There was a banging sound at the moment of impact, which sounded like the force of a forging hammer falling.
Powell was knocked two or three meters away and quickly bounced up. He found that the wooden sword in his hand was shattered due to the impact, and even his tiger's mouth was bleeding. But the boy opposite was fine. At most, he was wooden.
The shield was broken and replaced with another one.
The old knight said happily: "Your Excellency Hugo, unlike your attendants, you can use some advanced training. I think this opponent is just right for you, allowing you to get closer to actual combat and accelerate your improvement."
Accelerate your improvement? You really use me as your sparring partner.
The attendant presented Powell with another wooden sword. He shook his head, completely angered by the impact just now, and directly drew out his sword and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng furiously, slashing diagonally with the blade and breaking through the air.
There is a layer of white light on the blade, which is a characteristic of powerful adventurers who can unleash their power.
The old knight exclaimed "Stop", and Zhou Qingfeng also felt the murderous intention approaching, and chills stood up. The increase in perception brought about advance reaction. The moment Powell drew the knife, he quickly assessed the opponent's attack intention.
The eyes, brain, hands and feet coordinate quickly and respond in a consistent manner.
If it had been in the past, Zhou Qingfeng would have had to wait for the blade to cut across his neck before he could react. But even if he did react, he would often make mistakes due to too much panic. But at this moment, his body coordination was extremely fast.
When the opponent drew his sword, the young man's hair stood on end and he immediately sensed it; when the opponent slashed, he instantly had several countermeasures in his mind; when the opponent pressed hard, he was still a little panicked.
Experience is still insufficient.
But actual combat can make up for it.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped back in an instant, dodging the opponent's blade. Following Powell's angry slash, he retreated again and again, keeping a distance to deal with the subsequent attacks.
The old knight kept shouting orders and had already drawn out his knight's sword. But after taking three steps back, the young man shouted: "Don't move, I will do it myself."
Three consecutive strikes, the blade will separate from the body of the sword and turn into a shining sword light. This looks like the warrior's 'Qi-raising Slash', or it may be the Paladin's 'Evil-Breaking Slash'. All in all, they are powerful attacks.
means.
However, the three swords failed to hit the target, so Powell had to stop for a moment and re-evaluate his opponent's strength. His attacks just now were all determined to win, but the boy opposite seemed to have the ability to predict and always dodge immediately after he made a move.
"This is an inhuman existence. It is impossible for normal humans to have such beast-like intuition." Three powerful attacks cost Powell a certain amount of physical strength. At this moment, he began to believe that he was facing an extremely terrifying opponent.
"No wonder Fabbro said there is an evil spirit in this village. How could he be so agile if he wasn't an evil spirit?" Powell was so focused that his enthusiasm for the mission made him forget everything. There was only one thought in his mind, "I must kill this evil spirit."
One sword strikes instantly, faster and faster than the previous three swords.
Zhou Qingfeng dodged three times in a row, but this time he faced the enemy and blocked it with the wooden sword in his hand.
At this moment, Powell released all the power accumulated in his chest and lungs. He saw it clearly with his eyes and firmly believed that his powerful and heavy blow would be able to cut off a mere wooden sword, and then kill this evil young man under the sword——
"Die!"
The loud shouts shook the eardrums and frightened the weak. Many young novice attendants present were frightened and stepped back. Even the old knight Nasser who was watching the battle was greatly surprised. He randomly selected an adventurer to train with Zhou Qingfeng, and he actually picked one.
Master.
But when this blow was issued, outsiders could not interfere, and even Cyric's reminder was meaningless. Zhou Qingfeng could only deal with it by himself. Instead of retreating, he advanced and blocked with one sword - the psychic blade.
Powell's sword lit up with light, and Zhou Qingfeng's wooden sword also came with a sharp light blade. A thin and narrow light blade shot out first and hit the sword. The blade of the sword was cut like a piece of paper and divided into two broken pieces.
part.
The front blade broke away, flew more than ten meters away, and hit the wooden stand next to the training ground where the weapons were placed. The wooden stand was immediately hit and fell to the ground. However, a large section of the sword was missing, and it was chopped.
His momentum and intensity plummeted like a cliff.
Zhou Qingfeng used a wooden sword to cut off his opponent's weapon. The tip of the sword was pointed at his throat. As long as he sent it lightly, a big hole would open in the opponent's throat. Powell's body was stiff and he kept holding on.
The awkward posture of using a knife to strike but not being able to strike.
He actually lost...
Powell held his breath in his heart, and his gray face turned red. He raised his head, staring at the sword point pressing against his throat, and then looked at the young man who was sneering at him. He didn't dare to move after being defeated by him.
The old knight hurriedly caught up from behind. He first glared at Powell fiercely, and then looked at the triumphant Zhou Qingfeng. He snatched the sword from Powell's hand and touched the smooth fracture. He was frightened and guessed what was going on?
"Congratulations, Sir Hugo. I am happy with your progress." The old knight threw away the broken knife, then turned back and shouted to Powell: "What did you want to do just now? Kill our chairman?"
Powell was kicked down by the old knight, but he was relieved and breathed again. He was stunned by the broken knife thrown on the ground - although this knife was not a magic weapon, it was also a rare good knife, but it was killed by this young evil spirit.
A wooden sword was broken.
No..., it's not a wooden sword.
The light blade just now seems to be spiritual energy, with super strong penetrating and cutting properties. This is definitely not an ability that ordinary people can possess.
"As expected, he is the extremely evil King of the Black Forest. I really underestimated this level of evil. The other party's real strength may be far greater than mine, but he is just pretending to be a young man to play tricks on me."
The old knight's angry shout made Powell think that his purpose had been discovered. His mind was spinning at a high speed, and he was hesitating whether to turn around and run away to gather more friends, or to fight to the death and exchange his life for his life.
But Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, grabbed the old knight, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I have confidence in my heart. Since it is a training that is more practical, it is natural to find a guy who is ruthless enough. Sir Nasser, when you train us,
It’s just not ruthless enough.”
The old knight looked ugly and stared at Zhou Qingfeng for a few times, as if he had received some kind of message. He also knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he had to face life and death, so he became angry and pointed out the mistakes and omissions in Zhou Qingfeng's response just now.
"Sir Hugo, your physical fitness is already amazing, but your skills need to be strengthened."
To put it simply, Zhou Qingfeng has good physical fitness, but he has practiced too little.
Powell's expression changed, and he had not yet decided how to respond. He originally thought that he had just shown his murderous intention, so he had to give it a try. But the old knight turned around and asked Zhou Qingfeng to teach the details of the fight, paying no attention to him.
Didn't this evil spirit notice that I was unusual?
Powell thought about retreating again - he had seen the evil King of the Black Forest and understood its strength. The next step was to summon his companions to fight him in a group.
There is no need to pay any attention to morality for the leader of such a criminal force. It would be better to find more people to join him. I think it may be time to wait for someone useful and make a strategic change.
The old knight Nasser just taught a few words, turned around and asked the attendant to hand Powell a set of swords and shields, and ordered him to teach Uncle Zhou.
Still fighting?
Powell's mind was spinning again and he didn't know how to deal with it. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Sir Hugo, I'm here to apply for the patrol team."
"I think you're good. Let's be a training assistant from now on." Zhou Qingfeng didn't give the other party a chance to refuse. "Both my bodyguards and I need training, and Sir Nasser can't accompany us every day. So you
The existence is still very necessary.
Those few simple and fierce attacks you just made were very good. I could feel the strong sense of crisis that my life was hanging by a thread. This is exactly the quality that an assistant coach should have."
"This evil demon is praising me for being powerful, or is it not powerful enough?"
If it were to be a brutal fight, Powell felt that he would probably die. But now there seemed to be a way to survive, and he couldn't refuse - Uncle Zhou would really use him as an assistant and train him in fighting skills seriously.
Whether it's hand-to-hand combat or sword fighting, if you want to fight effectively, you need to pay attention to using force, hand-eye coordination and other skills. It's just like ordinary people can only do bastard boxing randomly, but professional boxers can combine strength and skills to fight ten with one blow.
.
Powell restrained his murderous intent in the following training and observed more. But this sparring job lasted all day. In addition to accompanying Zhou Qingfeng, he was also responsible for teaching the rookie guards. At night, he had a
rest.
"I'm so exhausted. That evil boy has such good physical strength. He can practice non-stop." When Powell dragged his tired body and moved into the room assigned to him, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to escape.
No.
If he knew that Zhou Qingfeng had the physical strength of a werewolf through the law of constantness, Powell would probably jump and scold him immediately. When he entered the bedroom, he found that it was a double room, and Robin who came with him was sitting in a daze.
In front of the oil lamp.
When secret agent Robin met Powell, both parties felt as if they were seeing relatives. The former asked pitifully: "Did your day go well?"
Powell fell on the wooden bed, his hands and feet weak, and he shook his head tiredly, "I successfully sneaked into the core of this village and saw the devil himself. But the situation was terrible. What about you?"
Robin even cursed loudly: "I was cheated."
"Being cheated? By whom?"
"It's not like I was deceived."
“How can you be deceived if you don’t get deceived?”