The way that man walked in the hotel lobby, the way he jumped from the thatched house in the bell tower...
Leit felt goosebumps all over his body, and it was similar to the experience he had when he caught a glimpse of the mysterious traveler in the thatched cottage behind the clock tower in the south of the city. The moment the mysterious traveler drew his sword, there was a terrible and solemn silence as if everything had returned to silence.
What comes to mind are the associations with the scenes in this biography.
"Left leg is necrotic! Swordmaster Degni... could it be you?"
Leit remained silent, and the priest attendant beside him naturally thought that this was not what the Lord Paladin wanted.
"Actually, I am from the Kingdom of Jinshit. My grandfather often told me this story when I was a child. But think about it, the story of Sword Saint Degonni is almost three hundred years old... When I heard your characteristics just now, I couldn't help but think of this..."
The priest attendant explained with emotion, but the serious paladin in front of him paused and turned to look directly at the priest attendant.
"Three hundred years? Sword Saint Degni was a person from three hundred years ago?"
The priest attendant, who was nervous under the gaze of the paladin, answered subconsciously.
"I don't know that... I just said that when this story began to spread in the Kingdom of Jinshit, it was about three hundred years ago, but the story did not explain the historical background of the fictional swordsman Degoni."
"Fiction? Divine Servant, do you think so?"
In just a few minutes, as some scenes, atmospheres and auras merged in his mind, Leyte had become increasingly certain that the mysterious strong man he met was most likely the Sword Saint.
Whether it was the tip of the iceberg of strength, the realm of improvement he discussed, or the exaggerated appetite, each one was so horrifying.
However, the priest attendant was stunned when he heard Leit's words.
"Of course it's fiction. There are actually other versions and chapters of this story. This volume is just a part of it and the ending. In other stories, there are some blasphemous remarks against the Supreme God and the church. These must have been fabricated by those heretics who disrespect God... well..."
The priest's attendant's words faded away because he found that the paladin had clenched the silk cloth book in his hand.
“Crack…Crack…”
The wooden sticks of the book broke one by one under the power of the paladin's palm.
"Is that so... No wonder there is only one copy in the church..."
The Paladin's soliloquy carried a sense of loss or disappointment.
His faith in God did not waver in the slightest, but a feeling of sadness towards the Church of Light inevitably arose, or it could be said that it existed before and was only deepened now.
"I'm sorry, I lost my composure!"
Looking at the priests and priest attendants around him who had fallen into a certain degree of panic, Leit shook his head and prayed to them.
"Everyone, go back and rest. There is no need to look for it anymore. May God's light shine upon you!"
“May the light of God shine upon you!”…
The priests and their attendants breathed a sigh of relief and fled from the large library, leaving the paladin alone, sighing slightly.
“Rustle…rustle…rustle…”
Outside the range of the oil lamp's light, it was already dark outside. There were clouds and wind tonight, and the branches of the large trees in the church's inner courtyard swayed in the breeze, creating faint and rustling sounds outside the library.
"I wonder how those three guys are doing with their studies. Maybe they will become a new legend..."
This feeling was so strong at this moment that even the Paladin who wanted to stick to his heart felt a little envious, but also worried about the "sense of uneasiness" mentioned by the "Sword Saint".
The demon god he had encountered, the evil demon recorded in the story in his hand, the alien who was burned to death by a bishop in Qinggeli...
Close your eyes and bow your head slightly in a prayer gesture.
"Supreme God!"
…
A desolate woodland 5 kilometers outside the city of Fanet.
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"
Three neat sounds were heard, and three adventurers, like dead dogs, fell down together in the wasteland outside the city at about the same time.
Bekfen, Sumacher and Hoss all felt as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.
From the afternoon till now, from the initial weighted running to the various incredible movement requirements later, Qin Xiaoxia had only one goal, to squeeze every bit of strength out of these three guys' bodies.
But now, their clothes were almost soaked with sweat, and they had no strength from head to toe. The only strength left was to breathe deeply.
The starlight was obscured by thin clouds, but a certain level of visibility was still retained at night, allowing people who had adapted to the darkness of the night to see things.
"Hehehe...you don't have very good physical fitness, young man!"
Leaning against a big tree, Qin Xiaoxia mocked the three people with a smile, and his tone was exactly the same as "each generation is worse than the previous one" and "Why is XXX like this nowadays"... etc.
But the same words also depend on who says them. At least when the "teacher" said them at this moment, the "three dead dogs" lying on the ground would definitely not dare to have any opinions.
"Okay, I have a rough idea of your physical limits now. After a short rest, I will start teaching you your first lesson!"
Hearing this, the three people on the ground were delighted, but they couldn't help but feel that the teacher was a little hasty. After all, the three of them didn't even have the strength to stand up.
After two or three minutes, the heat from their bodies subsided, and their wet clothes stuck to their bodies. The cold wind blew, causing the three of them to shiver.
At this moment, the light around me suddenly appeared, and a fire was lit in time, bringing bursts of light and warmth. It was naturally the work of the teacher.
Three heads turned towards the direction of the flames, and three pairs of eyes stared at it without blinking.
“Swish~”
“Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak…”
It was impossible to see what movements were taking place. All I could see was the firelight reflected from the sword, which was constantly flashing. The dead branches and wooden sticks that were picked up were transformed into neat strips of firewood.
After a while, the three of them were dragged to the fire one after another by Qin Xiaoxia.
After a period of warming up and resting, and drinking some water, the three of them gradually recovered from their collapsed state.
But my body is still weak and I can’t exert much strength. I guess I will feel so sore that I will call for my mom tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
The teacher in front of the bonfire held the sword and stared at the flames in a daze for a moment before closing his eyes. The flickering firelight illuminated a middle-aged face with stubble and weathered looks.
"Now, you can take out some food to replenish your energy. We will start by understanding our own structure!"
The teacher opened his eyes and looked at his three cheap students. A heavy wooden board with a picture carved on it with a sword had been placed at his feet.
This painting is of several human figures with their arms and legs spread out, and is depicted in great detail, with the internal organs, bones and meridians, muscle groups, and densely packed small dots visible.
This corresponds to the detailed body structure of the people on the top of the spine in this world, including muscles, nerve endings and densely packed blood vessels (acupoints).
"It's not that I'm impatient, it's just that I don't have much time left... so..."
The three adventurers sensitively felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but before they could think about it, they found that their teacher's facial expression became serious and scary.
"I will teach you skills and will do my best to train you to become talents. Be prepared... Don't die..."
To be honest, Qin Xiaoxia has wanted to try the Silent Knights' tactics for a long time. It's so exciting to watch Baru torture people. However, with his identity on Earth, it is not suitable for him to do so unless he opens a new alias.
Now in another world, in addition to being able to experience it, I can also test the endurance and improvement potential of the people in this world.
Looking at the teacher's meaningful smile, the three people beside the fire couldn't help but shudder.
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