"Snap"

With a crisp sound, the blades clashed.

Garcia raised his sword to block the oncoming ironwood greatsword, and looked at Webster who was wrestling with him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Poor!"

He said that with his waist as the central axis, he mobilized the strength of his whole body, and in just a moment, he completely crushed the young man's momentum.

One-step, two-step, three-step...... It took five or six steps back in a row before Webster staggered to stabilize his figure.

And then

Received Garcia's slash head-on.

"Click. ”

The crushing force made it almost impossible for him to hold the sword in his hand, and he fell to one knee on one knee on the frozen land shrouded in ice and snow, and the knee pads made a tooth-aching squeezing sound in the collision with the ice, making people have no doubt that it would be declared dead in the next second.

But the confrontation did not end there.

Webster is still gritting his teeth and patient, still making useless resistance.

It's a pity...... The outcome is predestined.

Seven minutes and twenty-three seconds into the battle, he exhausted the last of his strength and fell to his knees in the collapsed snow, gasping for air.

Didn't speak, and couldn't speak.

He was so tired.

In the mentoring battle just now, although Instructor Garcia did not use his abilities, even if he did not use those fancy abilities and did not use the physical fitness of the level of the Great Sword Wielder, the strength he showed was not beyond the reach of ordinary sword wielders.

It is not easy to defeat him and fight him.

In the first few days, even if the thirteen of them swarmed up, they could only hold out for a minute or two, but now that there is a rule, the battle situation is still one-sided, just to deal with the fierce offensive like a wave, they are exhausted, not only can they not organize a decent counterattack, but even the rhythm of the battle has been firmly controlled by Garcia, even Webster can't say what they have done in these few minutes other than being passively beaten.

It was brutally suppressed from beginning to end, without any respite.

Defeated.

A veritable defeat.

The founder and leader of the "Grand League Against Semitism", after several days of heavy defeats, could not help but doubt himself and whether the team he could assemble could win the final victory.

Because

As early as the beginning, Garcia, the famous decapitator, the great sword wielder, admitted quite bluntly that in terms of combat experience, combat skills, and combat qualities, he was actually inferior to Judas, inferior to the monster with the skin of a newborn.

If you want to defeat Judas in a duel, you must first defeat him in training, and defeat him as an instructor.

If you can't even do that, don't think about what you don't have.

But now......

There is only one week left before the agreed time, and they are far from meeting even the most basic preconditions, let alone winning the final victory.

He didn't want to lose.

He...... Unwilling.

It's not just that he doesn't want to lose, it's not just that he's unwilling, who wants to lose in their group of people, and who is willing?

There is no hope, no future.

The gap between the two sides is so big, so desperate, in these seven days, they are constantly improving, constantly improving, and the time of perseverance is also constantly extended.

And yet, this damn yet!

The harder they worked, the more they adapted to the battle, the more they could appreciate Garcia's almost desperate dominance over the battlefield.

Can't be defeated.

There is no hope, at least for a few years.

In the constant fighting, in the constant ravages and tortures, everyone realized this, and everyone recognized the facts.

But there was Garcia's voice in my ears, that rough and heroic voice.

"You're qualified. ”

Garcia, the decapitator, swept over the thirteen people who had fallen to the ground, and then stuck the training ironwood sword in his hand into the ground, and a big smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He said, giving them a thumbs up: "Congratulations, after seven days of intensive training, you are finally no longer passively beaten sandbags, but a group of real and qualified people"

Before the teenagers could show a hearty smile, the conversation was slightly abrupt.

"Sandbag. ”

He said, looking at the boys' faces full of surprise and disbelief, and he laughed heartily in a rare, unmixed with any negative emotion, and the louder and louder laughter even suppressed the howl of the wind and snow, and even shook the snow off the pine forest.

"But don't be presumptuous. ”

For the first time, the big sword-wielder of the Sweeper Brigade didn't burst out of his foul language: "It's not easy to be me, to be the sandbag in the mouth of Garcia the Decapitator, which means that your encirclement can already make me feel pressure, and it also means that you boys have some sword-wielding appearance." ”

"You guys"

"It's not a bad breed!"

He said this, praised like this, cheered for this group of children who had just left the training institute and were about to enter the brutal battle.

People, not springs.

Garcia knows this very well, the pressure that people can bear is limited, and blindly putting pressure on them will only break their self-esteem, will only break their backbone, and in the necessary moments, they must be encouraged, and they must be told:

Your efforts are not worth it, and your efforts are not worth it.

People need encouragement and affirmation.

The more pressure there is, the more this is the case, and the more it needs to be, so Garcia has always spared his praise.

"You've grown so much from seven days ago, from the group of wrecks who were knocked down by Judas in eleven seconds. A rare kind smile appeared on his fierce face, "To be able to hold on to my hands for seven minutes, to be able to force me, to force Garcia the one I decapitated to feel the pressure, your efforts are worthy of praise and even more pride." ”

"But...... Still can't beat you. Someone whispered to himself.

"Defeat?" the Great Sword Bearer was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing again, "You want to defeat me, just by virtue of the training of the past few days? You can't help but look down on your talent too much, right?"

"But...... It is you who said, and Judas's skill is above you. ”

"But he is not my opponent in a real fight," Garcia said quite arbitrarily, "Fighting skills are not omnipotent, my physical fitness will be almost three to four times his strength, I have more abilities than him, more systematic, more developed and more perfect, the gap between us is completely the gap between adults and children, if he can be lucky enough to survive three or four baptisms in a row, he will be qualified to be my opponent, otherwise...... In my eyes, he is a hairy boy after all. ”

"Besides......" he said, "you have made a mistake, a very important thing. ”

"This duel does not limit the use of abilities. ”

He pointed to the crux of the problem: "Maybe it's the successive failures that have cast a shadow over your hearts, but ...... Thirteen people represent thirteen completely different abilities, and they represent thirteen winners and losers who can turn the tide, and frankly, thirteen people fight one, and I can't imagine that you will lose. ”

"So"

"Relax, victory will be yours, and it will belong to Garcia the Beheader. ”