(I've got something, I'm busy, I'm taking a shower...... Actually, it doesn't have to be so tactful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is just a blind date, why bother with a perception test? You don't look down on my ordinary, I also know how to put away the red heart and leave it to the woman who deserves its warmth, but I just delayed the outbreak for a few days, but I'm sorry for all the book friends. ）

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Rohm believes that any amazing sword skill comes from boring, even painful, repetitive practice. He also carried out this view of himself into his own cultivation process.

Chop, stab, slash...... He is meticulous in every action and strives for the accuracy of every detail. Later, he even drew thin lines less than a centimeter thick and dots the size of a five-cent coin on a log target with red paint.

Then repeatedly slash and stab those dots and lines, gradually increasing speed and even adding its own movement in this pursuit of precision.

This approach may seem dull though.

But it is this dull repetition that continues to improve Romon's swordsmanship.

When he practiced simple slashing and stabbing to the point where he could accurately stab small red lines or dots at his fastest speed, it was difficult for him to take advantage of other people's training, even if the other party learned many more skills than him.

Because no matter how gorgeous the swordsmanship is, it is based on basic movements.

If it is suppressed at the beginning of the shot, it is obvious that the subsequent wonderful changes will not be able to be performed smoothly.

Rohmon saw through this.

So I wasn't distracted to learn too advanced sword skills, I just practiced the basics day after day......

Time passed.

Immersed in kendo training, Romon completely lost track of time. With the tireless and unafraid nature of the blood clan, he cultivated day and night......

this day.

Romon was still standing in the courtyard of the Sword Pavilion.

His feet are slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, his knees are slightly bent, and his whole body seems to be very casual and lazy, but in fact it is secretly arched, and he can burst out with great power at any time.

If someone looks closely, they will see that there are some dimples in the ground and around where Rohmon is standing.

This is the depression caused by the constant friction and trampling of his footsteps for more than ten hours a day when he practiced his sword here.

Other than that.

Severe wear and tear could be seen on the waist of his clothes—almost all of his changes of clothes were worn out on the waist close to the scabbard and on the cuffs that had been rubbed against the sword by drawing it for most of the year. The shoes wore out several pairs during the practice.

Even the non-slip hemp rope on the handle of the stainless steel longsword has been replaced many times, and the hilt of the sword is shiny and shiny with friction.

A gust of wind swept abruptly, and a yellowish autumn leaf fell from the treetops......

At the moment when the fallen leaves fell to the level of Romon's eyes, Rohmon suddenly drew his sword and slashed - all as fast as lightning! Bending over, holding on to the sword, his eyes tightly locked on the flowing fallen leaves...... And then there was an instantaneous explosion!

Feet, waist, back, shoulders, arms, wrists - all the parts that can burst out of speed and power are integrated into this lightning slash, and layers of power burst out, pushing the speed of the steel longsword to the extreme!

Qiang!

A silver light was fleeting.

After a momentary pause, the falling yellow leaves were cut in half in half and swirled in two directions......

Bang Bang Bang ...... A round of applause came from outside the door.

Rohmon looked up and saw Carl, dressed in brown cloth, walking into the courtyard from the outside with a few other strangers.

Well?

It was still far away, but Rohmon still noticed the faint smell of blood on the weapons that the men were carrying......

"That's what I told you, my most favored apprentice - Solo." Carl introduced a few people beside him and came to Romon: "Solo, these are my companions from my previous adventures, and they happened to pick up the mission near Yeager City, I wonder if you are interested in participating?" ”

"Mission?" Hearing this, Rohmon looked at the person who had come - for some reason, he vaguely felt something strange, but he looked at the other person carefully, but he could not say why. So he suppressed this strange feeling and **** to: "Carl, what are they doing?" Fighting...... What is the object? ”

This time without waiting for Karl to answer.

The middle-aged warrior who was obviously the leader among the several adventurers said: "We have taken a task issued by the Yager City Lord's Mansion to exterminate the false gods and evil cults~. The City Lord's Mansion offered a lot of money - this cult ~ sect that traded with otherworldly demons probably had more than a hundred followers, one priest and two silver-level warriors. ”

"And I'm the only warrior on our team now, Pete is a ranger with a bow and arrow, Slick is a troubadour, and Dean is a pyromancer - none of them are the type to be good at melee combat. So I hope you'll join in, at least to help us hold back one of the warriors, and Diante will have time to get ready to cast spells! ”

As soon as the other party said this, Rohmon understood.

This squad of adventurers is clearly not a formidable team - the team doesn't even have a complete class setup.

According to the normal configuration of the world of Faeron: warriors, mages, priests, wanderers, hoplites or archers are a relatively complete configuration.

The squad consisted of warriors, archers, troubadours, and pyromancers.

To not say their professional dishes.

But as a team of adventurers who need to face all kinds of complex situations, their configuration is a bit too 'shortcoming'!

With the exception of the Warrior as the Captain, the Pyromancer is a fully mid-to-long-range class that doesn't have to worry about the task of holding the Warrior down.

Although the Archer Ranger is said to be a Ranger, in fact, his skills and attributes all rely on the long-range play of using the bow and arrow, and his melee strength is definitely not good.

The troubadour, on the other hand, is a panacea – the master is naturally a sword fight, wandering, exploring, healing, and all-encompassing. But the average troubadour obviously can't be a generalist.

The characteristics of the profession of all metropolises also mean that everything is sparse! Apparently the troubadour was not good enough to fight the Silver Warrior, so he approached Carl and asked him to help him find a warrior to participate in the adventure.

And when Rohmin first came to sign up to learn swordsmanship, he didn't say that he was a wanderer.

The strength and extraordinary endurance he had shown while practicing swordsmanship had led Carl to mistakenly believe that he was a warrior, so Carl had apparently recommended him to these people.

Looking at these people, Rohmon frowned.

Normally, he would not be willing to team up with others, because according to the rules of killing godblood, killing with others will dilute the killing experience.

This will undoubtedly reduce the efficiency of his upgrades.

But the other party's next task attracted him.

Exterminate the false gods and cults~religion.

That's more than a hundred cultists, at least three silver professionals!

If you kill them all......

I'm afraid that by slaughtering the goblins, the level that is already not easy to increase will be able to move again! By the way, fighting against human enemies can also be excellent for honing swordsmanship!

It's really a great idea to kill two birds with one stone!