Chapter 214 Sword Training

It must be said that Arthur's physical fitness and the medical technology in the Harry Potter world have really reached a perverted level. Arthur, whose skin was burned all over his body, had already taken off the bandages on the second day.

Although the new skin was still a little tender, Arthur's recovery was generally good, with almost no sequelae. He was even able to practice swordsmanship with Mike.

At this moment, the two of them stood together in the training room, which was still half collapsed, waiting for Vesemir in front of them to formulate today's training course.

Vesemir walked around Mike and Arthur for several laps, and finally came to Mike and said, "Your training today is to draw the sword! I don't care whether you chop or stab, as long as the movements are standard! And you can only use your left hand!"

Mike's eyes turned after hearing this, and he asked with a glimmer of luck, "How many swings?"

"One hundred at a time! If you can't do it, do another thousand squats! If you can't do the squats, run around this training room fifty laps!"

Mike's eyes widened and he reached out to grab Vesemir who was about to leave and said, "You must be kidding? Do you want to kill me with this amount of training? And, I'm here to practice swordsmanship, why should I practice this kind of thing!"

"Humph! It's up to you, you can practice it or not! Swordsmanship is not like magic, you can take shortcuts based on talent, The first requirement of swordsmanship is physical fitness. You are so weak and you still want to play with European long swords? "Vesemir shook off Mike's hand and said, "Do you have any misunderstandings about swordsmanship? Or have you read too many knight novels? Swordsmanship is actually just about slashing, stabbing and steps. Do you want me to teach you some unique skills like one sword and a dragon?

Okay, it's decided. I'll go lie down for a while. Arthur, you can guide Mike's slashing posture. If the posture is wrong, just hit hard. Don't be polite!"

After saying that, Vesemir hummed a little tune and left the training room, leaving only Mike and Arthur looking at each other.

Mike took a deep breath and shook his head resignedly.

Mike generally agreed with the training plan that Vesemir had just made. After all, he knew the importance of physical fitness to a swordsman, and he had started to exercise his body long before the holiday. He just scolded Vesemir because the training content he made was too exaggerated.

But Mike disagreed with what Vesemir said about the essence of swordsmanship later. Just

kidding.

This is a fantasy world! You told me that the swordsmanship here is the same as that in the Muggle world?

Mike would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

Mike would rather believe that the old guy Vesemir had kept a trick for him, or that the old guy Vesemir himself was not good at swordsmanship, so he could not develop such a gorgeous big move.

At this time, seeing his teacher leaving the training room, Arthur slowly moved to Mike's side and asked quietly: "Mike, you really don't want to tell your teacher about the work?"

"What to tell? If you tell him now, he will definitely not agree. Besides, my factory has not been built yet. I will sign a contract with you as soon as the factory is built. I will explain to your teacher at that time. Don't worry."

It can be seen that Arthur is still quite afraid of Vesemir. After hearing Mike say that Mike will go to his teacher to deal with it, he relaxed completely.

"I understand. Let's start training then! I have nothing to repay you with. I can only thank you by teaching you strictly!" Arthur said as he drew out his silver sword and raised it above his head, making a chopping and charging posture, "I'll show you first."

After that, Arthur adjusted his posture and prepared to swing the sword, while Mike saw Arthur's left foot in front and right foot behind, and then his bulging muscles twitched, and then he chopped down with a sword, directly smashing a solid anti-magic stone slab into pieces.

"This is the simplest heavy slash. Originally, it should be held with both hands, but to take care of you, I changed it to holding the sword with only the left hand." Arthur pulled the silver sword out of the rubble, remade a structure similar to the middle section of Japanese kendo, pointed the tip of the sword directly above himself and said, "Next is the most basic stabbing. The sword is different from the knife. The strongest attack method of the knife is slashing. Although the damage of the long sword we use is also very high due to the weight of the slashing, the strongest attack method is still stabbing.

In addition, I thought about it last night. You wizards usually have armor protection spells and it is difficult to get close. So stabbing is the best shield-breaking attack method for you."

Arthur's words stunned Mike, and Arthur didn't say anything more when he saw Mike's look, and he started to demonstrate.

Arthur first held the sword with his left hand and looked forward, and then stabbed a sword diagonally upward like lightning.

Then Arthur returned to his original position and made the same structure again.

After confirming that Mike was looking at him seriously, he sank his center of gravity, stomped his feet on the ground and leaped forward. At the same time, his left hand holding the sword first retracted, and then stabbed out fiercely!

Mike was stunned. Arthur's last sword had already made a sound of breaking wind, and you can imagine how powerful this sword is.

But in comparison, Mike is more optimistic about the first stab.

The first sword is much less powerful than the last stab, but it wins in terms of speed. Mike didn't even have time to see Arthur's movements clearly before Arthur had already stabbed out the sword.

And the direction of the stab of the sword is the throat of the person. The person stabbed will most likely lose the ability to fight directly, and will die in a short time if he does not receive treatment in time.

The biggest problem with this move is that the power is too small. It is very likely that he finally got close to the person, but the sword could not break the person's shield.

But this shortcoming does not exist at all for Mike, because he has the Sword of Victory and Oath, which is known as the strongest silver sword.

Before, when Mike used the holy sword to fight, he would just go up and chop without thinking, and he could break the shield 100%, not to mention the more powerful stabbing. Mike

could already imagine that after learning this move, he would be able to use the illusion and wind speed spell to get close to the enemy, and then stab him with the sword!

Even after learning the shadow shift in the future, he could teleport directly behind the enemy and stab him in the back!

Thinking of this, Mike looked at Arthur excitedly and said solemnly: "I will learn the second sword you just used!"

"Ah? But there are two more moves that I haven't shown you yet." Arthur said with some surprise, "Besides, that move is usually used to break the deadlock when two melee wizards confront each other. It's useless for you, a long-range wizard, to learn it, right?"

"No, just learn this!"

Seeing that Mike insisted on his own opinion, Arthur gave up trying to persuade Mike, and made a new structure and said to Mike: "Then follow me to make the starting structure first."

"No problem."

Mike said, and took out a long-prepared training iron sword from the bag of traceless stretch spells, and imitated Arthur to hold the sword in his left hand and posed.

But as soon as Mike was in the right position, Arthur said, "You are wrong. The center of gravity of your body should be backward, and don't raise your hands too high, which will affect the power..."

Mike's posture seemed to be exactly the same as Arthur's, but Arthur talked about a lot of problems. In the end, Mike felt that his hand was about to break when he held the sword weighing more than six kilograms in one hand. Arthur gave up and let Mike try to stab a sword.

However, when Mike excitedly stabbed out his first sword, he felt extremely twisted, as if his joints were dislocated. This caused his sword to stab out very slowly, even worse than the sword he usually stabbed out.

And because his arms were sore and weak from holding the sword for a long time, Mike's sword even stabbed crooked.

"No, no, there is still a big problem with your force-generating posture." Arthur shook his head and said, "But don't worry, it's like this at the beginning, I will guide you slowly."

After that, Arthur came over and taught Mike various force-generating postures and movements. Arthur's knowledge reserve in this area was unexpectedly high, and he could even explain these movements to Mike from the principles of various musculoskeletal movements of the human body.

This teaching method benefited Mike a lot. Under his guidance, Mike only learned for one morning and stabbed out his own standard light stab.

After stabbing out this sword, Mike was not too excited. After all, he had accumulated power for half a day for this sword, and there was no way to use it in actual combat.

Mike estimated that if he wanted to integrate this sword into actual combat, he had to practice the whole set of light stab force-generating movements until muscle memory was formed, so that he could stab out this light stab that integrates the whole body's strength into one sword through effective and scientific force-generating movements without using the starting hand structure.

However, just as Mike was about to continue practicing, the door of the training room was pushed open.

"It's time to eat, you all stop practicing." Professor Flitwick pushed open the door and said, "Mike, how did you train like this! Stop and rest for a while!"

After saying that, Professor Flitwick ran to the sweaty Mike and looked at him nervously.

At this time, Mike also recovered from the state of being obsessed with training. It would have been fine if he hadn't recovered. As soon as he recovered, Mike felt that his left hand no longer belonged to him.

The severe pain stimulated Mike's brain, making him frown.

His long blond hair was now completely wet with sweat, and his originally chic bangs were stuck to his forehead, which was very uncomfortable.

From time to time, a few beads of sweat would slide down from the ends of his hair, along Mike's forehead to his eyes, making Mike close his eyes.

"Huh! How many stabs did I make?"

"Only eight effective stabs." Arthur said lightly, "But your arm has reached its limit. It seems that you can't complete the training. Prepare to accept the punishment."

Professor Flitwick on the side was immediately unhappy when he heard that there was still a punishment. He pulled Mike towards the door of the training room with heartache, and said as he pulled him: "Eat first, eat first, it's the same to rest for a while after eating and then practice again!"

Arthur smiled helplessly at Mike who was forcibly pulled out of the training room by Flitwick, and then he followed him.

He didn't mean to stop him. Mike really needed a rest after practicing to this point.

Perhaps because he wanted to help Mike replenish his nutrition, the lunch was quite rich, and dragon meat was rarely seen on the table.

Although this piece of dragon meat was not as delicious as the one he had eaten at Abbot's house before, it still tasted good. Poor Mike lowered his left hand, which was completely powerless, and used a fork to directly pick up a whole piece of dragon meat and started to eat it.

Although the eating appearance was quite ugly, Mike didn't care at all.

Because Arthur's eating is even uglier than his.

Mike at least used a fork, but Arthur was different. He went crazy the moment he saw the dragon meat. He didn't use any cutlery and just held the dragon meat and started to eat it. He ate much faster than Mike.

Perhaps because of the law of conservation of energy, Arthur has a very strong physique and an amazing appetite. Arthur has already started to clear other dishes before Mike finished eating the dragon meat.

Seeing Arthur's wolfing down, Mike's brainstorming began again.

It stands to reason that the more you eat, the more you poop. So according to Arthur's appetite, how much poop should he poop every day...

Thinking about Arthur's excrement, Mike felt that the dragon meat in front of him was not fragrant, so he quickly threw this terrible idea out of his mind and began to concentrate on the food in front of him.

Mike had a very happy lunch. During the break after lunch, Professor Flitwick brought out many potions that Mike had never heard of. He said that they were prescriptions brought by Vesemir, which could treat muscle strains and improve physical fitness. Some of them were for drinking directly, and some were for rubbing on the arms.

Mike didn't care. He drank the whole bottle of potion that he should drink, and asked Lolo to rub the potion on him.

The potion that needed to be drunk was better, but the potion that needed to be rubbed was going to kill Mike. The feeling of Lolo's little hand dipping in the potion and rubbing it back and forth on his left arm made Mike twitch directly. In the end, he had no choice but to find a piece of wood to bite in his mouth to prevent himself from biting his tongue.

Lolo, who was helping Mike rub the potion, was also heartbroken, but the potion that needed to be rubbed had to be rubbed, so he cried while helping Mike rub the potion hard, and from time to time he glared at Arthur who was watching from the side.

Arthur was somewhat puzzled by his stare. He would never have thought that the reason why Lolo stared at him was because he ate most of the big meal that Lolo prepared for Mike at noon today, and also "tortured" Mike like this.

"Tsk tsk, it's so good to be rich!"

Perhaps in order to divert the attention of Mike who was trying to endure the pain, Arthur took the initiative to speak.

"Huh!?"

"The potions you use are not simple. The amount you used today is almost catching up with the amount I used in a month." Arthur looked at the bottles and jars next to Mike with envy and said, "If I could be as extravagant as you, I wouldn't have suffered so much."

Mike, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, was completely attracted by this. Because he was biting a wooden stick, he couldn't speak, and could only wait for Arthur to tell the reason.