When people are focused, time often passes quickly.
Around him, Adil found that some apprentices had left the training ground. He looked at the sun in the sky and felt the blazing heat. It had been a long time since it happened.
The rest of the apprentices had almost left, and around him only Dill was still there to continue training, his shirt completely wet with sweat.
"Adier, are you still training?"
As if feeling that the training was almost done, Dill slowly stopped. At this time, he took a piece of cloth from the servant on the side to wipe his sweat, and looked at Adil who was still training with some surprise.
Feeling his call, Adier finished a set of movements and stopped in the training. He took a big breath and talked with him with a smile: "Due to injury, I haven't trained for a long time, so today I feel...
My condition was particularly good, so I trained more.”
"Haha, that's true!" A hearty smile appeared on Dill's face: "But even if your body recovers, you still can't practice this kind of thing for too long. It will be bad if you accidentally leave hidden injuries. Practice more if you have time.
It’s also good to practice swordsmanship.”
Adil was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, with a gentle smile on his face: "Yes!"
They chatted for a few words, and then Dill left the sword in his hand and left directly.
Standing on the training ground, looking at his figure in the distance, Adil had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Chip, detect physical condition." He said silently to the chip in his mind.
"The subject's physical condition is good, and the Knight's Breathing Technique training has not yet reached its limit." In an instant, a mechanical voice sounded.
"Sure enough." A hint of understanding flashed in Adier's eyes.
The process of practicing the Knight Breathing Technique is itself a kind of stimulation to the body. Continuous practice will also bring strong burden and harm to the body.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, even experienced knights can practice the Knight Breathing Technique a limited number of times in a day. Once too many times are used, not only will it not have good effects, but it will cause harm to the body.
As for the grasp of this number of times, it all depends on the practitioner's own experience and physical sensation.
In this regard, Adil is inherently more advantageous than others.
With a chip, he can monitor his physical condition at any time and make his training the most perfect.
Moreover, the modified Adil breathing method has greatly reduced the burden on practitioners. Compared with other people, Adil can undoubtedly train more effective times per day.
"But in this case, in order to prevent others from suspecting, you can't train too crazy in front of others, otherwise sooner or later, someone will discover that something is wrong."
In an instant, Adil thought of this problem.
No one is a fool. Once an abnormality is discovered, in the long run, although they may not do anything to Adier, they will definitely have doubts, which will increase the trouble out of thin air.
Thinking of this, Adil shook his head and felt helpless: "It seems that we must be more careful when training in the future."
With this thought flashing through his mind, he looked around. Although no one was around, he still stopped thinking about continuing to practice breathing techniques.
He walked to the weapon rack in front and changed to a lighter long sword. He stood there and thought about it, and then called out to the chip in his mind: "Chip, transmit the basic swordsmanship movements here."
At the same moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind, and a large number of memories about basic swordsmanship poured into his mind.
Among them are the memories and experiences of Adil's past practice, as well as the information and video clips recorded by others during this period. At this time, they all poured into Adil's mind for his reference.
Under a familiar instinct, Adil took a step forward and stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand.
Forward stabbing, upward thrust, horizontal slash... each action was performed in his hands, looking familiar and streamlined, like a warrior who has been training for many years.
Adil has received strict training since he was a child. He has practiced this basic sword technique many times, and has already formed a certain familiar instinct in his body. At this time, if he practices sword after sword, his body will automatically start to move.
There is no harsh feeling at all.
He practiced like this over and over again, starting from the basic swordsmanship, practicing the swordsmanship in his memory over and over again, trying to become familiar with all the skills that this body had mastered.
Time passed quickly. In order not to attract other people's attention, Adier did not rest for the entire afternoon. Instead, like everyone else, he honed his sword skills and exercised his body through various methods.
At night, when other apprentices left intermittently, Adil, who had left long ago, returned to this spacious training ground.
There are not many people coming and going in this area. Including Adier, there are less than ten knight apprentices who usually train here, and the rest are some servants. Now it is during the war, and many apprentices have been sent out.
It's a mission, and few people come here at night.
And this world is different from the first two worlds Adil experienced.
Without cheap and convenient electricity, indoor lighting in this world at night uses expensive grease, and the illumination is relatively unclear.
On such a large training ground, even if someone held a torch to shine, it would be impossible to see clearly what Adil was doing from a distance, and there was no need to worry about being discovered.
Thinking of this, he quietly walked to a corner in front, picked up his long sword, and began to continue the training process.
I don't know if it is a problem with this body's bloodline, but Adil found that his eyesight was very good, and he could see the scene clearly even in the dark night. Coupled with the existence of the chip, he could still see clearly even when training in the dark night.
No problem.
This time, he was no longer training those sword skills, but the knight's breathing technique.
The brilliance of the dancing sword was covered in the darkness. The sword wind and violent breathing caused by the swing sounded in the quiet night, but they were also covered up by the constant chirping of insects all around.
When his body training reached its limit, the sound prompt from the chip machine caused Adil to stop his movements.
He looked up at the sky. Among the countless stars at night, a silvery moon hung high above, spreading a thin brilliance.
Adil turned around and looked around, feeling the insects and silence around him, and couldn't help but walk back.
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A few days later, in the early morning, Adil stood quietly on the spacious training field, and the physical attributes detected by the chip emerged in his mind.
Name: Adil Farkus. Strength: 2.9. Agility: 2.5. Constitution: 2.7.