Without much thought, An Ling agreed to the proposal to go to the martial arts hall with Talia.

One is because the two of them are really bored and have nowhere to go, and the other is that An Ling has really never been to a place like the martial arts hall, and it is happy to go over and see it. The third is the study of swordsmanship, An Ling never rejects it.

Two days ago, when he used the holy sword to fight the Kraken, An Ling felt it, his attack sword moves were dry and stiff like, and he was the one who was sprayed with iron in the martial arts scene.

A sense of magnificence and fluidity is what An Ling needs most in battle at the moment.

After enjoying their drinks in the drink shop, An Ling and Talia ran hand in hand to a place three blocks away and walked into a large martial arts hall with a good scale.

This martial arts hall is not what An Ling imagined, it is the kind of ancient times where a master and a group of apprentices practice martial arts on a wooden floor. Instead, it's more like a club close to modernity, or an entertainment commercial gymnasium.

The pavilion rents out a special place for warriors to practice martial arts, ensuring absolute quiet, comfort and spaciousness, as well as renting out a variety of equipment, weapons, protective gear and other tools. Of course, if necessary, there are also professional staff to provide sparring, fighting, and teaching.

This strong commercial flavor gave Anling a new understanding of the degree of civilization in this world.

There are still various kingdoms, empires, and there are still princes and nobles in the world. But in this magical society, you don't feel like you're in ancient times.

For the various services that the martial arts hall can provide, Talia only rented a venue and a small number of props. I don't need to teach anything else.

Even because the two of them were wearing the costumes of mercenary warriors, they didn't even need to change their clothes, and they could start directly after entering the venue.

"What are you going to play, Talia."

An Ling shook the wooden sword with the size of the big sword in his hand and asked Talia in front of him.

"Let's practice swordsmanship first, An Ling." Talia shook a beautiful sword flower with the wooden sword in her hand and said, "Don't use magic power, don't use too much strength, we just don't have any special strength on our bodies, just do swordsmanship games, how about it?" ”

"Yes. But I'm going to lose badly. ”

An Ling scratched his head, revealing a little naïve.

"There is no winning or losing, Anling, only games."

Talia swung and attacked directly with a long sword in her hand.

An Ling blinked, and slowly raised his big sword in his hand to make a parry posture.

The corners of Taria's mouth hooked up a handsome smile, and the long sword in her hand suddenly changed its move, from straight to upward, flexibly bypassing An Ling's big sword block, and hitting An Ling's left abdomen.

"Ah~I'm hurt~"

An Ling shrugged his shoulders with a smile and put down the big sword in his hand.

Talia snorted, then said with a smile: "The problem is too big An Ling, how exactly did you fight before?" Like a wooden man. You're not kidding me, are you? ”

"How?"

An Ling blinked and asked sincerely.

"It's ......"

Talia organized her language a little and said, "It's just that you have to keep moving when you're fighting, Anling, this is the most basic, and you can stand in place like this." ”

"Keep moving, keep guessing, keep planning, react at any time. That's what it's all about. ”

"I didn't even notice it when I taught you the basic sword style before, but now I know it in actual combat, you seem to be stupid."

"Haha~"

An Ling laughed twice and did not refute. He didn't expect that just one round would make Talia crack and say so many words.

To be honest, the demons in the abyss are basically brainless, and most of the battles are the most brutal and brutal bloody hand-to-hand combat, and the most simple and pure power catharsis.

Of course, demons like succubus, shadow demon, and blade demon are the skills of fighting, and they are only a small part of the abyss, and An Ling also belonged to the former when he was in the abyss.

"I'll try to move when I learn."

An Ling squinted and smiled, a little more serious, and his footsteps moved on the ground.

He was a little silly just now, and he really took it as fun, and he didn't take it too seriously.

"Then come again!"

Talia let out a loud shout, and the long sword in her hand once again attacked An Ling's side with great momentum.

……

Before I knew it, half a day had passed, and Talia was sitting on the sturdy wooden floor of the venue panting slightly, with beads of sweat on her head and a happy face.

An Ling is in the same state as before, no different from before.

"Hahaha, An Ling, I didn't expect you to be so stupid when you fought."

The red-haired girl laughed and mocked, showing indescribable happiness.

In the countless rounds of sparring just now, it was basically An Ling who was beaten and suffered. Talia simply won the game, the more she fought, the happier she became, and the more she fought, the more proud she became.

This is natural, her swordsmanship must be much higher than An Ling's.

Of course, in the process, An Ling also learned a lot of useful combat skills and knowledge, although I feel that that knowledge may not be useful to me, but it can make my future combat movements smoother.

"Are you tired, Talia?"

An Ling asked the red-haired girl on the ground with a wooden sword.

Talia smiled, shook her head and said, "I'm not tired, I'm just too excited and happy." It's just a little hot. ”

After speaking, she frowned, and then directly took off her windbreaker and blouse, and only a corset was left on her white, tender and smooth upper body.

She looked at the fine beads of sweat on her skin, and said to An Ling with a smile, "Help me bring a towel." ”

Talia has not been completely naked in front of An Ling, but she has not talked about any girlish reserve for a long time. It's a trivial level like this.

An Ling had long been accustomed to this, and after answering, he turned around and handed Talia a a soft and dry white towel.

Talia took the towel, comfortably wiped the sweat beads on her body, and didn't put on the clothes she took off, so she stood up directly and came to An Ling.

"Give me another shoulder rub."

She suddenly turned her back to An Ling.

An Ling tilted his head and asked, "Didn't you say that you weren't tired?" ”

A silver warrior, there is no reason why such a little strenuous activity will feel class.

"Hmm......"

Talia snorted, turned her head to look at An Ling's incomparably clear eyes, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth helplessly.

"I'm feeling a little sick, can't I?"

"Okay."

An Ling didn't argue, he didn't care to raise his hand and rub it on Taria's smooth and soft shoulders.

He is not a professional masseur, and the massage does not talk about any muscle relaxation and techniques, but only massages the red-haired girl with the general impression in his understanding.

But even so, Talia squinted her eyes comfortably as if she had eaten honey, and even tilted her head, and directly pressed her face to the back of An Ling's hand.