Chapter 64 Too Bad

Both of them were holding training swords, real iron swords, but without sharp edges.

And no one mentioned protective gear. If they were hit, they would definitely be injured.

In serious cases, even death is not impossible.

The swordsmanship of the Northern Knights is mostly for practical purposes.

Abandoning the fancy sword moves, the basic moves such as slashing, stabbing and blocking are learned from the beginning.

The rest is to tell you when to attack, when to retreat, when to slash, and when to block.

After training day after day, the muscles are trained to form conditioned reflexes, and then go to actual combat.

Those who survived and those who were injured will become your strong foundation.

The rest is stronger strength, faster speed, more agile reaction, and stronger will.

Virut held the sword and performed a proper sword salute.

However, the tip of Derek's sword pierced his wrist fiercely.

Virut felt pain and the sword in his hand almost fell off. He looked at Derek with a very confused look, and didn't even know why the other party attacked?

"Have you ever been hit on the head by those women in the south? Did your grandfather tell you that he performed a knight's salute on the battlefield? Or have you ever heard of a northern knight lowering his head and waiting for the other side to return the salute?"

Derrick changed his usual mild temper and became as irritable as a bull.

"Listen carefully, we are northern knights, we are evil dragons, we don't need others' recognition, the sword in our hands is our confidence.

Only women in the south try to use these rules to restrain the knights' hands and feet. Next time you meet such a fool, just aim at his forehead and split it open to see if it's full of shit."

The knights' attendants were stunned. This is... the new generation of northern knights?

To be honest, the knight education in the north may not have been relaxed in recent years, but after all, there is a lack of war baptism. Some messy things began to become popular among the nobles, including the northern knights.

Virut's expression changed a little, and I don't know if he was dissatisfied.

But Derek would not speculate what he was thinking now. There is no thought that can't be solved by a beating. If it's not enough... then beat him again.

Human beings are born to admire the strong. Strong force is the greatest persuasiveness. The strong are not wrong.

"Now, hold your sword tightly. I'll give you another chance."

Virut held the knight's sword tightly and rushed up with a roar.

Derek slashed from bottom to top.

Clang!

Virut, who had the advantage of slashing, couldn't stop retreating.

"Are you a woman? Strength, why can't I feel your strength?"

The roar was like a dragon roaring again.

Virut was shocked and couldn't believe it. He had a good talent, otherwise he wouldn't be a level 6 knight at this age.

So his comprehensive qualities such as strength and speed were definitely the best among his peers, but he was still far behind Derek.

Then, Derek didn't indulge him. He stepped forward quickly and humiliated him with skills in turn.

"You react like a woman. I have to pay attention to the strength, otherwise I might knock you over.

You can't use the same strength, your swordsmanship is far from good.

Footsteps, are you just a wooden stake?

Feet, are your feet disabled? Kick me."

Every part of Virut's body was hit hard, and Derek didn't hold back at all.

At this time, there was no resentment or confusion.

Because the mind was full of pain, so painful that you couldn't think of anything else.

Finally, Derek kicked him over and threw the training sword to the attendant next to him.

"Too bad, too bad, are the young generation of the North so useless now?"

This made many people unconvinced. Virut struggled to get up, but his face was still unconvinced.

Yes, Derek was famous and had a great record, so it was acceptable for him to teach Virut a lesson.

But this does not mean that the younger generation of Northland knights are useless. In fact, every time they communicate with foreign noble knights, the Northland knights have the advantage.

"What? Unconvinced?"

Derrick turned his head and saw a group of unconvinced faces.

"If you are unconvinced, just say it. You don't even have the courage to resist, and you still say you are not a coward?"

Concerned about being a viscount, concerned about reputation?

This is not good, people like me will not remain silent.

"Viscount, I am unconvinced." Virut spoke.

After all, a group of knight attendants are all young people, and they were also stimulated to respond.

"Okay, a bit of the spirit of the northern knights." Derek smiled evilly. It's no fun to play with soft bones, now it's fun.

"Virut, I know you are called a knight genius. Look at the knights here. Each one is of the most ordinary origin. No one has received a complete knight education. Now... you pick one at random, let me see if the knight genius is worthy of the name."

Virut glanced around and found that the appearance of the knights watching was not bad.

Everyone is burly and looks very tough.

But the level and size of the knights cannot represent everything.

If you can't beat Derek, can you beat these civilian knights?

Virut was a bit arrogant.

He specifically found a knight who looked the strongest, at least this physique guaranteed the minimum.

"Haha, you are quite courageous, the wild bear is the strongest."

The knights approached excitedly. Although many of them got the title of honorary knight, they could only be called civilian knights, and the next generation still needed to struggle.

So, it is a happy thing to see these noble knights being abused.

Forget about the comradeship, we have not had that in just a few days of getting along.

The chosen Barbarian Bear was actually a little angry besides being happy. You chose me among so many people. Do you think I am easy to bully?

"Boy, there are no geniuses in the Augusta family, they are all fools. Let me teach you this truth today."

This time, Virut did not play the trick again, and directly attacked with the sword.

Although he was covered with wounds, his foundation was really good, his movements were not deformed, and his strength and speed were not bad at all.

Few of the knights and attendants who came with him could block this sword.

However, the Barbarian Bear Knight was more direct, and directly knocked the knight's sword away with his strength, and then turned to Virut's waist.

The latter was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up, and the training sword was already on his neck.

"Haha, you are indeed a noble young master."

The Barbarian Bear proudly put away the training sword and began to show off to his companions.

The knights and attendants of the nobles were shocked. It was not surprising that Virut lost, after all, he was a knight under Viscount Derek, but it was too shocking that he lost so easily.

"Go on! Choose another one."

Derek's voice with a bad taste continued to sound.

Next, Virut challenged almost all the knights present. In the end, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even hold the sword steadily, but that fierceness was also memorable. After all, not everyone can persist in challenging after failing again and again.

Of course, what impressed the new knight attendants even more was the knights under Viscount Derek.

Almost all of them were good knights, and there were many titled knights. Any one of them could beat these young people.

For a while, everyone was in a trance and thought they were dreaming.

When did the knight world become so complicated?

Could it be... that I am too weak?