With the sound of wind ringing in his ears, Ren turned around to avoid the sudden attack, then tiptoed and jumped backwards to quickly get out of the opponent's attack range.
"Captain?"
Seeing Felin striding into the training ground, Renn raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"How can one person improve faster than two people practicing sparring? Come on, boy, let me see how far your strength has improved in the past few days?"
"Don't be like before, unable to survive even a minute under the old man!" (sarcasm)
The film's sword and shield clashed, making a crisp sound, inviting the young paladin to fight.
"What I wish for!"
Renn grinned with a bright smile.
In the first few battles, whether he was facing the gray dwarf brothers or the drow wizards in the Phandalin Mines, or fighting against the Redbrand Gang alone, Renn did not feel much pressure.
But as he is about to embark on an adventurous journey, he urgently needs a catalyst that will allow him to have a deeper and clearer understanding of his physical fitness, and to regain bit by bit the fighting skills he mastered when he was a legendary warrior.
This kind of reaction ability and mastery of one's own abilities are much better than that of the young boy before!
"Are you almost ready? Come on, you attack first!"
Feilin turned around and looked at the regretful young man, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
Even though it was only a few minutes, the danger involved is unknown.
"You have mastered the feats of [Mastery of Initiative] and [Combining Defense with Offense]."
Facing the high-spirited young people, the old regiment leader's face gradually became serious.
"Then I'm not welcome!"
Choosing to play against a high-level professional like the old leader forced Ren's body to quickly adapt to combat memory and transform it into combat instinct.
This situation was formed under the deliberate guidance of the old captain. If Renn's offensive slows down, he will be greeted by the merciless counterattack of the paladin captain.
For such a result, Ren was already prepared and was not discouraged. He raised his sword and attacked again.
Phew~~
A stream of white air came out of Ren's mouth.
If this blow hits, Ren will at least break a few ribs!
The training of a paladin is like this, real and merciless.
Just as he rushed through the disappearing mist, a sword whistling sound came from behind him, and Renn slashed at the position where he was just now.
Crusader Swordsmanship - Snake Bite!
Feilin originally thought that this blow would make the young man in front of him lose his fighting ability as usual, but unexpectedly, Renne only used eight points of force for the thrust just now, and he decisively returned to defense after realizing that the attack was ineffective.
So, given this kid's character, the location he teleports to is...
This spell teleports the Black Knight to an unoccupied location that you can see within up to 30 feet.
Wandering?
The old leader's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he instantly judged that this was the Black Knight's holy oath spell.
Obviously, Felin, who is the leader of the Holy Knights of the Guardian Temple, is the opponent that Ren wants.
Without adding buffs, Renn doesn't know how many moves he can sustain in the opponent's hands.
"Very good, it seems there is some progress. How about continuing?"
You can rest assured.
Feilin commented in his mouth, held out the wooden sword in his right hand, twisted it lightly, and effortlessly broke Ren's attack.
What an old silver coin!
Renn's professional level is only 5, while Felin's professional level is 15.
Just a hair’s breadth!
"Basic sword skills are good."
Not only did he not stop charging, but he went in the opposite direction and accelerated the charge.
--charge!
——A fierce charge!
——Shield Bash!
——Opportunistic attack!
Even if they don't use their full strength, the explosive power of high-level warriors can be seen.
Ren used both arms to pull the long sword back in front of him in an instant. He narrowly blocked the old captain's silent blow with the two-finger-wide blade. Then he made a wrong step and spun around.
Reaching behind the old man, the long sword in his hand was drawn diagonally from bottom to top.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. After relaxing, Ren only felt sore all over.
Taking a deep breath and getting rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind, Ren raised his hand and added Buff to himself first.
As the words fell, Feilin's figure ten meters away suddenly disappeared, revealing the true strength of the high-level professional.
On the training ground, the sound of clashing swords could be heard endlessly.
Feilin made a judgment in his mind instantly.
"certainly!"
"Expert Mastery."
Basic swordsmanship - lunge!
The wooden shield in Feilin's left hand was slanted in front of him. While blocking Ren's sword with the side of the shield, the shield vibrated and deflected the direction of his attack. The sword in his right hand bit silently like a poisonous snake.
Towards Wren's left rib.
And Renn himself has just touched the door of an intermediate professional. The professional level difference between the two is too big, and Renn has no possibility of winning.
The more blood you shed on the training ground, the better you can save your life on the battlefield. As long as you are not seriously injured, the priests of the temple can heal most of your injuries with divine magic.
The difference in strength between the two is too great, and it is not a crime of war.
However, under such pressure, more and more combat skills are awakened from memory.
The old leader faced him and said he would only use seven points of strength, but in fact he didn't use any strength at all.
——Heroism!
——The power of cattle!
The old leader himself is a level 10 paladin, and has a level 5 Holy Crusader advancement, making him a proper high-level professional.
but.
And this catalyst is facing a powerful opponent.
Just before his shield and sword hit the target, a silver-white mist suddenly appeared, shrouding Ren's figure in it.
But the goal of the paladin is to last as long as possible!
Only by squeezing himself to the limit in this way can the battle memories hidden deep in his body be awakened!
Seeing the magic light flashing on the young man's body, the old group leader's face was calm.
In the fight just now, it seemed that Ren was the main attacker and Feilin was the main defender, but only those involved knew that this was all an illusion.
Ren pursed his lips tightly, then made a mistake and suddenly rushed in front of Feilin. He held the sword in both hands and stabbed towards the opponent.
Throwing the weapon onto the weapons rack not far away, Feilin clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Yes, very good. It seems that you have indeed made great progress. Old man, I don't have to worry about you anymore."
After swiping his sword again to repel Ren's fierce attack, Feilin nodded in approval.
The old captain tapped the shield in his hand.
"Be careful, I will use 70% of my strength next!"
Accompanied by the overwhelming sound of the stone slabs under his feet, he approached Renn at an alarming speed, with a wooden shield in his left hand in front of him, and a long sword in his right hand resting on the shield, with only a short tip of the sword exposed. He looked like a car.
The heavy tank at full power slammed into Rennes with a "rumbling" sound.
Renn nodded heavily.
It's already good if he can barely maintain a tie for a few rounds.
However, although he was a little embarrassed, he finally got two melee specialties, which was considered a profit.
The next step is to take a hot bath, rest for a day to adjust, and wait for news from the caravan.
Thank you to book friend [lzzq] for the reward of 500 starting coins!
Tomorrow I will officially leave the Novice Village, and a new plot will begin! ()
