The world is bleak.

The cold wind from Frederick ploughed through the desolate and barren black earth, blowing on the faces of the sword-wielders who were still young, and the fine shards of ice were like knives, leaving tiny scars on their faces.

There was no bloodshed.

Before the red blood could flow, the wound froze.

And in this harsh and even harsh environment, no one complained, no one left, all of them stood up straight like a benchmark, like a pine and cypress enduring ice, snow and cold, waiting for the arrival of the lecturer.

Garcia the Decapitator.

Even in the sweeper brigade, which is known for his combat power, he is an out-and-out powerhouse.

There are very few people who can outmaneuver him in individual battles.

But just as famous for his strength is his strictness, as well as his ...... Vulgar.

"Long time no see—" A rugged shout came from the other side of the ice storm, and the first thing that caught the eye of the Glory was a burly figure several times stronger than Hansen, and ...... A big bald head with oily light, "You pigs!"

As he uttered words that bordered on insult, he plunged his man-wide sword into the earth.

"Click—"

With the sound of a series of ice cracking, the great sword that can make people feel heavy even just by looking at it has sunk into the permafrost of the Northland.

"But there's been a little bit of progress. The big man grinned and showed a fierce smile, "At least I understand a little bit of what command is and what discipline is." ”

He looked around.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Amy felt the big copper bell-like eyes pause slightly on him for a moment.

Then the great sword-bearer, who had the nickname of the decapitator, said, still in the same coarse voice: "Rejoice, rejoice, be grateful for the Lord's gift, you, you good-for-nothing pigs—from this day forward I will teach you, you fools—what real combat is!"

There was a short pause.

"Now!" he abruptly handed over the boy's name, "Judas—out of the ranks!"

I?

The young glorious man was not stunned by this, and his face did not show a look of reluctance, so he silently walked out of the queue and strode towards the lecturer he had met for the first time.

- As the last person to finish training, he is considered a transfer student who inserts into the course halfway.

How will it be treated?

He didn't know.

"Very well," Garcia, who was full of ominous titles for the decapitator, patted the Glory One on the shoulder heavily, and praised loudly without the slightest scruples, "You did a good job yesterday!"

Did you do well yesterday?

Amy was confused, yesterday ...... He didn't even come to class, what could he do well?

"Judas!" the instructor of the training class called out his name again, and asked a question, "Tell me, tell these soft sissies—"

"What is fighting! What is ...... A real fight!"

"This question ......" This question is too wide, too general, and too difficult to answer, but under the gaze of this bald lecturer, he has a sense of urgency that he has to send an arrow on the string, as if if he is a step slower to answer, he will be taught a lesson by the strong man behind him, "There is no answer, at least everyone's answer is different, in my opinion, the essence of battle is to fight, a fight to the death regardless of ways and means." ”

"Does anyone have a dissent?"

Garcia looked around again, in the silent queue.

"It's stupid," he let out a muffled snort, "what's the substance of the fight, what's the reason? The big fist is the substance, the hard fist is the truth—I can tell you now, tell you worthless scum, it doesn't matter what the fight is, what matters is why you fight, what matters is how you fight, what matters is whether you win the battle. ”

"What I want to teach, what I can teach, that's all!"

The incredibly tall and majestic man pulled his giant sword out of the frozen soil and pointed it at the Glory One, who was not far from him: "And the reason why I let him, let this little man who looks as thin as a bean sprout come to the stage, just because-you bunch of waste, none of them are his opponents!"

Words that bordered on provocation, bordering on humiliation.

Yet no one dared to refute it.

The first is that Garcia has been accumulating power for a long time, and those thorns who dared to resist him were cleaned up by him at the beginning, and secondly, they were ...... Although the reputation is mixed, and even more slander than praise, no one will doubt his combat strength.

Direct provocation?

Frontal combat?

The guy who was punched down yesterday is the best example!

"Very good, it seems that you little trash have also learned what it is to judge the situation, know when to scream and rush up to kill you, and know when to admit and pretend to be a grandson. He slapped the Glory One on the shoulder again, "Before I officially teach you recruits who haven't seen much blood, I must tell you a fact-"

"That's what you call ability!" he paused, then snapped, "it's nothing at all!"

- There was an uproar.

Even if the person who spoke was Garcia, a decapitator, and he was a real sword wielder, he still couldn't suppress the boiling emotions of the students.

He doesn't need to be pressed either.

What's more, all he needs to do is detonate.

"Do you want to try it and see the gap between you and him, and this little bean ding?" the burly man grinned, revealing a hideous smile, "You think you are sure to defeat him, even if the other party is strictly forbidden to use his abilities." ”

It's like a basin of cold water rushing in front of you.

The restless crowd immediately quieted down, the trial of Group B was not a secret, it was no secret that there was a monster-like powerful newcomer who led the team to cut through the entire trial space and slash the demon king under the sword.

Ask yourself, none of the people present are sure that they will be able to defeat him, even if he doesn't use his abilities in battle, even if they are no longer what they used to be after implanting stigmata.

"Figured it out, little ones. Garcia's voice suddenly cooled and softened—of course, only relatively, "This is the gap, the gap between you and a real, qualified, no, should I say excellent fighter." ”

"Capabilities are powerful," he said, "but they are not everything. ”

"You can use it as an opening gift to the enemy, or you can use it as a final word. "You don't even need to be stuck in one or several situations where you use your abilities, but please note that you can't rely on your abilities at any time, please note that unlike the Glory, our abilities are not innate, they are fragile, mutilated, and even defective, and in battle, they tend not to be so reliable." ”

"If you don't use it a few times, it will be overloaded, it won't last long, and when you fight the enemy, the two opposing abilities are always at a disadvantage in the priority of mutual restraint - if the enemy really sees through your abilities, then you are probably not far from death. ”

"So-"

"Ability is a glass dagger that seals its throat in blood, it is incomparably powerful, dangerous, but also incomparably fragile. He turned his gaze to the Glorious One beside him, and said in a low, flat but tense voice, "And a true warrior is always good at hiding his dagger, and only when it is really necessary will he reveal that deadly edge, and this is the mentality you have to learn now." ”

"First of all, you have to forget about your own abilities. ”

"And then—"

"Try to control it again!"

Garcia the Decapitator put the greatsword back into the scabbard on his back, smiled dangerously at the Glory One like a predator who had found its prey, and said:

"You say no, Judas. ”

- Hair on the rise.

Danger!

At this moment, instinct shouted like this.

Amy Ulysses narrowed her eyes, then ...... clenched his fists.