"Blood energy is a kind of energy that is unique to the blood clan. It has various uses such as speeding up the body's recovery and delaying aging. This energy mainly comes from the nutrients extracted from the blood after the blood clan sucks the blood of others. If you advance to the Baron, you can also use the batwing to extract energy from the moonlight. ”

"However, before entering the Viscount, most of the Bloods extracted very little energy from the moonlight. Therefore, many blood clans would rather absorb excellent blood, after all, sucking blood is a pleasure for blood clans, and absorbing moonlight is too troublesome. ”

Hannah turned around, looked at Dylan, who was doing push-ups with three fingers, and said expressionlessly, "Do you remember what I said?"

Dylan's face was full of bruises at this time, because of excessive exertion, he had already revealed the true nature of the blood clan, a pair of red eyes were round, and his fangs were clenched tightly. After twelve hours of intense training, he had reached the limit of his body.

At this time, a trace of blood energy was slowly flowing in his body, providing him with an endless stream of strength, if it weren't for this blood energy, he would have fallen long ago. Time passed minute by minute, and the blood energy was slowly consumed, and finally ······

Poof!

Dylan's body fell to the ground, and his nose ached from the hard ground of the valley. After his blood energy was exhausted, he felt that his energy was hollowed out, and the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

At this time, he was like a pedestrian who had been walking in the desert for a long time and was about to dehydrate, and he was very uncomfortable.

Dylan turned his head, stared at the snow-white Hannah with a pair of dead fish eyes, and said: "I remember everything, but what does it have to do with blood energy when you give me physical training? According to what you said, blood energy can be produced by absorbing blood, and blood energy can also be produced by absorbing external energy, but this kind of training will only drain my blood." ”

"It has nothing to do with blood energy" Hannah glanced at Dylan coldly, then turned around and said, "High-intensity workouts are for you to learn to use the strength of your body. Before you are proficient in using dark magic, learn to use your own power so that your life can be more secure when you fight your enemies in the future. ”

"Well, you have a point, I'm speechless. ”

Hannah turned around and walked outside, leaving behind: "Rest for half an hour, and after half an hour you will receive actual combat training." ”

Dylan just lay on the ground and slept motionless for half an hour. Half an hour later, the butler's biological alarm went off, and Dylan rolled over from the ground and stood up. He shouted in his head: "Butler, check my current attributes." ”

Ding, "The host's current attributes are as follows, strength 3.2, speed 4.1, constitution 3.9, mental power 5.1, blood energy 2.0 is now in a state of fatigue, and the housekeeper recommends stopping exercise temporarily." There is a large amount of blood energy in the host's heart that has not fused, and the fusion progress is sixteen%, please continue the host's efforts. ”

The training during this period was not without gains, and in Dylan's heart, there was already a lot of blood energy. This blood can be absorbed and utilized by the body little by little with daily exercise. With this kind of intense training, my strength is growing rapidly.

"My current strength shouldn't be much worse than that of the baron. ”

Just as Dylan was muttering to himself, a cold voice came from behind him: "If you want to know how much your strength is worse than the baron, just try it." ”

Dylan turned his head and saw Hannah standing a short distance behind him with two large swords in his hands, looking at him with a blank expression.

Dylan pursed his lips, and before he could speak, Hannah suddenly threw one of her swords at him. As soon as Dylan took his sword, he saw Hannah draw his sword and slash at him. He didn't have time to draw his sword, and took Hannah's blow with the scabbard.

This blow was extremely powerful, and Dylan, who took this move, his hands were shocked to the point that his mouth was cracked and his arms were numb. Hannah then kicked Dylan in the abdomen, sending Dylan flying upside down until he stopped at the wall.

This series of offensives came so fast that Dylan couldn't react at all.

For an ordinary person in this world, the strength of the data is about 0.3 to 0.5. And the strength that Dylan and Hannah are showing now is five to ten times that of ordinary people, but fortunately, the blood clan's body is strong. Otherwise, just with this kick just now, you can even kick through the steel plate when you kick it, and you won't kick out the big hole when you kick it to the stomach of ordinary people.

Is this the strength of the baron? Looks like I still have the practice. Dylan wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm.

On the other side, Hannah still looked calm and breezy, as if to say, you fell before I could use any force. Dylan looked at her, yelled and pounced, and was kicked away again (300 words are omitted here).

An hour later, leaving Dylan slumped on the ground, Hannah threw down her greatsword and turned to leave the training room. There is only one sentence left in the air, and the training will continue tomorrow.

············ Half a month later

In the training room, two figures danced back and forth on the ground. In the confined space, only a series of clanging and weapons could be heard in the ears, and the specific fighting plot could not be seen clearly.

It can be seen how fast the two fight.

Zou Ran, the two figures separated, and Hannah and Dylan stood face to face. In the past month, Dylan used the butler to collect all the details of Hannah's movements and moves. Whatever she was going to do, the butler would inform Dylan in his head.

If it weren't for Hannah's speed being faster than Dylan's, I believe Hannah would have been taken down at this time.

Under the impression of the kerosene lamp on the wall of the training room, Hannah's originally beautiful face became even more serious. A pair of blue eyes like ice crystals, exuding a cold light, stared at the man opposite. The tall and well-proportioned body is tightly contracted, like a predatory beast, ready to burst out at any moment.

She swore she had never seen such a person in her lifetime, and he seemed to have seen through my movements. But how is this possible? Even if they are born pure-blooded nobles and geniuses with excellent qualifications, they can advance quickly, and they can have stronger blood energy than their blood clans of the same level.

But it is impossible to go from a layman who has no foundation to a warrior like me who has gone through countless bloody battles in such a short period of time. This is the accumulation of combat experience, not something that can be replaced by talent. If talent can really replace experience, then what's the point of my accumulation over the years.

Hannah bit her lip with her teeth, the look in her eyes shifting.

Of course, Dylan didn't know what Hannah was thinking, and what he saw with his eyes now had become a three-dimensional infographic. The floor of the training room, all the obstacles, the height, weight, strength, speed, and way of attacking the enemy, everything has been turned into data.

Now he is like a 23rd century super observatory, all the enemy's actions are in this state, and the butler chip plays the role of a tactical computer at this time, providing Dylan with all the solutions. As long as the enemy's eyes move and his muscles tremble, he can instantly predict the opponent's next move.

Fighting depends not only on blood, but also on wisdom.

After a long confrontation, Hannah suddenly broke the ice and smiled, as if the glacier was broken, the cold snow lotus bloomed, and the winter sun shone down the sky, and the tense atmosphere in the training room was instantly relieved. Such a dazzling smile made Dylan look in a trance.

Just as Dylan was indulging in her cold smile, Hannah suddenly burst out with a strong momentum and attacked Dylan. This momentum is extremely oppressive, and under this momentum, Dylan seems to be covered in ice, completely unable to move.

As a woman, Hannah's charm at the moment is extremely strong, but as an enemy, the sense of danger she brings to Dylan at this time is no less than that of the white dragon. Dylan tried desperately to struggle at this time, but he couldn't move at all, and the pressure from the baron was like a mountain, and it was difficult for him to breathe.

Is this baron-level prestige?

I don't know how long it took, but by the time Dylan came to his senses, Hannah had already left the training room. Leaving Dylan alone, he collapsed to the ground with all his strength out of his body.