In the early morning, Serinda, wearing leather armor and holding a long sword, walked into the training ground outside the castle.
Although it is called a martial arts training ground, it is actually more like an open space at the edge of a forest. Several wooden stakes and targets are erected in the venue, and a simple wooden fence is built around it to prevent outsiders from accidentally entering.
To her surprise, strange slogans were heard in the usually deserted martial arts arena. Nearly twenty soldiers brought by Xiao Chen were lined up in a row and doing some stop-and-go movements under the slogans.
Although Serinda had been with Xiao Chen and his party for a long time, she had never really seen these warriors train. In her opinion, the knights' battles were more of a reflection of their personal martial arts, and lining up was the job of low-level soldiers. These weak guys had to stand shoulder to shoulder to arouse a little courage. As for the way to make them line up neatly, it was also very simple, just use a whip. However, such a team was almost ineffective in front of a powerful warrior or wizard, whether it was an explosion of fighting spirit or a magical attack, they could quickly collapse.
However, this team from Montenegro was very strange. Several people who clearly exuded the aura of strength in their every move actually lined up with some ordinary soldiers, turning left and right, and doing many movements that were completely useless in combat.
Even the strong ones had to obey orders? Would this make them more powerful on the battlefield? Serinda was not sure, but she understood at least one thing: these people must be very willing to listen to Xiao Chen's words before they were willing to be manipulated in an open space.
Next to these people, there was a girl holding a silver-white spear, practicing her spear skills alone. The white spear was very simple in style, and in the girl's hand it was like a white dragon, nimbly and quickly shuttling through the air.
Serinda looked at it carefully for a while and found that the idea of this shooting technique was very ingenious, but it was very different from the shooting techniques circulated in the kingdom.
When the girl finished a routine, Serinda walked up to her and said, "I've never seen you before. You have pretty good skills."
"Ye Zi. But I recognize you, Sir Serinda. You and Li Jia are very close. I have seen you together several times when I was on duty at Black Mountain Castle." Ye Zi leaned his spear on the ground, took a towel from the fence beside him, and wiped the sweat off his face.
Serinda smiled and said, "I was really blind. I didn't realize that such a master was near me. I was in a hurry last time and didn't have time to meet all of you masters one by one. I am lucky to meet you again now."
"I'm not a strong man, and my fighting spirit has only been stimulated for a short time." Ye Zi told the truth.
"Most adventurers will always brag about their strength, and try to scare off the enemy with their words. Or at least they will try to be secretive and not want to reveal their strength. There are many who are as direct as you." Serinda leaned against the fence, gently stroking the hilt of the sword.
"I'm not an adventurer, and I don't need to lie to you. I don't like that. I only have a little bit of fighting spirit, and a hundred words won't make it grow a little bit." Ye Zi continued to hang the towel on the fence, and leaned against the fence, looking at Serinda generously.
Serinda smiled, and in the morning light, the smile was dyed golden. She suddenly admired the girl in front of her. It seemed that she didn't need any extra effort to talk to her. "A little bit of fighting spirit is enough to make a difference between a person and an ordinary warrior. I couldn't do that, so I could only use some simple magic to help me fight. You are on the right path at such a young age. It's not easy."
"The right path?" The fighting spirits of Ye Zi and Ji Yijun were all evolved from their own internal martial arts on Earth. In fact, they had no clear understanding of the power of this world. Now that someone was willing to talk about it, she naturally listened carefully.
"Don't you know? Only by training the power of magic or fighting spirit to the extreme can one embark on the road to the holy realm. Other side doors do not have such an opportunity, such as me. I am not talented in magic and am not qualified to pursue the great road of magic."
"What is the holy land?" Ye Zi couldn't help but ask.
As expected, I don't understand anything. Serinda thought to herself that it seems that the Black Mountain Castle has a weak inheritance of fighting spirit. She pondered for a moment and said, "The Holy Land is the highest realm that mortals can reach. Breaking through the Holy Land is the realm of God. Take you for example. Your fighting spirit has just been generated. Once you pass through the three stages of fighting spirit spreading throughout the body, fighting spirit gathering and fighting spirit leaving the body, you will be qualified to touch the threshold of the Holy Land."
"I just used my fighting spirit a little bit, and I already felt that I was much stronger. If I could reach the Saint Realm..."
"They will be very powerful. Even if there are a hundred of you, you will not be a match for a Saint Realm expert. However, to reach that level, the difficulty is unimaginable. As far as I know, there are only a few human Saint Realm experts in the entire continent." Serinda said with some yearning.
"Who are they?"
"The Kingdom has Void Saint Saso and Thousand-foot Sword Saint Benegas, the Empire has Silent Praise Morales and Glacier Walker Celia, the Southern City-State has Light Assassin Kyros, the Northern Desert has Wolf King Green Fang and Lion King Silver Mane, and the four highest-ranking Golden Branch Priests of the Temple of Nature. As for those in secret, there may be a few more among the restless believers of the Ancient Gods, the secret guardians of the major forces, and the secluded Mage Tower."
"How can I become that strong?"
Serinda burst out laughing. She now liked this simple girl more and more. "Fight, keep fighting and understanding, maybe one day you will reach the other side."
So she drew her sword.
Ye Zi also raised the gun in his hand.
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Serinda walked in the corridor of the castle, her right hand suspended above her left forearm, silently chanting a spell. Under the faint green light from the palm of her right hand, she could see a bloody wound more than ten centimeters long on her left arm.
In the previous fight, although she narrowly defeated the opponent with her rich experience, Ye Zi's spear still left a wound on her body.
But she enjoyed the fight very much. Ye Zi was a very pure person, and the feeling of fighting with her was equally pure. It was just about fighting and fighting, and knocking the opponent down with all possible methods.
By the time Serinda reached the door of her room, the wound had already begun to clot and the bleeding had stopped. She pushed the door open, but stopped because there was a person she hated standing by the window sill of her room.
"Dear little Serinda, I just watched the competition from here. You still have a lot to learn." Count Carlos said with a smile.
"Get out!" Serinda seemed to not want to say anything to him at all.
"You are still so energetic, my child." The count habitually ignored her attitude, "However, I came here today because I had something to discuss with you. If you are not in a good mood, we can wait until next time."
Serinda stood in the doorway without saying a word.
"Okay, okay." The Earl shrugged and slowly moved towards the door. When he reached the door, he suddenly sighed and said, "I wonder if Li Jia is crying or laughing now?"
“Speak!” Serinda shouted.
The earl raised his lips and turned around, "I talked to Xiao Chen yesterday and planned to marry you to him."
Serinda's face darkened. She looked at the Count, as if trying to determine whether this was a fact or a bad joke. "You want to dictate my marriage?"
"Isn't this the custom in the kingdom? The father is responsible for his daughter's lifelong affairs?" The count looked innocent.
"Other people have nothing to do with me. We don't believe in that in our family, because you are you and I am me." Serinda said firmly.
"Xiao Chen is a very good candidate. He is powerful, has a strong background, and looks decent. He is much more mature than that kid Li Jia. I know what you have been planning. Haven't you always wanted to win honor for your family? You admit that the magicians in their lineage have unlimited potential, right? This is your best chance."
"Whose idea was it to let Xiao Chen replace Li Jia? You or that Xiao Chen?" Serinda stopped casting healing magic with her right hand and placed it on the hilt of the sword.
"This kind of thing can only be negotiated if both parties are interested..."
"You guys have made this decision behind my back?" Serinda raised her head slightly and looked at her father sideways with a look of contempt.
"That's right!" replied the count.
With a clang, Serinda drew out her sword, turned around and walked out.
The count was caught off guard. He shouted after him, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
"I don't like your deal. So I want to cancel it." Serinda replied coldly.
"Then what are you doing with a sword?"
"Kill Xiao Chen, and the deal will be canceled."
The Count suddenly rushed in front of Serinda and stretched out his hand to block her. Serinda did not show any weakness and put the tip of the sword to his nose.
"Okay, okay. You win." The Earl said lazily, as if he didn't see the sword. "Well, you have to know that negotiation is a test of various kinds. This is just one of the test methods. Although we all think that marriage is a good idea, Xiao Chen still thinks Li Jia is more suitable. He also promised me that he would let Li Jia improve her strength in a short time and become worthy of you. However, I think this shrewd guy must have seen through your true nature. Under this beautiful appearance, there is a heart of a Tyrannosaurus Rex."
"Ouch!" When Serinda sheathed the sword, the Earl screamed. A shallow sword scratch appeared on the tip of his nose. He wiped it with his hand and blood oozed out, "My face!"
“Oh, I hurt my hand earlier, it was a mistake!” Serinda shook her hand and said, “But having more scars on your face will make you look more manly.”
The Count looked at her resentfully with an expression as if to say, "Do you think I don't know that it is your left hand that is injured?"
Serinda walked into the room and slammed the door without saying anything.