When the Knight Marshall's sword reached the top, a powerful aura locked onto Abel. Abel's intention to dodge was completely suppressed by this aura. Then the sword drew a perfect arc in the air. At this moment, Abel realized that he only had two choices: resist or retreat.
The figure in Abel's mind simulated by his power of the will blocked the attack with his sword. However, the powerful strength of the Knight Marshall shattered the figure.
Abel woke up from the simulation. At this moment, he seemed to have realized that the martial arts of this world were different from his previous world. Because of the long years of cold war in this world, the use of cold weapons had reached a state of simplification. It was a state of great ingenuity.
Of course, this was inseparable from the biggest enemy of the human race, the orcs. If the human race did not use all of their strength to wield their weapons, they might not even be able to cut through the skin of the orcs. The orcs were more flexible and faster than humans. In order to survive, humans simplified their martial arts to the extreme.
At this moment, Abel realized that although he had reached the level of a level 5 novice Knight, his understanding of swordsmanship was still very lacking. This time, after seeing the Knight Knight training, Abel had a new perspective on the training of Knights.
"Abel, what's the matter?" The Knight Marshall asked when he saw Abel. He had already stopped swinging the sword in his hand.
"Oh." The Knight Marshall's voice woke Abel up from his thoughts. He said, "I'm here to test the sword."
The Knight Marshall's eyes lit up. He stared at the sword in Abel's hand and asked, "Test this sword? What does it do? "
The Knight of Marshall knew about the two magic swords that Abel had made. His favorite was still the ice magic sword in his hand. Although the fire magic sword had a higher attack power, its ability to slow down the enemy's speed was much more practical than increasing the fire attack power of the enemy in a fight.
Now that Abel was here to test the magic sword, it should not be one of the two types of magic swords. It should be a new type of magic sword. This idea made the Knight Marshall very excited. The ice magic sword and Harry's Bow had already increased the power of the Knight Marshall by many times.
At this moment, Abel thought that the rune's function was to repel the enemy, but it did not work on wood. Was it because wood was not the enemy, and its real function would only be revealed in a fight with creatures? So Abel went to the Knight Marshall.
"Uncle Marshall, I'll slash you. Try defending with your sword."
"No problem." The Knight Marshall was very confident in his own strength. It was not a problem to cooperate with Abel to test the power of the sword.
"Be careful." After Abel finished speaking, he lifted the big sword. He just saw the Knight Marshall's slash. The moment the big sword was lifted, the simulation process appeared in front of his eyes. The power of the will was running at high speed. Abel's momentum was also changing. It seemed like the big sword had merged with his body at this moment.
The Knight Marshall's face changed. He felt like he was facing a giant sword. This was sword force. Only a master swordsman who had practiced for many years could have this kind of sword force.
The Knight Marshall remembered that his sword force was a breakthrough 5 years ago. He knew that Abel had not practiced for a long time. Before he took over the training of the Knight Abel, he had already handed over the training of Abel with the Knight of Bennett.
Abel seemed to have entered the state of his first hundred skills. The immature combat qi in his whole body slowly gathered, and his whole body flashed with the brilliance of combat qi. At this moment, Abel seemed to have turned into an indestructible sharp blade. As the accumulated power reached its peak, all of the combat qi in Abel's body rushed towards the big sword at this moment. Although because his level was not high enough, the combat qi could not enter the big sword, but under the acceleration of the combat qi, the big sword quickly chopped down. As the big sword chopped down, it was like cutting a thin piece of parchment, making a tearing sound.
The Knight Marshall secretly muttered. No one could take this sword head-on. As an intermediate Knight, he could take this sword head-on, but he would have to use his combat qi. As an intermediate Knight, as long as he used his combat qi, it would be difficult to stop and not hurt Abel.
The Knight Marshall jumped back and dodged Abel's sword. Abel seemed to have used up all his strength. He could not hold the big sword and it fell to the ground with a clang. Abel also sat on the ground and kept gasping for breath.
A trainee Knight could only use their combat qi once. Although it would not hurt the trainee Knight's foundation, it would still take a few days to recover.
Abel had just inexplicably mastered the sword force. Under the influence of the sword force, all the combat qi in his body was ignited and burst out in an instant.
"What's wrong?" When Abel sat on the ground, he had just woken up from the epiphany. He was still a little confused.
The Knight Marshall felt that he was as stupid as a pig. The 13-year-old boy in front of him learned the sword force in one epiphany. What about him? He had been practicing swordsmanship for decades and only learned it when he was in his thirties.
Also, he had never had an epiphany in his life. The guy in front of him, according to the Knight, had already had two epiphany. How could there be such a big gap between people?
The Knight Marshall's mind was filled with thoughts, but in the end, he was overtaken by happiness. The boy in front of him was his successor, the genius of Family Harry.
"You had another epiphany!" The Knight Marshall said with his teeth clenched.
"No wonder I'm so tired. It's like this every time." Abel's voice had a trace of helplessness, as if the epiphany had made him unlucky.
The Knight Marshall's eyes flashed with cold light from time to time. He clenched his fists and considered whether to go up and beat this kid up. This was a typical example of not knowing how lucky he was.
"Why did you step back? Was it because of the sword just now? "Abel found that the Knight Marshall's position had changed, so he asked in surprise.
"You're crazy. I'm not going to be crazy with you. I stepped back myself." The Knight Marshall didn't notice the surprise in Abel's tone and answered directly.
The disappointed Abel stood up and found that he seemed to have recovered some of his strength. There was no need to think about the combat qi. The meridians in his body had become an empty shell, but as long as he had strength, it would be fine.
"Let's do it again. This time I'll cut directly. You can block it." Abel raised the sword again. This time, because he didn't recover his strength, he looked weak when he raised the sword above his head.
The Knight Marshall made a defensive move. He put the sword in front of his chest and gave Abel a look, indicating that he could start.
The sword came down. This time, the speed of the sword was very slow. The Knight Marshall had a feeling that it wouldn't take much effort to block the sword. As long as he didn't move, he would be able to block it.
The two swords collided. Abel's sword hit the Knight Marshall's sword. There wasn't much noise because there wasn't much strength in the first place.
The Knight Marshall blocked Abel's sword with ease. The power of the sword was very weak. The Knight Marshall was about to laugh at Abel when an irresistible force came from Abel's sword. This force didn't have any power to hurt, but it had the pressure of a mountain. One step, two steps, three steps. The Knight Marshall took ten steps back before he stopped.
The relaxed expression on the Knight Marshall's face disappeared. It was replaced by an indescribable shock. He was 100% sure that the force just now was not Abel's. He also knew that Abel's body had no strength. That force made the Knight Marshall feel small. The Knight Marshall hadn't felt this for a long time. The last time he felt this way was when he faced a knight, but this time, the feeling was stronger than the Knight's.
The power that the Knight Marshall couldn't explain was actually the power of the law in the sword. No matter how strong the enemy was, this kind of power must be repelled according to the law. This kind of power was too high-end for Abel and the Knight Marshall.
"What is the function of this sword?" The Knight Marshall stared at the sword in Abel's hand. He had an impulse to grab it.
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