Chapter 41 A Beginning

Red Beard stepped back half a step and raised his sword to block, but the huge force transmitted from the sword caused his arm to sink suddenly.

The unexpected force caused his body's center of gravity to move forward. Clown seized the opportunity, moved his body a small step to the left, retracted the sword and stabbed it out again.

It was too late for Red Beard to retreat, as the sharp tip of the sword was already against his neck. The icy chill made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Haha, Savvas, you should change your arrogance!"

Outside the venue, another thinner fighter scoffed, "Why don't I have a try with him?"

Hamfa's face was dull, and he said angrily: "Even a lion needs to use all its strength to fight a rabbit. You have learned to underestimate the enemy!"

Crown stepped back, and as the tip of the sword left, Redbeard's face turned red and white.

"Come again," Savas took the initiative to attack, and his offensive was like a surging river, endless.

The Crusader warriors possessed physical fitness that exceeded the limits of ordinary people. After a fierce attack, Clown could only cope with it, and soon he had a lot of wounds on his body.

The pain stimulated Crown's nerves, and his mind became more focused.

Ten minutes later, Hamfa said to the priest next to him: "Your servant's swordsmanship is so excellent. I feel that he is constantly improving in battle."

I won't tell you that his swordsmanship surpassed mine after just a few days of training. Nick nodded: "This is what I admire most about him. The greater the external pressure he is under, the more resilient he becomes. Just wait and see, his performance will surely surprise you."

Another twenty minutes passed, Savvas's movements slowed down, and Crown had more and more opportunities to counterattack.

Offense consumes more energy than defense, especially if the attack fails for a long time.

His advantage is that he has explosive power, but his endurance is relatively insufficient.

The opponent was not holding back and was not fighting him head-on. His speed was not fast enough to crush him, so he could not catch up. When the battle entered a war of attrition, he actually felt a little powerless.

Nick saw this and said to his old friend, "It seems that the pressure from Savas is not strong enough."

Hamfa sneered, "I didn't expect this guy's endurance to be inferior to that of a servant who hasn't even been promoted to the extraordinary level. Marshall, you go ahead."

The skinny warrior responded and shouted, "Savas, I'll take over from you!"

When the voice fell, he had already jumped into the battle circle with sword raised.

"No need," Red Beard's face became even redder. In the end, he did not make another move. He walked dejectedly to the two priests.

"Watch carefully," Hamfa glared at him fiercely, "Your swordsmanship is not better than the opponent's. There is a reason why you can't defeat him by force."

Crown felt that his pressure suddenly increased a lot. After consuming a lot of physical energy, fighting with a vigorous warrior was a huge test for him.

The opponent has plenty of physical strength and poses a great threat to him.

Marshall brandished his sword and kept shouting, "Boy, hurry up! Are you waiting to die by being so slow?"

The skinny warrior was faster than Red Beard and suppressed his opponent from all sides.

Klauen's breathing became heavier and heavier, his throat seemed like a boiling pot, and blood soaked his white clothes in places that were not covered by the half-armor.

Slowly, he forgot why he was fighting, and all he could see was the figure of the thin warrior and the sword in his hand.

Outside the field, Nick looked solemn, and said to himself: "That's not right. With this intensity of battle, the seed of life should have sprouted long ago. Why hasn't he succeeded yet?"

He said that the only way to break through is through a life-and-death battle, but that is old news.

After continuous improvements, the church developed new potions to induce the germination of seeds of life, and the success rate has been greatly improved.

The priest turned his head suddenly and said, "Hamfa, did you bring the wrong medicine? Why hasn't it worked yet?"

The fair-skinned priest curled his lips and said, "Old friend, you are too concerned. Why hasn't the Seed of Life sprouted yet? It can only mean one thing: you haven't reached the limit of the servant yet! You are so lucky to have met such a talented servant. His endurance is amazing, and his strength and speed are not weak either. If he succeeds in advancing, dealing with ordinary monsters will be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables."

Marshall was also a little anxious that his opponent had actually resisted his attacks for so long.

If he continued to consume more energy, his face would lose its luster.

Thinking of this, his attack became more fierce.

Clown felt that every movement he made was very strenuous, and his legs trembled every time the two swords collided.

The burning sensation throughout his body became more intense and his strength was exhausted.

Marshall observed his opponent's reaction and knew that his opponent had reached his limit. He exerted force with his feet and stepped forward, his speed was much faster than before.

Clown subconsciously stepped back and raised his sword to block, but he didn't expect it to be just a feint.

The skinny warrior changed his moves and swept the tip of his sword towards his neck.

"If you can't dodge, half of your neck will be gone."

Looking at the sword tip that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, Clown was anxious and raised his sword to slash upward.

"Hurry, hurry," a warning came to my mind, but my body couldn't keep up with the thoughts.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The tip of the sword was getting closer.

When the coldness approached his neck, suddenly a warm current surged out from his abdomen, instantly reaching his limbs and bones, and his whole body was filled with strength again.

Air burst out from the pores all over his body, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly increased, blocking the tip of the sword that was sweeping over.

The tip of the sword scratched his neck, leaving a half-finger-deep wound.

Just as Crown was about to fight back, Nick's delighted voice came over: "Okay, that's enough."

He saw a flash before his eyes and the priest was already beside him.

Nick patted his shoulder, smiling, and nodded: "Good, good job. You have been promoted to the extraordinary level."

"That's it?"

Clown was stunned: "I don't feel any different?"

Nick smiled mysteriously, "You'll feel the difference soon."

As soon as the priest finished speaking, Crown felt his blood boiling, a feeling that was much hotter than when he drank the potion.

He saw the reflection of the sword on his face, veins were exposed and his face was red. His body became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a strong feeling of hunger came over him, making him want to eat a sheep alive.

He is familiar with this situation.

This feeling of hunger will occur after visualizing the Golden Light Mantra, but this time it is much stronger.

"Hungry," Clown's voice was hoarse and low, like a ferocious beast choosing its prey.

"Hurry to the restaurant. It's ready for you."

Before the priest could finish his words, Clown had already rushed out like an arrow.

He arrived at the restaurant and saw roast suckling pig, large chunks of cheese, large portions of white bread, and a plate of kebabs on the table.

Grabbing the roast suckling pig, he bit its nose hard.

Nick came over with a beaming look on his face. "Eat slowly. After you finish, you can learn the breathing method of the Crusader warriors. Extraordinary is just the beginning."

(End of this chapter)