He felt that he would be greeted by a sharp knight's sword tomorrow, so poor Link's life these days couldn't even be described as a year.

In order to survive the gap between Master Calvin's sword that was swinging faster and faster, and for the remaining hope of defeating Master Calvin, Link was thinking about dodge steps almost even while eating.

, almost even when sleeping and dreaming, his hands would often wave involuntarily, studying the swordsmanship of Master Calvin. Of course, in Link's mind, Master Calvin's swordsmanship was actually the method of sap fighting in the past. The difference

The only thing is that the big wooden stick in his hand has been replaced by the current big sword. Of course, there have been many changes.

With a sound of "Dang!", the two swords of Link and Mentor Calvin collided together again. The two of them exerted force at the same time, each taking a step back. Their eyes collided in space, and they almost exploded.

Sparks come.

Now it is impossible for Teacher Calvin to strike with every sword strike when Link is not strong enough. Since eleven days ago, Teacher Calvin has never been able to knock the sword out of Link's hand.

There are now blood splatters on Link's body in two places. Instructor Calvin really means what he says. Now in their hands are genuine knight swords, the sharp blades shining with cold light.

No matter how careful you are, in a battle where both sides are almost ruthless, losing money is inevitable.

Link didn't pay attention to the injured parts of his body at all. His eyes were now like a hungry wolf that had endured hunting in the mountains for who knows how long, staring at the mentor Calvin in front of him.

He didn't know why he became like this, or even knew that he had changed. He only knew that he had been struggling on the edge of life and death with such a high level of mental stress for so many days, and he had already felt enough in his heart.

Tuanhuo was full of energy; he only knew that every time he swung his sword casually, he would have more indomitable ferocity than before.

This also allows him to draw his sword faster, harder, and more accurately!

"Drink!" He and Instructor Calvin suddenly shouted at the same time, and raised their swords to slash at each other.

Both men's swords were fast and fierce, but this time they actually used the same thrusting sword technique. Both men followed the same footwork, and the two swords crisscrossed in the air.

Point to the other person's throat.

"Ouch!" Link screamed. His sword was still a certain distance away from Mentor Calvin's throat, but Mentor Calvin's sword tip had already lightly touched his throat, leaving a trace of

There was a small wound with some blood oozing out.

"Alas!" Instructor Calvin threw down his sword and turned to Link and asked: "Why was it that I was able to stab you first when we were both using the same action just now?!"

Only then did Link come back to his senses. He touched the wounds on his body with a grimace, gasped and muttered: "Are your hands longer than mine?!"

"Nonsense." Instructor Calvin glared and cursed: "When you were about to stab me several times just now, your hand always retracted back. Why is that?!"

"Uh", Link scratched his head: "Really?!"

"Link, you have to remember," instructor Calvin said with a serious face: "On the battlefield, no matter who is standing in front of you, as long as you pick up the sword in your hand, you must not have the slightest idea of ​​retreating.

It means death, do you understand?!"

"Understood!" Link nodded solemnly and clenched his fists: "Next time I have an opportunity like the one just now, I will never think of shrinking back!"

With a "bang" sound, Link screamed!

Instructor Calvin waved a big stick that he took out from nowhere, and gave him a blow on the head: "Asshole, that sword just pointed at my throat, your instructor, do you really want to kill me?!

"But you said... ah... ah... don't fight..." The arrogant instructor Calvin ignored Link's excuse at all, and with a flurry of sticks, Link's knight was defeated and fell out of the room.

go.

"Huh!" Instructor Calvin stood in front of the door, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and looked up at the sky: "The weather is not very good. It may rain tonight, which is really troublesome..."

He muttered and went into the room.

Link next to him looked at his back and frowned.

weather?

What's the weather tonight?

Although Link seems to have forgotten everything these days due to this kind of mental pressure day and night, in fact he knows that he will hardly forget what he saw that night, and he will never forget it.

He will forget the final test goal that Link Knight set for himself.

Most of the nights in the past few days, he had not been able to truly sleep peacefully. He had been staring at the actions of Teacher Calvin, but Teacher Calvin unusually did not go out for several nights in a row when he should have gone out.

It seems to be already the fourth or fifth ten days since the night when I saw Teacher Calvin in the woods, right?!

These days, under the perverted test of Master Calvin, Link has become a little unclear about the calculation of days.

But now he knows one thing very clearly!
Chapter completed!