Chapter 31 Stage 2
When Crown arrived at the church in high spirits, he was told that the priest was not there.
"Mr. Moya, the priest said he needs to go to the quarry to take care of some things and he doesn't know when he will be back. He asked you to practice according to your training subjects yesterday."
Evelynna's voice was soft and clear, and Clown felt a little distracted.
"Thank you, Avina. I understand."
He thanked the nun politely, but he couldn't help but despise himself in his heart: "I became like this just by listening to the voice of a beautiful woman. I am such a loser!"
The nun smiled, revealing the dimples on her cheeks: "I am going to the church to guide the worshippers. Goodbye."
Watching the nun's graceful and round back gradually walking away, Clown shook his head violently and took a deep breath.
He patted a part of his body and laughed, "What a hot-blooded young man!"
After a brief warm-up, he put on his sandal and started running.
This time when he was running, when he felt that he had consumed half of his strength, he simultaneously began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.
He didn't care how many laps he ran. When he felt the hunger in his body was about to devour his sanity, he turned around and rushed to the restaurant.
At this time, his spiritual sense told him that it was already past 12 o'clock.
This time, he felt that he performed better than yesterday. His physical strength was distributed more reasonably and he maintained almost a uniform speed throughout the whole process.
If he wasn't hungry, he felt that he could run another seven or eight laps without any problem.
. . . .
At sunset, the sky is full of mist and clouds.
Crown swung his sword steadily and powerfully, his steps were measured and controlled.
His eyes were like an eagle, sharp as lightning. In the training ground, the only sounds were the sound of the sword breaking through the air and his breathing.
"Pa pa pa"
There was applause from behind.
"Although I have repeatedly overestimated you, your speed of progress always amazes me."
Nick strode onto the training grounds, his voice unable to conceal his joy.
Crown stood still and ended his practice.
He turned to face the owner of the church, only to find that the priest had a trace of worry on his face: "Father, you seem to be in some trouble."
“There have been paranormal events at the quarry, but I suspect there are human factors behind it.”
"Man-made? Father, are you referring to the involvement of evil spirits controlled and imprisoned by spirit masters?"
"Not bad, you actually know about the Spirit Master. I thought you knew very little about the mysterious side."
Klauen smiled and said, "I have some connections with the demon hunters who came to town."
Nick nodded slightly and sighed, "It's not a spirit controller, but some special mysterious profession that can control monsters. I suspect there are animal trainers involved. I will write a letter to the church tonight to ask for help. This incident is a bit tricky, maybe it's a sacrifice to the evil god."
Just as Clown was about to ask the animal trainer and the evil god priest about the problem in detail, the priest walked past him and said, "Come on, young man. Things are happening faster than we expected."
Shaking his head, he gave up asking them what they expected. Being weak, knowing too much would only cause trouble.
The next day, when Crane came to practice, the priest had left early, just like the day before.
He carried out his training at his own pace and step by step.
When he left in the evening, the priest had not returned.
. . . .
The hour of Mao was almost over and the sun finally rose.
Clown seized the tail of time, formed the Great Sun Seal with his hands, and performed several cycles of visualization.
When he felt hot in his body, he stopped meditating.
[Golden Light Mantra: 2012/50000; Level 1]
[Basic Swordsmanship: 896/1000; Level 1]
There was a golden light in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
His basic swordsmanship proficiency increased faster than he expected, and today, he was able to reach the second level of swordsmanship.
After several days of physical and swordsmanship training, the muscles in his arms became more distinct.
Smiling narcissistically at himself in the mirror, Crown walked out the door happily.
"Father, I thought I wouldn't be able to see you today." When he rushed to the church, he was surprised to find Nick already standing in the middle of the training ground waiting for his arrival, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
"After investigation, it was found that it was done by a roving group of cultists. Their lair is now empty. I think they have moved away."
After all, it is a good thing to stay away from trouble. Clown flattered him: "The priest must have intimidated those cultists!"
Nick bared his teeth. He had never met the cultists face to face, so how could he intimidate them?
"Let's not talk about that. Now you just need to train as hard as you can and strive to reach the standard for advancement to the extraordinary level as soon as possible. I want to test whether you have been lazy in the past two days. Put on your sand shirt and start running."
"Well Father, you are in for a surprise," Crown said calmly.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
He first moved his joints, then put on the sand shirt and walked and jumped. After he was fully adapted to the extra weight, he officially started running.
One lap. Two laps One hundred laps. After only four or five days of training, his physical strength had reached the minimum standard for advancement to the Crusader Army.
Nick's heart was filled with surprise and pride.
He was surprised that the other party's progress was much faster than that of ordinary people, and he was proud that this future Crusader was trained by him.
In the Church of the Lord of Fire, he is the other party's guide.
Crown was still running, while Nick was silently cheering him on in his heart: "Come on! Let me see how far you can push yourself!"
The sun was shining brightly today, and Crown tried to meditate while running.
As expected, visualization could not restore his physical strength and energy. His body temperature even rose abnormally quickly, which scared him so much that he immediately stopped the visualization.
Without any means to replenish his energy, he soon couldn't hold on any longer.
When he ran to the priest again, he could no longer hold on, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
Nick squatted beside him and said gently, "Wearing a 15-kilogram sand shirt and leggings, you ran 108 laps in one hour. Your physical strength has reached the minimum standard for promotion to the extraordinary level. From now on, the requirement for physical training in the morning is that you can be faster. Rest for a quarter of an hour, and then we will continue with strength training."
After hearing the priest's words, Clown struggled to get up and walked into the shadows, leaning against the wall to visualize the Golden Light Spell.
"It's break time," Nick's voice interrupted his meditation, and he immediately came to the training ground and stood still.
The priest picked up the dumbbells placed next to the weapons rack: "Train like me."
He first held the dumbbells, with his arms naturally raised up to shoulder level. The priest demonstrated the muscle-building method similar to that in his previous life, and then threw it to Crown.
The rest of the morning was spent doing strength training.
In the afternoon, the two practiced sword fighting, with Crown attacking and the priest defending.
The attacker tried his best but still failed to break through the opponent's defense.
Crown took a step forward, raised his weapon horizontally, and stabbed Nick.
The priest took a step back and lightly blocked the incoming attack with his sword. With a flick of his wrist, he was about to knock the opponent's sword away. He did this several times, but he missed.
As the opponent blocked his sword, Crown suddenly had an idea and swiped his weapon down along the spine of the opponent's sword, cutting the enemy's hand.
By the time the priest realized something was wrong and wanted to change his tactics, the tip of Crown's sword had already reached his hand.
Subconsciously, his hand let go of the handle and the weapon fell to the ground with a clang.
My weapon was knocked down? Nick looked a little dazed.
Their sparring had only begun for less than two hours, but the young man's progress was almost visible to the naked eye.
Clown was also delighted because he felt the joy of upgrading his skills.
[Basic Swordsmanship: 4/2000; Level 2] (You are no longer just a standard swordsman. Hard training allows you to use a variety of basic moves.) (End of this chapter)