Although the fighting skills are boasted by many people, Garcia knows that there are limits to the skills created by humans and that belong to human beings.

Humans can defeat demons with their own wisdom and will, and they can be among the higher demons.

The reason why the Sword Bearers and the Glorious Ones can become the spearheads of the human race in the territory of order is not because of how profound their combat skills are, not only because of how skilled they are in the use of their abilities, but most importantly, because their extraordinary physique brings Phoebe's ordinary strength and speed, allowing them to keep up with the movements of demons and high demons, and giving them the foundation to compete with monsters infected by chaos and born from darkness.

However, at this moment, the inherent notions of the instructors of the training course were broken.

For the first time, he saw the so-called limits of skill.

That's foreknowledge.

That's a harbinger.

Frankly speaking, no matter how sophisticated his combat experience is and how clear his tactical thinking is, he doesn't think anyone can reproduce the perfect prediction as if he has directly read the opponent's mind with simple combat skills.

It's the ability.

Undoubtedly, an ability, more powerful and accurate than his wild instincts, a passive resident ability that is very rare among sword wielders.

With one enemy and ten, you can play it with ease.

Even the proud decapitator had to admit at this moment that his retreat at that time now seemed to be a very wise decision.

In terms of combat skills alone, he would not be an opponent for the teenager in front of him.

"Judas......"

Whispering the boy's name, Garcia looked up, his eyes focused once again on the battle.

Set up free battles in the training class.

His original intention was to hone the skills of the new sword-wielder through one-on-one combat, but now it seems ...... But it has become a place for these guys to reasonably settle their personal grievances.

It's a subtle feeling, but it's not bad.

At least he thinks that nothing can stimulate them more than a real battle, and stimulate this group of little guys more.

Especially when the level of combat is so high.

To put it bluntly -

The battle of Judah is almost like an art.

Every bit of force is used just right, and every judgment of the situation is accurate, and this is a textbook and wonderful guidance battle.

Yes, the gap between the two sides is too great, and the outcome of the battle is completely out of suspense, it looks like an adult is instructing a child, just like a master instructing a disciple, teaching them how to fight and how to fight.

As enemies, those involved in the siege did not do well enough.

There is no discipline, no tactics, just a simple and rude rush up, as if you can win the battle by virtue of the superiority of numbers, naïve and naïve is simply ridiculous.

Overwhelmingly.

Numbers, instead of being an obstacle to Judah, became his help.

The sloppiness of the organization, as well as the confusion of the combat coordination, made this siege a classic negative case, with every step, every misturn, every swing of the sword, one or even more than one enemy would fall.

Whether it was directly fanned by the unopened ironwood broadsword, or smashed to the head by a simple and rough sword, although there was the protection of an iron helmet, and the physical fitness of the sword-wielder gradually surpassed the ordinary, but this did not mean that the sword-wielder could not feel the pain, just hearing the wails of them after they fell to the ground, and the gasping of the onlookers who stopped the drill at some point, Garcia could imagine that the scene in front of them gave them. What a shock it caused to these newcomers who had never seen the cruelty of real combat.

Not every sword-wielder has the opportunity to fight in the trial world created by the artificial celestial realm, and not every reserve sword-wielder can survive the first encounter with the demons, and there are only a few who can survive for days in an environment that mimics the deep night, and those who can break through the hidden world view and are qualified to challenge the greedy demon king who acts as the ultimate defense system of the trial world are even more of the few.

At least, in the initial estimation of the Equipment Department, the replica of the Greedy Demon King was only used as a background, and they didn't expect anyone to find this easter egg, let alone someone to kill the Demon King, who had a great reputation in the entire Order—so much so that they didn't design the animation at all, and the entire process of the trial space came to an abrupt end.

It's stupid.

But even more stupid than the technologists were the fallen waste, most of whom came from Group A who had not participated in the trial, and were unaware of the chasm that lay between them and Judas.

- Not of an order of magnitude at all.

If it was a real battle, a real fight, they must have been wiped out.

And now......

At least they could cover their wounds and let out a weak wail there.

"Thirteen seconds," Garcia the Decapitator, the instructor of the training class, glanced at the person lying on the ground, "a whole seventeen people, not even thirteen seconds, should I praise you?"

Say words that don't look like praise in a cold, emotionless voice.

And then the conversation turned straight -

"So waste is waste," he scolded these little rabbit cubs who had just gained strength and had no fear of power, and scolded directly, "A group of guerrillas are scattered, a group of wreckage, tell me, where are your tactics? Where is your cooperation? Where are your eyes?"

But as the instructor of the training course, he was quite responsible for pointing out the mistakes they should not have made in this battle.

"There's no tactical coordination, there's no collective consciousness, it's just a pig rushing forward, only the presence of the enemy in your eyes, and you don't have to think about how to cooperate with your teammates, how to block the enemy's moves, how to create more and less - note, it's a real opportunity to fight more and less. The numerical superiority was not at all evident in them, and the disorganized pace gave Judas the opportunity to take advantage of it, and was easily broken by each one," of course, your greatest problem is not this, but ...... I don't have eyes at all. ”

"When should you fight, when should you retreat, you don't have any consciousness!" Garcia said, "It's important to choose the enemy, and when you can't beat it, it's still strong—what? Do you think that this is a training class, with me as a lecturer, and the protective measures on my body are in place, and the other party is not equipped with an iron sword, and you can't kill people, so you can rest assured that you can be reckless, bold and reckless, even if you lose, it doesn't matter?"

"Stupid!"

"Fighting is not child's play, but a contest of strength, wisdom and will, with your current mentality to fight, to fight, there are few who can survive the first battle!"

"Reality is not a game. ”

"So-"

"Stand up for me, bastards!"

"If it is an enemy that must be fought, if it is an enemy that must be defeated, show your courage, show your determination, show your will, show your wisdom—fight all you have, exhaust the last of your strength, shed the last drop of blood—"

"Defeat him too!"

He shouted, his loud voice drowned out the cacophony of the newborn sword-wielders, and the howling wind and snow.

Then, speechless for a moment.

The world is quiet and silent.

until

A voice belonging to Judas came.

"If you insist on this," said the young man, who had easily defeated all his enemies, in a voice that could be heard with strong confidence, and threw the twisted and deformed ironwood greatsword in his hand to the ground, smashing a series of sonorous sounds of gold and iron on the frozen ice—

"I'm here with you. ”

At this point, the voice fell.