he was born to use a sword with his left hand!
But this feeling has never happened before, but now it is very real. This feeling is the same as when Reg broke the sandstone with one punch. It is the deepest feeling in the brain. It is weird, but it is real.
exists.
After Reg told Lambert his feelings, Lambert was a little surprised, but nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, this is better. Most people are used to defending the opponent's right-hand attacks, and left-hand attacks are even more difficult for the opponent to guard against. Thunder
One blow may even kill an opponent whose strength is far superior to yours."
"Starting from tomorrow, on the basis of completing daily training, I will start practicing Dou Qi Jue!"
"Pa", a rather simple book was placed in front of Reg, but strangely, there was no first page in the book, and it looked like it had been torn off.
"I spent all my energy and even risked my life to get this Dou Qi Jue. From today on, you will start to practice according to this scene. I can guide you in the initial practice..."
Reg looked at this Dou Qi Jue with no name and origin curiously, and couldn't help but ask: "What Dou Qi Jue is this?"
Lang Bo glanced at Lin Bo coldly and said: "I don't know about this either. If you insist on adding a name, just call him Ice Jue. As for the origin, you don't need to know. It will do you harm or no good."
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"Is it because the Ice Art is water-based?"
Lang Bo nodded and said: "Yes, Ice Art, in the early stage of practice, the fighting spirit will be cold enough, and the whole body will be cold when being hit by the fighting spirit. In the later stage, the fighting spirit will be as cold as eternal black ice, and you don't even need to use your hands.
Just the impact of fighting energy on the body can make the opponent's body covered with a thick layer of ice, causing him to lose all energy in an instant, and even the body will be frozen into pieces..."
Reg was horrified, surprised by the domineering power of this Ice Art.
"Lambert, fighters, like magicians, need to sense various elements in the air. Are you sure I can sense them, and they are also water-based?"
Lambert curled his lips: "If I don't even have this ability, how can I survive until now?"
Whether you want to be a fighter or a magician, you all have the same prerequisite, which is that you must be able to sense the elements in the air, so that you can gather the elements in the air, temper your body, or emit magic.
The fighter gathers the elemental power in the air, integrates it into his own body, transforms his body, and makes the fighting spirit he cultivates more and more powerful. Because elemental power has attributes, fighting spirit also has attributes.
Reg has not yet begun to practice the Ice Art, but just by hearing the name, he knew that this Dou Qi art was of the water attribute, not to mention that Lambert had already explained it. After practicing, the Dou Qi art all over his body was so cold that it became even more light in the end.
The fighting spirit released from the body can kill the opponent and freeze the opponent into a piece of ice.
Wind, fire, water, earth, light, and darkness, these are the six major elements of the elements. Whether you are a magician or a fighter, most of their magic or fighting spirit attributes are these six, and of course there are some very rare ones.
Departments, such as Druid Department, Undead Department, etc.
Reg naturally didn't understand how Lambert judged his talent and judged that he could sense the water attribute. But in fact, when Reg started practicing this Ice Art under Lambert's guidance, it really took two days.
Within a short time, the water element in the air was already sensed.
Induction, this is a very strange feeling. It cannot be caught or touched, but it can be felt.
After being able to sense the water element, Lambert began to teach Reg how to gather these water elements and how to use these elements to strengthen his body. If the power of the elements is gathered to form fighting spirit, only when fighting spirit is formed can it be called a warrior.
A true fighter.
Reg's daily training time is close to eighteen or nineteen hours, which is mixed with fighting spirit training, physical fitness training, combat skills training, actual combat training, etc. These trainings are mixed together. When Reg lies in bed every day, even if
He felt pain when he moved his fingers. Even after he fell asleep, in his dream, Reg was still being supervised by Lambert and continued to train...
The sweat on Reg's body never dried for a moment.
Even though it was so hard, Reg didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he was very happy and enjoyed this almost cruel training.
A strict master produces a good disciple. Although Reg didn't read many books, he knew this truth very well.
In the past years, Reg had always wanted someone to teach him and train him like this. Now that he had this opportunity, how could he let it go?
Living at the bottom of the class, he understands the truth that if you want to succeed and become a leader, you can't do it without making corresponding efforts.
Lambert looked at Reg, who was waving his giant sword and sweating profusely in the forest, with relief in his eyes. Although he had already agreed with Reg, but seeing Reg training himself so crazily, even he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Very amazed.
After spending so many years in the mainland, he has matured and matured, and he naturally understands better that diligence is sometimes more useful than genius, but if a genius can still be diligent, the effect will definitely be more than just amazing.
Lambert's goal of surpassing the apprenticeship stage in one year was already taken into consideration of Reg's talent and hard training. However, in fact, by the end of the sixth month, Reg had already truly practiced.
He lost his fighting spirit and became a true fighter.
Although he is only a first-level fighter, his speed is astonishing in the entire continent, but Reg's hard training experience is probably astonishing in the entire continent.
Not every teacher is as perverted as Lambert, and not every fighter can risk his life to practice like Reg, in order to become stronger and stronger again!
"Come on, gather your fighting energy and chop down this tree with all your strength."
Lambert said to Reg in a deep voice: "You now have fighting spirit. Fighting spirit is the potential contained in your body. Only the perfect combination of combat skills and fighting spirit can you exert your greatest strength!"
Reg's eyes shone with excitement. He turned his head to face the big tree that could hold a dozen people hugging each other. His eyes were blazing, and the weak fighting spirit in his body had condensed to the maximum extent and gathered on Reg's legs.
On the waist and arms, it even extended to the giant sword.
"break!"
Reg shouted, and the giant sword in his hand radiated a little blue light, spinning like a windmill, and then suddenly struck the big tree.
"Crack", the trunk of the big tree suddenly split into a large piece, countless sawdust shot out, and the giant sword in Reg's hand was deeply embedded in the trunk of the big tree.
With Reg's current strength, he was naturally unable to chop down the big tree, but looking at the huge and deep cut, Lambert nodded with satisfaction.
Lambert turned his head, stared at Reg and said: "Before I started teaching you, I said that the training will not only be about strength, but now, I will give you the first task."