The estate was divided into three areas, the Mestrins and branch members, the Servants' Stables, and the training and private schools.

As the name suggests, the training is naturally a combat physical training, a training ground for the family's private soldiers.

Here you can also see some reserve teenagers and girls, sweating one by one for running, weight-bearing, sword training and other training.

When they saw the two people who walked in from the gate of the training ground, they suddenly showed a strong look of awe, and they threw themselves into the training even harder.

"Little Master, it's a little late for you to start practicing martial arts now, but it doesn't matter, training according to the method I said will definitely make you achieve something." Marcus said as he walked, clearly in high spirits.

"Okay, Uncle Marcus." Charles nodded and smiled.

He wanted to learn martial arts from the other party, naturally not because he was excited, but after careful consideration last night.

This world is still in the age of cold weapons, and it seems that because of the lack of saltpeter and other reasons, there has not been a development of muskets and cannons, and individual forces and armies occupy the main force.

In order to have more self-preservation power, he wants to learn the basic martial arts first, and strive to have a physical fitness that surpasses ordinary people.

Marcus in front of him is the strongest warrior in the territory, and he once rushed into nearly a hundred robbers single-handedly and slaughtered more than half of them!

After learning of this record, the image of those martial arts masters in his previous life instantly appeared in his heart, the strength of the other party can already be regarded as a little superman, and those boxing champions and black belts in his previous life are as weak as babies compared to him!

The inhuman strong body, refined combat skills, and the fighting experience of the rest of the battle allowed the opponent to easily slaughter ordinary soldiers, and also established his own prestige.

However, the sturdy man, known as the Iron Butcher, was now explaining the basic training techniques to him with a smile on his face, as kind and gentle as the uncle next door - provided that his burly figure of nearly two meters was ignored as much as possible.

It is no exaggeration to say that the other party stood there like a black bear, and his body was equivalent to two of him!

The training ground is the size of half a football field, and is lined with stone piers, weapon racks and other training equipment.

Marcus walked over to the weapon rack, picked up a wooden sword, and tossed it to him.

Charles hurriedly reached out to catch it, and was surprised to find that the wooden sword was not lightweight, almost not much different from the same steel.

The wooden sword is a standard weapon, the same as the weapons of the family guard, and it is also the training weapon of every young man selected to serve as a reserve.

Marcus himself took out a wooden sword, held it in both hands, stepped forward with his right leg, and swung it straight forward.

Shout!

The sharp whistling sound of the Charleston, with a wave of the other party's hand, actually stirred up the wind and waves, making him feel the cold killing intent, as if he was being targeted by a terrible monster, and he was cold.

"No matter what kind of training method it is, it is to fully mobilize the power in the human body, so that this power can be controlled by you as you like, so as to exert double or even many times the attack power." Marcus explained while demonstrating various basic swordsmanship moves.

Pumping, striking, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, agitating, pressing, etc., almost every action will bring the sound of the wind, so that many training teenagers can't help but stop, watching him practice with admiration on their faces.

Charles tried his best to stare at the other party's drill with wide eyes, this kind of terrifying strength was impossible in the previous life, because many of the opponent's actions actually appeared afterimages!

He asked with envy on his face, "Uncle Marcus, is there a specific level of this martial arts practice?" ”

"Hierarchy? Oh, you mean combat strength, it's still there. Marcus was stunned for a moment, as if enjoying the shock in his eyes, "But there is no specific rank, just a division according to how many ordinary soldiers can be fought against." ”

"To be able to fight against an ordinary soldier is the soldier level, against ten is the sergeant level, against a hundred is the colonel level, against a thousand is the general level."

"Uncle Marcus, what rank are you?" Charles asked more and more seriously.

The high force value of this world is terrifying, and there will be hundreds of enemies and thousands of enemies in martial arts novels in the previous life.

This means that the general level can be completely like Zhao Yun in the Three Kingdoms, and Changbanpo alone can block thousands of armies!

"Me, it's just a school level."

The other party said very easily, but his eyes were full of pride, and he "accidentally" gently broke the wooden sword in his hand with both hands.

Hearing a click, the sword was broken by him casually, Marcus threw the broken sword aside and shook his head and smiled: "It's too light and brittle, when you have achieved something, I'll give you a baby." ”

The corners of Charles's mouth twitched, the wooden sword weighed more than five catties, but it was no different from chopsticks in the other party's hands.

And he tried it quietly, and he couldn't shake the wooden sword even a little with all his milking strength.

Marcus was obviously deliberately showing off his strength, and a smile appeared in his eyes after seeing his previous attempt, and he began to guide him through basic training little by little.

The next process became extremely boring and painful, and Charles, a noble young master, was already very weak, and he felt a little strained after only a few swings. After a few minutes, his whole body began to ache, and his arms were even more difficult to lift up as if they were filled with lead.

"Young Master, your physique is too poor, and you need a lot of practice to achieve a little." Marcus looked at the panting teenager and shook his head slightly, feeling a great headache.

It's not that he hasn't taught people, but the first time he encountered such a bad one, he only wielded a wooden sword twenty or thirty times before he became tired of becoming a dog.

You must know that those teenagers around you have hundreds of training tasks every day!

Charles gasped with his hands on his knees, not paying attention to the disappointment in the other's tone, but staring intently at the air in front of him.

In his sight, a small line of text appeared.

"Basic Swordsmanship: Not Started."

"Little Master, let's practice the basic swordsmanship first." Marcus sighed softly.

Charles didn't reply, but focused his mind on the "+" at the end of the line.

After three seconds, the plus sign vanished, and the line of text changed, a stream of information flowing into his mind, and his body had some kind of instinctual memory.

He looked up and smiled, "Uncle Marcus, I think I might have learned." ”

"Don't worry, you ...... now What the? The other man looked at him with a frown, wondering if he was lying.

Charles didn't explain, he directly picked up the wooden sword and started to play, every movement was so standard that the other party was stunned for an instant.

However, the good times did not last long, and when Charles was swinging his long sword, he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and then the wooden sword fell directly to the ground - dislocated.

"Let you do it!" Marcus's original consternation dissipated, and he couldn't laugh or cry, and he came to him in three steps and two steps, and grabbed his arm, but moved slightly.

Click!

Charles felt a tingling in his arm for a moment, and then returned to normal the next moment. He wiped the sweat from his face, feeling more and more helpless.

Learning skills can be learned in an instant with a modulator, but this weak body can't withstand this kind of violent action at all.

His top priority now is to improve his physical fitness as much as possible, which is also a prerequisite for Totem Drawing to improve his level.

But before he could speak, the other party had no choice but to hold his forehead and say, "Don't say it, I'll take you to find that guy." Ask for some medicinal food first, let you soak it a few times, otherwise your physique will be too bad. ”

Charles smiled awkwardly, then followed the other party out of the manor in a carriage to a pharmacy on the west side of town.

"Old fellow, hurry up and pick up the guests!" Marcus shouted with a big grin, making the corners of his mouth twitch, what is it to pick up customers.

A moment later, a neutral voice came from inside: "Marcus, what are you doing here again?" ”

"Also, you're the old guy, I'm still young and strong!" The other party walked out of it angrily, without the slightest politeness in his tone.

Charr was very surprised, he didn't expect that there was such a faceless person in Flashgold Town, wasn't he afraid of the other party's strong strength?

Marcus introduced him with a smile: "Little master, this old guy doesn't look good, but he is definitely a first-class pharmacist in Faun County, you can just call him Uncle Niu." ”