The surface of the puppet has long been covered with scratches. This is the third dummy that has been replaced in the training room this week, but it seems to be completely destroyed at this moment. The dagger about a foot long is flying up and down, although it cannot be pulled out in the air.
Afterimage, but the speed can also be said to be astonishingly fast.
All the fighting energy came out of the body, and in the next second it all adhered to the surface of the dagger. Sonic booms sounded from time to time, and even the dummy with a built-in magic defense barrier could not escape the fate of being injured by the sharp blade.
Another round of attacks came to an end. The little boy knelt half on the ground, and big beads of sweat continued to fall to the ground. However, during this brief respite, another wave of fighting energy appeared out of thin air. I saw it blasted directly towards
He killed the little boy and smashed him into the wall.
Blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, and the little boy grunted, but glared stubbornly. All the bones in his body were faintly creaking, but the dagger in his hand never fell off.
"Take a rest, if you continue like this, you will die." The middle-aged man said as he sat in the corner. Then he threw a bottle of magic potion to the other person, indicating that he would heal his wounds on his own.
This person's name is Bailey, the Wandering Knight, and the Blessed Knight. He is also called the Sleeping Knight because he likes to sleep very much. He looks rough and heavy, and he is addicted to alcohol, but his weapon is a sword called "curly rapier" (soft sword).
)", and combat skills are also based on skills.
No one knows where he comes from, let alone which principality he previously belonged to. Because long before there were pirates in this mangrove forest, Bailey lived in seclusion here.
Although he had no intention of associating with pirates, he accepted Isaac's offer of free ale. Therefore, he only does two things every day, one is to get drunk, and the other is to guide Isaac to practice alone.
But from the perspective of a peak powerhouse, this boy's qualifications are very mediocre. Although he is quite hardworking, his future achievements will only be that of a swordsman. Without some adventure, he will never be able to reach the peak. "Teacher, you still like sneak attacks so much. This is not the behavior of a strong man. Please forgive me for not agreeing with this." The young man raised his head and drank the bottle of magic potion, then held the magic crystal in his hand to restore the fighting spirit in his body.
This son's name is Tycho, the only son of Isaac, the Lord of Pirate Bay. Although he is a mid-level warrior, he is better at assassination. He has no interest in paying attention to the intrigues of the adults, and has no interest in being involved in the whirlpool of all forces.
Inside, Tycho just wants to become the pinnacle of strength, and then set sail to see places he has never been before.
But Tycho also knew that his qualifications were extremely mediocre, and he would probably never become a great swordsman until his death. That's why he practiced until he lost his strength every day. Even if he couldn't get what he wanted in the end, he didn't want to leave any regrets.
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And compared to the kind of open and close combat skills, Tycho prefers the moves of the dark elf killer. Killing with one blow and letting the enemy pass away silently is what a strong man should look like in Tycho's eyes.
"Sneak attack? Little kid, although I have never participated in a holy war, I have heard that idiots like you are the first to die. And I, who you say you are so shameless, mostly survived."
"Your full blow failed to destroy the doll, and it was counterattacked just now. And I am just a kind person who took action on its behalf."
"For a fool like you, if your father hadn't provided me with unlimited ale, I would have killed you now to save you from being embarrassed when you go out in the future."
"If you are not convinced, then go ahead and attack. As long as you can make me move even a little bit, I can call you my mentor and teach you everything I can from now on!"
Bailey laughed loudly when he heard the words, as if this was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He drank another jar of ale, and the entire training room was instantly shielded by the Dou Qi shield. Tycho slowly stood up after hearing the words, and then shook his hand
The tight dagger rushed towards Bailey.
The fighting spirit was continuously compressed, and efforts were concentrated at the tip of the blade. However, this desperate blow was ultimately invisible. The curly rapier was in a spiral state at the moment, and the tip of the sword penetrated Tycho half an inch, and a stream of bright red naturally flowed out.
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"It seems that you still don't have the consciousness to risk your life. Waste is waste. Apart from chattering endlessly, you have done nothing. You can't even compare to those bedbugs and mice!"
This move is called "Electric Corkscrew", and it is Bailey's most powerful blow. It can drive the fighting spirit to attach to the soft sword, and when it penetrates into the enemy's body, it will crush the spinal nerves. As the name goes,
At this moment, the rapier in Bailey's hand has turned into a giant corkscrew. The spiral shape is very weird, at least it will make anyone who sees it for the first time be at a loss.
"It's not over yet. Teacher, you'd better be careful not to be attacked by me!"
Tycho was not surprised that his attack failed, but his offensive did not stop. The dagger twisted instantly and finally stabbed Bailey's elbow.
This is the experience he summed up after countless failed battles. When facing a strong enemy that cannot be killed with one blow, the first thing to do is not to attack with all his strength in a hot-headed manner, but to make the opponent lose the ability to fight as soon as possible. p>
Snap! Two fingers clamped the dagger tightly, and then broke it into pieces. Bailey raised his foot and kicked Tycho away again, but this time Tycho could not get up again.
Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from the young man's mouth, but he always held his dagger, as if it had long been integrated with his body.
"It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous! I don't remember ever teaching you this kind of attack. Fighting to the death may be praiseworthy, but it also depends on your own strength."
"The eagle charging into the sky is a feat, the moth is overestimating its capabilities; the jackal challenging the lion is courage, and the ant resisting the giant elephant is foolishness."
"In the same way, a top-level expert's desperate attack is a feat, but your appearance is extremely ridiculous! Today's training ends here, and I have no interest in wasting time with you."
After Bailey said that, he started drinking ale again. After a moment, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, because this was the last flaw he left to the other party. No matter whether he could really hurt himself or not, as long as the other party had this spirituality, he would do the same in the future.
Treat him as his apprentice.
"Compared to your determination, I hope you can become the master of the Pirate Bay. Because there is at least a glimmer of possibility for what you can do."
"If that day comes, it won't be in vain that I have wasted so many years. You are not a dark elf, and with mediocre qualifications, it is impossible to become an assassin."
As Bailey spoke, he wrapped the curly thin sword back around his waist. As a sojourner, he could speak these words frankly, which was the utmost kindness.
The reason why Bailey could tolerate the other party interrupting his drinking pleasure every day was because he saw some shadows of his past in the other party. He also refused to succumb to fate, he also moved forward for the sake of his beliefs, he was equally wise and impossible, but he was still stubborn.
Willing to admit defeat.
"No! Even if I practice to the end of my life, I will become stronger! Even if I fail to become the pinnacle in the end, I will leave Pirate Bay and go to the end of the world!"
Tycho spit out a tooth and replied with a smile. He didn't care about being called a waste, because what he cared about was whether he could set sail and leave the Pirate Bay, not to compete with those peak experts.<