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Although most of the students were sent out to build the city, a small number remained in the academy to polish their bodies and practice martial arts.

Under the scorching sun, on the wide martial arts field, Arnold was sweating like rain.

He **** upper body, lower body is only wearing a pair of shorts, only one arm is wielding a huge mace, the huge whistling with unparalleled strength around his body, the beauty that belongs to pure power is perfectly presented on him, and the fierce momentum makes people can't help but give birth to an unstoppable feeling.

He'd been waving for a long time, his body steaming, beads of sweat the size of beans running down his bronzed skin, lying over his angular face, and over the solid, rock-like muscles of his body. The perfect muscles and physique are beautiful and pleasing to the eye. If it weren't for the missing hand, it would be like a marble statue lovingly carved by a master.

After a few more swings, he stopped, and with a slight thrust, the stainless steel mace stuck into the granite floor of the martial arts arena like tofu.

"Oh, what a disciple, tired, come here, come here, drink saliva, rest. An old man, also topless, with bulging muscles on his face, stretched out his hand to greet with a smile on his face.

"I'm not tired. Arnold replied angrily.

"Don't be tired and rest, see you sweat so much, come on, come on, this is chilled coconut water, it's best to drink after practicing martial arts." With a loving look on his face, the sturdy old man picked up the cup on the table and handed it to him himself.

Grunt, Arnold's mouth was big, and the glass of coconut water was at the bottom.

"Alas, look at you, you must have suffered a lot in the southern and northern wars over the years. The sturdy old man touched the faint white marks on Arnold's body, and his heart ached.

"No, everybody was very nice to me. Arnold said dumbfoundedly.

"Alas, you are too honest and have a bad brain, and you must go wherever they tell you to go, and you go to the most dangerous places. Look at your skinny, alas. The sturdy old man sighed and stroked the solid muscles of the proud disciple's body.

"Hahaha, no, they are all very weak enemies, and they are easy to knock to death. Arnold grinned, heartless.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, now that the world is peaceful, you can stay in the academy and practice martial arts well, don't run around with that Sophie general, you have such a good talent and qualifications, you can't waste it so casually, follow me to practice hard in the future, and strive to break through the grandmaster level as soon as possible." The old man looked at Arnold and commanded.

"Ah, but, teacher, I've already broken through. As he spoke, Arnold casually slapped to the side.

"Smack!" a large sunken handprint immediately appeared on the granite floor.

"This, this, this ......" The old man opened his mouth wide, full of surprise, it was only two years, and his proud disciple had crossed three realms in a row and reached the Grandmaster realm!

The sturdy old man looked at Arnold with tears in his eyes: "Good apprentice, my good apprentice......"

Thinking of the huge price he had paid in order to fight for the few fierce fights he had fought in the beginning, he now felt that everything had paid off, and he felt extremely excited: at this rate, it is very likely that our Tower Academy will give birth to the first Martial Saint in history!

"Good apprentice, since you have reached the grandmaster level, then I will no longer hide my secrets, today, I will teach you the true secret supreme martial arts of our academy! Let's learn this "Golden Ratio Chisel Technique" first! This is a supreme hammer technique, the most powerful martial art passed down by our academy, it ......" The sturdy old man began to explain.

"Well, if you learn this, won't you be able to use a mace in the future?" Arnold said coldly.

"Oh, of course, your mace is just an ordinary inheritance-level martial art, and it can't be put on the table. Our hammer method is a real top-notch martial art, using a special chisel hammer, which can perfectly receive the increase in your strength, which is not comparable to your current mace. The sturdy old man explained.

"I want to use a mace. Arnold said with a voice and an airway.

"What's so good about this mace, it'...... Oh, I see, Arnold, don't worry, I'm sure I'll build you one that's big enough to be worthy of your chisel hammer, you don't have to worry. "The sturdy old man seems to understand something.

"I still want to use a mace. Arnold still insisted.

"Why, my hammer is so much stronger than your mace. The old man was puzzled.

"It was the young master who ordered me, and he told me to practice every day and use the mace well. ”

On the dark sea of night, covered by dark clouds and sea fog, a huge black fleet slowly moved forward, and then stopped silently in front of a small port.

A small boat sailed out of the small harbor and moved quietly through the fog by the faint light of the bow of the ship.

It slipped through the gaps of the pitch-black ships, and then came to a stop in front of a large ship wrapped in layers of skeletons.

The sticky and slippery soft ladder was lowered, and a small man in an aristocratic dress slowly climbed up the soft ladder.

Next to the ladder were a pair of white skeletons, and occasionally a few bugs could be seen flashing between the skeletons or crawling between the two hollow eye sockets.

At last, he climbed aboard the terrible ship, and under the fierce gaze of the thugs with horned helmets, he stepped on the greasy and muddy deck, and walked up the steps into the captain's quarters.

In the captain's room, a giant nearly three meters tall was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and several young girls with red fruits were serving him next to him, some of them handed the peeled fruit to his mouth, some rubbed unknown grease on him, and some ......

"Didn't your protector fail, what did you ask you to do?" the giant's voice roared like thunder.

Although his legs were a little weak, the diminutive nobleman in the short dress still settled down and looked directly at the terrifying giant: "Although for some reasons, the Lord Protector has failed, but we have not broken our muscles and bones, and when we have quelled the rebellion in the country, we will carry out a second attack." And our protector is not a man who keeps his promises, although he has not been able to completely occupy France, he has been helping you find your brother. I also found some suspicious targets, and I specially found excellent artists to draw them. ”

"Oh, that's if you have a heart, take out the portrait. The giant was noncommittal.

Unwrapping the parcel behind him, he opened the oilcloth one by one, and the five scrolls were placed in front of the giant.

"It's not. "A painting was thrown aside.

"It's not. "The second.

"It's not. "The third.

"Or not. "The fourth.

"Huh, why is this painting only half there?" asked the giant.

"That's right, this is a general of the French Revolutionary Army, he only has a left arm, he is tall, he is amazingly powerful, he is good at using a huge mace, he is a veritable killing machine on the battlefield, and it is very much in line with your description. But he was always dressed in heavy armor and wore a steel helmet that covered his entire face. Due to your request, Lord Protector specially sent a small team of masters to escort a painter to the battlefield during the battle, and paid a certain amount of casualties, knocking off his helmet so that the painter could draw his appearance. Well, but as you can see, the painter's painting was only half finished before he was crushed to death by the one-armed man's hammer. The dwarf nobleman explained in detail.

"Oh, well, where is this man now, and what is his name. The giant continued to ask.

"His name is Arnold, and he is the infantry general of the revolutionary army assault battalion, and if nothing else, he should be in Paris now"