Getting stronger?

The young Glory Man stared at his bloodied hands in a daze, clenched—and let go.

There is no real feeling.

Although he longed to become stronger, eager to grow in battle, he never imagined that he would grow so fast, so unreasonable-swinging his sword, swinging his sword, swinging his sword, fighting, fighting, fighting, when attacked by underground monsters, he was unsurprisingly encountered a bitter battle, the vast number of enemies almost overwhelmed him, and when he looked up, it was dense and red.

Overwhelmingly unfavorable.

He is not a sword bearer of the Order, he has no exquisite sword skills, and he does not have experience in battle formations, he is very embarrassed under the siege of monsters, and he has just fallen into the siege for a few minutes, and he has several colors on his body, but at this time, he can only grit his teeth and insist.

Although it was different from the original prediction, surrounded by dense monsters, he could not see the girl's movements at all, and could only passively respond to the continuous attack like a tide, wandering on the ambiguous boundary between life and death - but it is undeniable that the pressure brought by this great terror between life and death is an excellent resource for progress and growth, and he can even feel his progress in battle, feeling that he has broken through the original shackles little by little and stepped into a new field.

But—

In the battle that followed, he realized that it was just wishful thinking on his part, just his ...... Illusion.

Progress and growth can be seen and felt, but this speed of almost making something out of nothing, he can't understand it anyway, and he feels ridiculous no matter what.

Obviously the basic skills are not solid, obviously he has not received systematic training, he has completed the terrifying transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly in just a few minutes, ten minutes, and the scattered swordsmanship that he can't take at all is under the promotion of this apocalypse, and he directly enters the room, although the traces of the chapter in the sword path are still not visible, but at least there is a little bit of the master's hand is natural.

It doesn't make sense.

Very, very unreasonable.

He is a complete novice in the field of swordsmanship, without a solid foundation and systematic training, no matter how amazing his talent is, it is impossible to go straight beyond proficiency, cross the two stages of entering the house, and directly jump into the realm of masters in his own style.

Unless......

Amy's eyes narrowed, and a haze appeared between her brows.

That's not growth or progress.

He wrapped his sword-wielding right hand alive, as if regaining the feeling he had before.

Sweat wet his eyes, blood stained his vision red, and the cruelty he had never experienced before numbed his mind, and then—

Some instinct was awakened.

Yes, wake up.

He still remembered how he felt, the instincts of the body dominated the action, and often before the mind began to work, the sword in his hand had already given him the answer - ten minutes after the start of the battle, it was not Amy Ulysses who fought the monsters at all, but his extraordinary battle instinct, but his battle instinct - but this instinct, this instinct did not arise out of thin air, at least it was impossible to become a master of swordsmanship and a master of swordsmanship without any training.

So—

The boy let out a long exhale.

The battle instinct he had always relied on may not have anything to do with intuition at all, but rather a shallow manifestation of the fighting instinct that had been hammered in the depths of his body - he had made a mistake in the battle with the monster, and what he had gained in the gap between life and death was not progress and growth at all, but awakening, and the great terror between life and death awakened the fighting instinct that had been dormant in his heart.

Just as he had done in the previous attacks—in hand-to-hand combat, even a murderer with the name of Misty Night, with his master-level scimitar skills, could not take advantage of him—he had only attributed this to his unusually sharp combat instincts, but now it seemed that it should be some kind of stress reaction of the fighting instinct hidden in his body under the stimulation of the life-and-death crisis, but unfortunately, the one-on-one stimulation was not strong enough, not long-lasting enough, and there was no way to completely force out his potential.

And the siege of the monster may not be as dangerous as the hand-to-hand white-knuckle combat with the Foggy Night Killer, but in terms of continuity, it is far behind the latter a few streets, under this continuous, high-intensity oppression, with the appearance of "intuition" alone, it is obviously impossible to deal with the problem in front of him, so naturally, he needs more strength, and then ...... The killing instinct is awakened in weariness and numbness, and the course of the battle is rewritten in an instant.

A sword, a sword, a sword—

There is no need for a second sword at all, it is clear that the glorious man is holding a short sword that is not suitable for battlefield fighting at all, but the dazzling sword light is drawn into a net between the whiskers, and then it is unified and neat, and the monsters suddenly fall into some kind of stagnation, and then ...... The world is stained red with blood.

Ten, twenty, or thirty?

The number is meaningless, the monsters are falling in pieces, life is just a thin and weak mathematical letter at this time, the boy is not moved by this, let alone pity - he just swings his sword in silence, harvesting the poor souls in silence.

That's not him.

No doubt.

Even a young man who had just achieved extraordinary growth in battle could not pull out a dozen eye-catching sword lights in the blink of an eye as before, and slash almost all the enemies around him in no particular order - that awe, that detachment, was as dreamy as the dark wizard Alfred who had taken his life, and it was so incredible in retrospect.

Incomprehensible, unacceptable.

But it is absolutely powerful.

However, the glorious one, who sleeps in his body with a powerful power beyond human intelligence, cannot be happy at all—as the ancestors said, there is no love without a reason in this world, nor is there hatred without a reason, and the unbelievable unearned in his body must not be without a reason, on the contrary, there must be a pair of pushers in the unknowable river of fate, who secretly dominate his life.

The greater the hidden power, the more shady the curtain behind it, and the less likely it is that he will break free from the shackles of fate.

So, so—

The Chosen One who wants to be the Chosen One is enough to shatter the heavens of Providence.

Get stronger – get stronger.

The heart of the fist couldn't help but clench, Amy once again strengthened her determination, and then exhaled lightly, wiped the dark blood of the short sword stained with black blood, hid it in her sleeve again, and looked at the girl who was walking towards him, still in a gray and white robe, spotless: "Mia......"

His lips twitched and he forgot what to say.

"You," the sword-wielder of the Order looked at the boy from top to bottom, his good-looking brows furrowed deeply, and the pitch black and emerald green faced each other calmly, and said without hesitation, "Something is wrong. ”

The "......" Glory Bearer is silent.

What should he say, and what can he say, anyone who sees his last amazing sword skill will probably feel incredible - after all, in the stagnant instantaneous time and space, he swung thirteen sword lights in an orderly row, killing all the enemies around him without dead ends, loopholes, and flaws, this kind of swordsmanship, this kind of sword art is simply the ultimate sword beyond human comprehension.

However, he easily reached the relative end that countless people could encounter but could not seek.

And all he did was let his instincts recover.

If the truth is told, it will probably be taken as a joke, ......right? The plot may not be so slight, and in the eyes of those who are quite enthusiastic about the sword itself, it is likely to be the worst slander of the plot.

So, the boy was silent.

But unexpectedly, Millie didn't show much concern for his sudden outburst at the last moment, just shook her head slightly, stared at his dark black eyes, and said word by word: "Don't try to get into a power that doesn't belong to you, Ulysses." ”

"Those who play with fire will eventually set themselves on fire. ”

Amy echoed in a low voice, her heart filled with bitterness and emotion.

Advice against the ear - the ancestors once left this proverb, although the girl's words are not good, but it is a real advice, this beyond the expected care, this care that is not mixed with interests, can not not let the young man move, but at the same time, he has more ...... in his heart It's bitter.

Has it been obvious that it has come to this point?

Even the sword-wielder who nodded his head could tell at a glance that there was a power dormant within him that did not belong to him.

It's a terrible feeling.

The Glory's eyes narrowed.

"I hope so. The girl gave him a deep look, then nodded politely—without any hesitation, without any hesitation, she turned sharply, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, "I don't want to see my companion fall on the way—even if it's just a temporary companion." ”

She bit the accent on the temporary.

The "......" Glory Bearer remained silent.

How do I reply?

A simple thank you, that's too thin and weak - and honestly reply flattered, even if Amy's interpersonal experience is not rich, you can roughly feel that this frivolous style is not suitable for talking to girls at all, and at this time, perhaps only silence is the best choice.

And there is no one.

Because, actions are often more powerful than words.

In order to prove it, to repay the trust of the sword bearer, he must also be a trustworthy person.

With that in mind, he took a step forward.

No matter what path lies ahead, in the name of the sword, he will wipe out all enemies.

Wouldn't it be a little too secondary?

Of course...... Facing the scarlet eyes that opened in patches in the darkness, the young Gloryist smiled, and then swung his sword as a matter of course—killing as a matter of course.

Because, everything here is true.

Blood...... Once again, the world was dyed red.