The wind sounded in his ears, and Wren turned to avoid the sudden attack, and then on his tiptoes, he jumped back a little and quickly got out of the opponent's attack range.

"Commander?"

Looking at Film, who strode into the training ground, Wren raised his eyebrows slightly confused.

"How can two people improve quickly when training alone, come on, boy, let me see how much your strength has improved in the past few days?"

"Don't be the same as before, under the old man, you didn't even survive a minute!" (taunt)

The swords and shields of the film clashed, making a crisp sound, inviting the young paladin to fight.

"I can't ask for it!"

Wren grinned a big smile.

In the first few battles, whether it was facing the Grey Dwarf Brothers or the Drow Mage in the Vandalin Mine, or breaking into the Red Label Gang alone, Wren didn't feel much pressure.

But as he is about to embark on an adventurous journey, he urgently needs a catalyst to gain a deeper and clearer understanding of his physical fitness, and little by little to regain the combat skills he mastered as a legendary warrior.

And this catalyst is to face a strong opponent.

Obviously, as the head of the Holy Warrior Order of the Guardian Temple, Filin is the opponent that Wren can't ask for.

Exhaling deeply, removing all the distractions in his mind, Wren raised his hand and added a buff to himself first.

- Heroism!

- The Power of the Ox!

The old leader himself is a level 10 holy warrior, and there is also a level 5 Holy Crusader advancement, a proper high-level professional.

And Wren himself has just touched the door of the mid-level professional, and the difference in professional level between the two is too big, and Wren has no possibility of winning at all.

Without the buff, Wren doesn't know how many moves he can hold up in the opponent's hand.

But the goal of the paladin is to hold on as long as possible!

Only by squeezing himself in this way can the battle memories hidden deep in his body be awakened!

Looking at the flickering magic aura on the young man's body, the old leader's face was not shocked.

"You're almost ready, right? Come, you attack first! ”

The old regimental leader knocked on the shield in his hand.

"Then you're welcome!"

Wren pursed his lips, and with a wrong step, he burst in front of Fei Lin, holding his sword in both hands and stabbing at the other party.

Basic Swordsmanship - Thrust!

The wooden shield in Film's left hand was diagonally shielded in front of him, and while blocking Wren's sword with the side of the shield, the shield shook and deflected the direction of his attack, while the sword in his right hand bit Wren's left rib like a poisonous snake.

Crusader Swordsmanship - Snake Eat!

Fei Lin originally thought that this blow would make the young man in front of him lose his combat effectiveness as usual, but unexpectedly, Wren's thrust only used eight points of force, and he decided to defend after realizing that the attack was fruitless.

Wren exerted his arms and pulled the long sword back in front of him in an instant, and used the two-finger-wide sword body to block the silent blow of the old leader, and then with a wrong step, he turned around and came to the side and back of the old man, and the long sword in his hand came out obliquely from the bottom to the top.

"Basic swordsmanship is good."

As he commented, he handed out the wooden sword in his right hand, twisted it lightly, and effortlessly broke Wren's attack.

For such a result, Wren had already prepared, and he was not discouraged in his heart, so he raised his sword and attacked again.

On the training ground, the sound of long swords clashing was endless.

Swinging his sword again to force back a wave of Wren's onslaught, Filin nodded approvingly.

"Very good, it seems to be a bit of progress. How's that, continue no? ”

"Of course!"

Wren nodded heavily.

The fight just now seemed to be Wren's main attack and Film's main defense, but only the people involved understood that all this was an illusion.

Such a situation was deliberately formed under the guidance of the old commander, and if Rennes's offensive slowed down a little, then he would be greeted by the relentless counterattack of the Holy Warrior Commander.

However, under such pressure, more and more combat skills are awakened from memory.

Choosing to be an opponent with a high-level professional like the old leader forced Rayne's body to quickly adapt to the battle memory and transform it into combat instinct.

"Expertise."

"You have mastered the specialties of [Mastery of First Attack] and [Defending in Attack]."

Facing the high-spirited young man, the old leader's face gradually became serious.

"Be careful, next, I'm going to use seventy percent of my strength!"

As the words fell, the figure of Fei Lin ten meters away suddenly disappeared, revealing the true strength of the high-level professional.

With the explosion of the overwhelmed stone slab under his feet, he approached Wren at an astonishing speed, with a wooden shield in his left hand in front of him, and a long sword in his right hand on the shield, only revealing a short tip of the sword, and the whole person was like a heavy tank with full horsepower, "booming" towards Wren.

- Charge!

- Charge!

- Shield Strike!

- Wait for the opportunity to attack!

Even if he didn't go all out, the explosive power of the high-level fighters could be seen.

If this blow hits, Wren will have at least a few ribs broken!

Paladin's training is like that, authentic and unrelenting.

The more blood is shed on the training ground, the better life can be saved on the battlefield. As long as you don't suffer serious injuries, the priest of the temple can heal most of your injuries with divine magic.

But.

Just before his shield and sword hit their target, a silvery-white mist suddenly appeared, enveloping Wren's figure.

Lost steps?

The old leader's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he instantly judged that this was the Black Knight's Holy Oath Spell Trace Step.

This spell teleports the Black Knight to an unoccupied location within up to 30 feet that you can see.

Well, with this kid's character, the location of his teleportation is......

A judgment split second in Film's mind.

Instead of stopping the charge, he did the opposite, speeding up the charge.

As he rushed through the vanishing mist, a sword whistle came from behind him, and Wren slashed his sword into his place.

That's a fraction of a second!

Fei Lin turned around and looked at the young man who was a little regretful, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

This kind of reflex ability and mastery of his own ability are much stronger than the previous hairy boy!

I can rest assured.

Throwing the weapon onto the weapon rack not far away, Filmin clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Yes, very good. It seems that you have indeed made great progress, old man, I don't have to worry about anything. ”

Call~~

A white gas spat out of Wren's mouth.

Reaching out and wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, Wren, who had relaxed, only felt sore.

Don't look at it, it's only a few minutes, but the danger is unknown.

The old head of the regiment confronted himself and said that he only used seven points of strength, but in fact he did not have any strength left.

An old silver coin!

Wren's class level is only 5, while Film's class level is 15.

The difference in strength between the two is too great, and it is not a crime of war.

It's good that he can barely keep a tie for a few rounds.

However, although he was a little embarrassed, he managed to get his hands on two melee specialties and earned them.

Next, it's time to take a hot shower, rest for a day to adjust, and wait for news from the caravan.