The border city of Nolan, because it is one of the few large cities near the [Mire Border], a large number of adventurers and warriors gather here, and merchants and craftsmen who serve them also come one after another, coupled with the political support of the kingdom, this place has become a bustling city second only to the royal capital.

Because it is a gathering place for strong adventurers and warriors, it is also widely circulated in the market because of the hunting, and the materials for making various precious utensils from the body resources of the demons are also widely circulated in the market. Many favorable conditions have created a very strong martial atmosphere in the city of [Nolan].

Although they do not completely worship the law of the jungle like the demons, the humans of [Nolan] City are still bound by the laws of the kingdom, because if they are completely free from the rules and only survive by nature, they are no different from beasts. However, what is under the laws of the kingdom alone is the prowess and strength of the individual.

Nolan is a city that developed through trade, similar to the current world, most of the streets in the center of the city were the pillar industries that supported Nolan's economy, and the most prosperous trading places were set up here, the most lively auction banquets were held here, and the most precious Warcraft materials were produced here.

Of course, only the majority.

It is in the streets of the center of this bustling city that there is a quiet and distant sword dojo as if it does not belong to this world. Even if it is surrounded by hustle and bustle, it is still unmoved and solemn, just like a peach blossom paradise in the middle of the city.

Moreover, on the plaque of this swordsmanship dojo, the four big characters [Nolan Dojo] stand proudly on it. For directly using the name of the city as the name of the dojo, this is a great provocation for this city famous for its martial arts.

However, it is firmly there, and has even become a landmark of the city of Nolan.

It is entirely due to its strength and grandeur that it can stand in the most prosperous part of the city, even if the name of the city is directly quoted, so that the locals have no complaints. Even when some adventurers who looked like they were five big and three thick and strong passed through the gate of their dojo, they would slightly avoid the gaze of those who were looking inside because of the oppression of their momentum.

In the depths of the dojo, on the solid wood floor, a group of students looked like they were practicing sparring.

A girl in a white girdle with her long bright black hair simply tied in a bunch, holding a wooden sword in her hand, while facing the four men who surrounded her who were also dressed in white girdles and holding wooden swords, her cherry blossom-colored lips pursed into a line, and the gaze shot from her black crystalline eyes was serious and sharp.

The girl was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

And these men are tall and strong, and the bulge of muscles is clearly visible under the uniform, and they are obviously adult men in their twenties, and their hands holding swords are not messy at all, although they are students of the dojo, they have also undergone considerable training, and they look like they are not equal.

However, when the girl swung her sword with one hand, even if a male student held the wooden sword with both hands to block, he was still overwhelmed and fell to his knees. The attacking wooden sword took advantage of the situation to suppress the male cadet's defense and slashed his shoulder, and according to the regulations of the exercise, the male cadet lost his combat ability.

The girl burst out with incredible power with her slender arms, and in a real battle, she only needed one blow to turn out to be a good swordsman.

The remaining three male trainees attacked from three directions at the same time, and the girl held the sword in one hand, only slightly deflected her body with minimal movements, and dodged the wooden sword attacking from three directions at the same time with just the right gap. This was followed by a lightning-fast three-hit combo.

"Bang bang. The three hits were so fast that they reverberated through the silence of the dojo like a long-lasting sound. It wasn't until the three male trainees fell to the ground in pain that the onlookers let out a sound of admiration. In particular, there was a male student around the audience who praised the girls in the audience with all kinds of sentences that ordinary people would blush when they said it.

Although the girl had a disdainful look on the surface, the upturned corners of her mouth still showed that she was in a very happy mood at this time, and it was obvious that the words of praise from outside the field were still extremely useful to her.

After all, it is still from the adolescent girl of sixteen or seventeen.

This is the sword dojo run by the swordsman family - Einzbel, and the girl who has just performed well in the field is named Anya Einzbel, who is the eldest daughter of the current head of the family and the owner of the dojo.

At the same time, he is also a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius in the family.

Also wearing a white robe, with calloused hands that have held a sword for a long time, and a face with wrinkles like sword carvings, Modri is a man who seems to interpret what kind of existence a "swordsman" is.

Under the off-site supervision, his daughter's smug demeanor was still discovered by himself. So he persuaded loudly: "Anya, I have said many times that swordsmen should not be blinded by the victory in front of them, and they must always keep a normal heart. ”

The girl turned her head and stuck out her tongue mischievously at her father: "What's the matter, I won anyway." ”

"That's why I said, as a swordsman, ......"

"I know, I know, I've heard it many times. So today's practice is over, and I'm going to go out and play?"

"Wait......"

"Oh, Uncle is fine, Anya is so talented that she can move forward steadily even if she doesn't contact. The male student who had been admiring the previous big show up and persuaded Modri in such a tone - this is the senior brother of this dojo, although he is far inferior to Anya, he also has considerable strength - and then turned his head to look at Anya, "Senior sister, Seongnam has recently opened a very interesting shop, why don't we go and have a look together?"

"Okay~"

Before Mordeli could speak, the two frolicking figures quickly disappeared.

The dojo master had no choice but to sigh.

Just as the so-called geniuses have their own pride in their own reserves, Anya, who is a once-in-a-century genius, also has the pride supported by strength after learning about her talent, although this is understandable.

Anya's problem is that she is so proud that she even affects her daily practice, and if she continues like this, she will become a relatively strong ordinary person and will not be able to reach the real apex.

At least someone who could match her or surpass her talent would make her feel in danger and wouldn't have made her so idle. Modri thought to himself.

But because Anya's talent is so rare, the entire Nolan City can't find someone who matches her.

In order not to bury Anya's rare talent, as the owner of the dojo, he was meditating hard, when a commotion suddenly came from the door of the dojo.

Mordley looked up and saw something that surprised him:

A boy was approaching this side with his nimble figure avoiding everyone's obstructions. The figure was as flexible as a ghost, and many people inside and outside the dojo blocked it at the same time, occasionally touching the corner of his clothes but unable to stop it.

Anya was chasing after her from behind, holding a wooden sword and slashing at the boy at a faster speed, but three afterimages appeared in the time of one strike.

The boy seemed to be startled by the move in front of him, and dodged a little embarrassed.

But the result was avoided.

How is that possible! Mordrie exclaimed, Anya's triple attack even had to muster up his own strength to dodge, otherwise he would definitely be slashed. Even if he is already a well-known swordsmanship master.

The boy finally broke through, and when he looked up at himself, Mordley saw the boy's face clearly.

Blue eyes like blue waves, because of Fang Cai's movement slightly disturbed breathing, his facial features are delicate and picturesque. People can't help but admire: such a handsome offspring.

"Student Han Tuo," the boy bowed, "I have heard that this place is strong for a long time, and I hope to learn swordsmanship from Mr.'s teachings!"