"Watch the sword, Wyatt!"
On the green and yellow grass, several young men were practicing with wooden swords, fighting fiercely. There were also several older knights watching nearby, occasionally giving guidance on any shortcomings and mistakes they made.
"Keep your steps nimble and don't stop." The knight with a dark brown beard loudly reminded the two fighting men.
A cross grid was shallowly drawn on the messy grass with branches. The pace of the two opponents changed rapidly within their respective cross grids. Because they were using wooden swords, they swung them very quickly, and the victory was often decided in two seconds. Then they took a step back and started again.
The wooden sword is not held tightly in the palm of the hand, but with a slight surplus. As the wrist swings, the blade leaves a fan-shaped afterimage in the air, like a dance, giving people a smooth and beautiful feeling.
If there were any experienced knights from the West, they would recognize that this was not pure swordsmanship, but a skill derived from a saber, emphasizing speed and lethality.
Use slashing to break slashing, and swing crosswise so that the force can be reused during the rotation, which is energy-saving and fast.
From time to time, the crisp sound of wooden swords clashing on the grass could be heard, as well as the knight's loud instructions. Time passed by unknowingly and did not stop until noon.
Under the shade of the trees, the young men who had just been practicing swordplay gathered around a bucket, filling it with clean water and pouring some on their bodies and heads to cool down.
"Oh, my hands are sore." One of them leaned against the wooden stake next to him, lying there not wanting to move.
"I've been numb from the pain for a long time, and my skin is covered with blisters." Another person responded weakly.
"Knight Commander Ludes is too strict. Although I practiced swordsmanship before, the intensity of the training was never this terrifying."
"Master Jie Lan En didn't come today, so he even intensified his efforts. It felt like he was training us to death."
"Huh, you just heard about this Knight Commander's name today? His style is well-known among the famous knights and nobles in the West."
Several young people complained to each other, but that was all they did at this moment. If they really wanted to protest, they were afraid that few would respond. They all came from noble families in the West. They were the companions, playmates, and followers of the heir to the Duke of Griffin. They grew up together, received training and studied together.
This is the most enviable existence for the aristocratic circles in the Western Territory. It is foreseeable that after Jelann inherits the title in the future, they will also become the aristocratic representatives who hold power in the Western Territory.
But now, they are just teenagers aged 15-16, and it is still too early for them to mature.
"Have you rested well? Come here!" Just as a few people were still chatting, the knight commander with a rough voice shouted again, asking the little bastard to come over.
"Yes, sir." Several people immediately stood up, answered loudly, and then trotted over.
Ludes stood next to the house next to the training ground, with the door behind him. He walked in when he saw several people coming.
The room is very spacious, with small windows on both sides to let light in so that it is not too dark. The inside is an open space used for training, with wooden stakes, sundries, etc. placed on both sides.
"Okay, sit down first." This time, Ludes did not let them continue standing, but generously let them sit down.
Then he casually pulled out a wooden sword from a shelf nearby. The blade was made of white wood, probably cork, and was crescent-shaped. There was an empty groove on the handle similar to a hand guard.
After holding the wooden sword, the knight commander seemed to feel it was too light. He moved his hand in the air several times before he got used to it.
"Today I will talk about how to use the machete."
"Although you are not required to master this skill to perfection, you should also understand its origins and its merits."
"In the past, the people in the western territory, whether they were hunters in the mountains or soldiers in the army, all used knives. The use of swords has actually only been around in the last few hundred years." He first introduced the history.
"The reason for this change is not complicated. The development of armor greatly reduced the power of swords, and guns and swords that could penetrate armor became popular."
"However, in the remote villages of the Westerlands, you can still see many skilled swordsmen. Even now, the word 'saber' is still used to refer to warriors in the Westerlands. For example, the third Griffin King told the envoys of the neighboring country, 'I have 5,000 sharp sabers under my command.'"
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"Compared to the knight's sword commonly used today, the saber has a huge advantage in speed. If you go to the market without armor and run into a few veterans with swords, you have to be careful. They might chop off your head before you even draw your sword."
"After all this talk, you might not be deeply moved. So let's give it a try. Wyatt, come up."
"Yes, sir." A young man with short silver hair stepped forward.
"Give."
Ludes threw him a specially made knight's sword, and then took out a saber of similar size.
"Come on." The command was simple and powerful.
"yes."
Wyatt held the sword in one hand and did not move forward easily. Instead, he looked at it for a while before rushing forward.
"Bang."
The blade slashed upward from below, easily cutting the sword blade, then turned around and landed directly on Wyatt's neck. The whole process took less than a second, and with a bang, Wyatt was defeated.
"If I were your enemy, you would be dead by now." Ludes retracted the knife and made a simple comment.
"Yes." Wyatt did not refute, but looked at the saber in Ludes' hand with interest.
Just now, Ludes did not use any supernatural powers, but simply relied on muscle memory and skills to easily break Wyatt's attack.
"Come again." Seeing Wyatt's curiosity and dissatisfaction, Ludes growled.
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