After explaining the essence of the tidal sword technique in detail, Mu began to teach the dome how to experience this way of superimposing power through special movements. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And when he finally taught the most basic posture to the dome, he sent the dome aside to practice. Then he took his son straight to the other side of the cliff.

"Stinky boy, how's the injury on your shoulder?"

Hearing that his father, who has always been unsmiling, suddenly cares so much about himself, Hiko's heart can't help but feel warm. He touched his shoulder, which had become swollen, and said to his father.

"It's almost good. I think there are still some remnants of the effects of those potions, and I feel like I'm recovering pretty quickly. ”

Of course, Hiko can't say that his near-nothingness holy light has played such a role at this time, healing his own injuries. So he could only blame the reason on the holy water he had used a while ago.

And maybe it was because those holy waters did have this effect, Daddy just nodded and continued to Yan Yan.

"It's good to reduce the swelling, so you don't have to worry about delaying your practice. Listen, stinky boy, I have a question for you now. I want you to tell me what you learned from this battle about yourself?"

"Is it insufficient?" frowned, and a bitter smile inevitably appeared on Hiko's face. "If anything, it's my physical fitness. If only my body could have been more solid and more energetic. Maybe I won't lose this time. ”

Regarding the fact that he lost, Hiko was very honest. Although Qiong insisted that he did not win, he could not be so shameless as to regard this obvious defeat as a draw or a psychological victory.

Victory is victory, and fighting is not a game. This time it's just a contest between senior sisters and younger brothers, and it's barely enough to say in the past. If you encounter that kind of enemy with bad intentions in the future, who will tell you this kind of reasoning?

So, let's be honest, a failure is a failure. Recognize your failures and learn from them. It's better than stiffening your neck and not admitting it, or self-soothing with a complete ostrich mentality, and you won't learn anything in the end. At the very least, you won't die in a particular battle and you won't know how you died.

Yan's answer made Mu a little surprised and relieved at the same time. He rubbed his son's head and said to him.

"You've surprised me again, son. It's important for you to be aware of your shortcomings. Because only this kind of sober understanding can let you know the direction you should make progress. And this kind of thing, if you know it yourself, is much more useful than what I have to say to you. ”

"Also, you don't have to be presumptuous. Although your physical fitness is a little worse. But there's a reason for that, and it's not your fault. Moreover, you also have amazing strengths. I've been watching you fight, and I've figured out your situation. Seriously, son. I am amazed by your keen observation and judgment, which is already enough to call you a genius in battle. But that's about it. ”

"Your body is the biggest constraint on you. Although in this match, your whim almost turned you back. But that's just a fluke. If only the Dome had been a little more experienced and more cautious. Your kind of tactics are of no use at all. So, don't be complacent because of this momentary fluke. You know, power, never talk about things that are false. Here, it's always just an uncertain factor. ”

After tapping Yan's head, Mu shoved the iron rod pinned to his waist into Yan's hand, and then said to him.

"Your vision is impeccable, and I'm not going to train you too much in this area. That kind of thing is more about talent than acquired exercise. But now if you want to be my successor, a glorious Nord warrior, then you have to lay a good foundation, and that's what you should train the most. Follow me, son!"

With that, Mu led Hiko to the edge of the steel-forged totem pole that he had inserted into the cliff at the beginning. After patting the big guy that had been cast round and looked extremely heavy, Mu continued to say to Yan.

"Your shortcomings are strength and stamina, and that's the key to your workout. So, from now on, all you have to do every day is hit this totem pole 10,000 times with the iron rod in your hand. ”

"If you don't finish the task in one day, you will save up the rest for the next day. And when I'm done with the day's tasks, I'll teach you some swordsmanship and stuff for the rest of the day. In other words, if you can't complete your task, then you'll always have to do this basic workout. Even if you are my son, there will be no exceptions. Got it?"

When it came to training, Mu's tone immediately became stiff. Looking at his appearance, Hiko licked his lips and didn't choose to answer immediately.

He walked over to the totem pole and touched its surface. The incomparably smooth skin made him frown subconsciously. And when he tried to clench the iron rod in his hand, he slashed hard at the totem iron pillar. His face was even more ugly.

10,000 slashes is easier said than done. But when I started to try, I realized that it was all fatal problems. First of all, there is the problem of angle, if the angle of the split is wrong, then the iron rod will slide off the totem pole. And the feeling of being full of power but suddenly making a mistake will definitely make you feel very uncomfortable.

In addition, even if the angle is right, the chopping action cannot be said to be simple. Hiko just tried it, and he sensed the discomfort in it. The violent explosion made him slash the totem pole at the moment when he was also counterattacked by the power from the totem pole. The shock force generated by the collision of steel made him immediately feel the muscles in his hands tingle, and even the tiger's mouth had a vague feeling of tearing.

It's just that it's like this, so it's completely conceivable what your hands will look like after 10,000 strokes. And it's not just the hands, I'm afraid that when the time comes, my whole body will reach a bad state. Both physically and mentally.

Thinking of this, Hiko stood there with an ugly face and made a contemplative appearance. Looking at his movements, Mu said again.

"You've been very careful, and looking at the way you look, I think you understand the load on your body from this kind of training. I can tell you responsibly that this kind of training, even in the whole Nord, not many people can sustain it. However, I will not let this open you up and reduce your training volume. Even on the contrary, I multiplied the 5,000 slashes that others needed to swing and put them on you. Moreover, this amount of training will only increase in the future. ”

"I'm not going to force you to do this kind of training. But I've already made the premise clear, and if you don't finish this, you don't want to learn anything new. And what to do, how to choose, the decision is up to you. Now, tell me, son. What's your answer!"

Mu's performance has bordered on ruthlessness. It's as if the previous concern for Hiko didn't come from his mouth at all. And looking at his father like this, he looked at the training in front of him, which was absolutely hellish. Hiko gritted his teeth and replied.

"Okay, I accept this condition. ”

"Very good!" suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a cold afterglow began to flicker in the corners of Mu's eyes. He reached out and tapped the totem pole in front of him, causing it to make the crisp sound of his fingers that only the hardest swing of an iron rod could have. And after making this noise, he went on to say to his son. "I have one more request to make it clear to you, and that is that not every slash is qualified. I want this sound, this sound of the most intense clash of steel. If you hadn't made that noise, I wouldn't admit it no matter how many times you did, understand?"

"Understood!" replied, almost through gritted teeth, but Hiko insisted on giving the same reply. In this regard, Mu nodded with satisfaction and walked straight to the side.

"Very well, let's get started. Don't waste your time, your goal today should be to finish these basic exercises before sunset!"

Such a statement almost shows that he is not optimistic at all. To this, Hiko's answer was to clench the iron rod in his hand, and then with all his strength, let it slash at the steel totem pole.

The crisp sound of steel clashing sounded in his hands, but at the same time, his body couldn't help but tremble. The most basic law of force made the muscles in his body immediately issue a protest-like warning. But Hiko ignored the warning, and after taking a deep breath, repeated the same action again.

The sound of steel clashing began to sound on the cliffs near the sea. The crisp sound accompanied by the howling of the sea tide gradually took on a different charm. It can't be said to be good, but it is better to last. And the price of this is that Hiko's face is getting more and more ugly, and his body is beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

The burst of 10,000 bursts of strength is enough to overdraw any person's physical strength. At the same time, 10,000 violent collisions are enough to cause any person's body to suffer heavy enough damage. And now, both of these are concentrated on Hiko.

Before he reached the tenth of the time, Hiko's body began to show symptoms of physical exhaustion. He could barely stand on his feet, and he couldn't hold the iron rod in his hand. But he still insisted on it, controlling his body with his own willpower, allowing himself to continue to perform the same repetitive work.

Although, his arm was already starting to swell. His hands were already cracked and stained with his own blood.

But he never stopped, but continued and continued. Continue until you forget how many times you've repeated. By this time, he had lost almost all consciousness, and all that was left was a firm will.

A soul that does not admit defeat is driving him to keep squeezing more strength out of his poor body. That's right, he could stop and take a moment's breather. even threw down the iron rod in his hand and denounced his father's cruelty.

But he didn't, he just held on. Persist in such self-torture and self-sharpening. Until the moment, when he completely lost his will.