"The swordsmanship of the Sain family is enough to have a genius inheritance like mine! Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info haha!"

The conversation of that night rang in Chris's ears again.

Tears poured out uncontrollably.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever there was any difficulty, it was the elder brother called "genius" who stood up and blocked it for him, without exception.

The elder brother is a true warrior, and with his sword, he protects everything he loves - Chris, the House of Sain, the people of Nord, and in the end, even his own life.

And what about yourself?

But he only knows how to escape, and he has never really faced any difficulties.

It's time for a change!

Tears strangely stopped.

He leaned down and picked up Jesca's saber, the cold blade pressed against his face.

"You're dead!

"But you're alive!"

"The swordsmanship of the Sain family, the title of genius, the position of marshal in the future, the family, the land, the people, and everything you want to protect, are all inherited by me!"

"I'll live for you!!"

"I will not allow anyone to dare to despise me or defeat me again!

The sword and throwing knife in his hand were raised high together, and the stirring emotions erupted in the young body: "I, Chris Sain, swear here! If you violate it, the heavens will be destroyed!" The Nords come from the far northern continent, a land full of ice fields and cold winds, and have fought with the heavens and the earth for generations, and the poor mountains and rivers, fierce birds and beasts, just to be able to fight for an inch of hope of survival.

The years of struggle have made the Nords develop a resolute and heroic personality almost from birth, and even the Nords, who have moved to the paradise of Calradia for more than 50 years, still have changed this in the slightest.

And the favorite and best weapon of the aggressive Nords is the simple and direct tomahawk with amazing slashing power and wide opening and closing moves.

But no matter which famous tomahawk master in Nord territory, as long as he mentioned the swordsmanship of the Sain family, his face immediately had a look of awe.

It's just because it's simpler, more straightforward and incomparable than a tomahawk!!

"Peng" sounded, and the two figures in the dust suddenly merged and separated, piercing through the shroud of dust, and after wiping a deep trace on the ground, they stopped steadily.

The figure slowly stood up, and the slightly thin one rose slightly, like a flash of black lightning shooting straight away.

The other slightly sturdy figure could only barely raise the giant sword of the branch ground, blocking the current, as if it was hard to believe the terrifying and powerful sword move just now.

With just one move, he had already blasted his giant sword almost out of his hand, and his body was even more wounded by the vertical and horizontal sword qi of different depths.

How strong is this stinky boy!

Divalen stared intently at the twin swords that rushed towards him, and the greatsword in his hand tightened.

"Splitting the ground!" With a loud shout, Chris rose from the ground, and the power of his two swords slashed straight down, as if he wanted to tear the earth apart with manpower!

"Humph!" Divalon snorted, trying his best to get his luck up.

With a loud bang, the three swords clashed, countless sparks burst out between the swords, and the huge bombardment almost smashed Divalen's knees weak.

"Get down on my knees!" exclaimed Chris!

Without waiting for Di Valen to ventilate and counterattack, Chris actually used his waist as the axis in mid-air, spinning around like a spinning top, and the two swords one after the other, once again shook Di Valen's giant sword.

These two swords, each blow seems to have a thousand powers, like a powerful hammer, striking the last limit of Divalen!

I saw a sweetness in Divalen's mouth, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, his knees were weak, and his body sank a little, but he refused to kneel down even if he died, gritting his teeth and holding on to the majestic strength with cold sweat on his face, and the green tendons on his head burst out!

"Kneel you, mother!" Divalen slammed into his swords, finally separating Chris's swords and sweeping them away, but only touching Chris's swift backflip shadow.

"Broken ice!" Chris flipped to the ground, immediately stepped a little down, approached his side, and his two swords became wings, like the endless icicles on the North Continent Polar Ice Sea, and pressed in!

Chris's sword momentum was not only fast, but also incredibly dense, stabbing dozens of swords in an instant, and Divalen was tortured in an extreme speed as if he had fallen into an invincible cave full of ice crystal spikes!

In the midst of the sword wind, Devaren could only keep wielding his giant sword to barely resist, but his speed could not even keep up with the afterglow of Chris's sword light.

It's unbelievably strong!!

Martial arts in the world, although the moves are ever-changing, and there are countless sects, they often have something in common. Strength, speed, and angle, these three are the so-called fundamentals, and any martial arts attack is based on these three aspects.

However, these three can never be taken into account, for example, if a sword strikes with strength and the right angle, it must have enough judgment time and time to accumulate strength, and it must not be instantaneous.

Many people who practice martial arts, throughout their lives, can only achieve a small success in one of them, and being able to take care of both is already a rare strong player.

But the young man in front of him, who is known as the Last Blade, is completely above Divalen in every aspect!

If you continue like this, you will definitely lose!!

The Devaren greatsword couldn't return to the sword, and Chris's blade immediately burst into several bursts of blood on him.

Wait a minute! There's no way this guy can keep up at this sword speed all the time!!

Sure enough, after a short while, Chris's sword momentum was exhausted, and Divalen seized the opportunity to swing the giant sword, and the powerful sword light immediately tore through Chris's intertwined sword net, but Chris seemed to have expected it, and as soon as the sword momentum was retracted, it flipped back a few steps away.

", don't run!!" Divarena was willing to let go of this rare opportunity, and as soon as his body spread, the giant sword immediately drew a sharp arc of light, and chased after him!

The greatsword once again slammed down with unrivaled strength, but only the afterimage left by Chris was shattered.

How is it possible? It's just that you just received it, and you don't even need to regain your breath to make such a quick dodge!?

"I can't help myself!!" In the moment of hesitation, Chris's voice came from behind.

"Open the sky!"

Divalen turned around quickly, but his breath was not calm, and he advocated raising his sword, how could he take such a powerful move!?

Open the sky, simplify, a sword seems to be plain, but it is carried out to the strength of the strong, the silver light with the sound of wind and thunder suddenly bombarded down, vowing to cut through the world!

What Divalron's raised giant sword did not seem to stop was an ordinary iron sword, but the entire weight of heaven and earth!

The sword is exhausted, and the blood is empty!

Divalen was blasted backwards by the powerful sword force, rolling for several meters!

"As I said, you're not qualified to let me stab again. Chris raised a sword flat, a sword lowered and said coldly.

Jesca, did you see that?

It's not 100 percent, but it's very similar, right?

After practicing hard for so long, I can finally see you when I am dancing the sword.

That's right, that's your Sain swordsmanship.

You and I will never be separated!

No matter how strong the enemy is, it will be completely destroyed by the joint efforts of you and me。。。。。! Tired......

Divalen felt like a scarecrow ravaged by a ferocious storm, as if the bones, organs, and flesh of his body had been broken by the wind, and no longer belonged to him.

He struggled, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his head slightly, and could only raise his scarred right arm in a trembling manner, slightly blocking out the brilliant afterglow of the setting sun.

Ah, what a beautiful sunset, but the heat is no longer there, as if it will consume the last bit of his life at any time, and quickly sink westward.

He tried again, but could barely lift his shoulders off the ground for a moment, and then immediately lay down like a punching bag.

"Stop thinking about getting up, maybe you can still live if you lie down obediently. Chris's voice came close, close, but it was faint.

yes, why do you have to get up?

I'm tired.

I've worked hard.

Divalen's eyelids couldn't hold on any longer, and they closed heavily. "Stinky boy, don't be lazy. A rough voice came from his ears, followed by a fiery stinging pain in his ears.

"Dad?" Divalen opened his eyes and saw his long-deceased father twisting his ears vigorously, while he returned to the appearance of a child from more than twenty years ago, lazily lying in the courtyard of his home.

"Don't be lazy! The stubble on my father's face was like his current self, and he trembled slightly as his lips opened and closed.

"I'm so lazy, I'm just tired of practicing swordsmanship and lying down!" Divalen argued.

"You're so tired!?" asked my father suspiciously.

Divalen felt a sore pain in his hands and feet, and said weakly, "Yes, I'm tired." ”

"Then die!" the father suddenly picked up the iron sword he had used to practice on the ground and slashed down.

"Damn!" Divalen hurriedly rolled on the ground, avoiding the falling blade, "I'm your own son!"

"Oh, I don't remember a son as as you!" the father frowned, and pulled out the iron sword embedded in the ground, "As long as you can move, it's not too tired!"

"Then my hands are so sore and paralyzed that I can't even lift my sword, aren't you too tired to do it?" Divalen, who was weak in his hands and feet, struggled from the ground for a long time.

"If you can't practice with your hands, use your feet! If you can't practice with your feet, you bite with your mouth!! are you really unable to practice? Are you really trying your best?" The green tendons on his father's head rose up, and he angrily asked him: "As long as you still have a little strength that has not been exhausted, you can't count it as your best effort! Think about it, your goal, your ideal! And how much effort have you done for it!?"

Di Valen was stunned for a moment, and those dusty memories poured out.

Ideal..... What a distant thing。。。。。 But when you think about it, it becomes extremely clear.

The first so-called ideal is nothing more than being able to beat up John, who is bullying him all day long.

So the young Divalen challenged John over and over again, but not once was he beaten up.

When he went home for the forty-third time to bandage, he gave up, he felt that he was tired, and he had tried hard enough, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't beat the fat man John, who was two heads bigger than him, and how many people could insist on being beaten forty-three times!?

The second dream was to win the Swadia school boxing tournament in order to win the Swadia school boxing tournament when she was a student, and he more than once built the smile on Luna's face when he presented the belt in his mind.

So he trained hard every year, actively participated in all kinds of boxing competitions, and gritted his teeth and persevered no matter how hard and tired he was.

Look! I'm going to achieve what I want this time! Every day after training, he looks at his scarred fist and mutters to himself.

But victory wasn't something that could be achieved by talking to himself, yes, he lost, and he lost for six years in a row, each time in that pathetic second place, each time he was knocked out by a punch in the final round and could never get back up again, and that was his entire student career.

He was not convinced, he was not reconciled! He even deliberately did not take the entrance examination and repeated the grade for an extra year, because he wanted to fight again!

As a result, the last attempt ended the moment he fainted and fell to the ground.

He felt tired, but enough, he had done his best, anyway, Luna had already dated that rich second-generation dead fat man, John, and his tragic experience might be enough for him to reminisce for half a lifetime, right?

And there are many, many more to come, the third, fourth, and fifth ideals, all of which are the same.

Every time, after his extreme efforts, with the erosion of dissatisfaction and disappointment, the magnificent wall called ideal can only collapse in the end, leaving only a pile of ruins called Gu Ying's self-pity.

As the old saying goes: stand at thirty, and don't be confused at forty.

Di Valen has long ceased to be confused about the doubts in his life, precisely because he has long felt that failure is inevitable, and his hard work has become the best shield in the face of failure.

"I did my best" has been his mantra for so many years.

Did you really do your best!?

Father's words hit the most fragile and last line of defense in Divalen's heart.

What if not to give up after being knocked down forty-three times, but after a hundred times?

What if you don't just give up just because you've lost for six years, but spend your whole life working hard in the ring?

If... If... Too many of them surged out like bubbles under the water at once, and each bubble surged with a force of resentment, supporting Divalen's clenched fists.

"When you say you do your best, you're just trying what you think you're trying your best. His father's thick voice interrupted his confused thoughts.