In the afternoon, Baishi training ground.
Gray stood in the center of the training field. In various directions around him, there were seven elite castle soldiers wearing leather armor.
The seven people are about 30 years old. They are tall and burly, with muscles all over their bodies. Their khaki leather armors are bulging. Their eyes are full of energy. Their hands are covered with calluses. You can tell at a glance. He is a person who has been trained for a long time.
Although they have not practiced the blood method, their long-term rigorous training with heavy weights has given them bodies as strong as wild beasts. Ordinary strong men, three to five people, are no match for them.
"drink… "
Suddenly, seven people roared and rushed towards Gray. Two of them were closest to Gray and were the first to approach him.
One of them jumped forward, and a fist as big as a sandbag came out from in front of him and hit Gray's chest.
The other person raised his leg while running, and swept his leg towards Gray's head, making a whirring sound.
Snapped!
Faced with the punches and kicks from the two men, Gray stepped forward instead of retreating. He punched out his chest with both hands at the same time, facing the punches and kicks respectively.
boom! boom!
With two muffled sounds, two strong men who were obviously bigger than Gray flew backwards, directly smashing the two strong men who rushed towards Gray from the front, and turned them into rolling gourds.
call! call!
But at this time, there were several sounds of wind coming from behind Gray, but it was three people who pounced on Gray from behind, and they all attacked Gray.
Uh-huh!
Gray dwarfed and allowed the three attacks to pass over his head. Then he took a half step back and knocked back with his two elbows like a bow.
Bang, bang!
There were two more muffled sounds, and two of the three strong men who attacked him from behind were hit hard on the chest and flew backwards.
But Gray suddenly turned aside, dodging the sweep of an arm from the left direction, taking a step to the left and punching out, and the last strong man was also punched out by him.
"Ouch, ouch..."
Suddenly, the seven strong men who were attacking him all fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.
The power of Gray's attack was naturally greater than that of the seven strong men. The seven were hit so hard that they almost vomited out their guts. In a short period of time, they could not get up at all.
In fact, this was already reserved by Gray. Otherwise, with Gray's current punching power, it would be strange to keep breaking a few bones.
"Not bad… "
Next to the training ground, Viscount Fergus, Bernal, Ellis, and Caroline were all there, watching the whole battle between Gray and the seven strong men.
Seeing Gray defeating seven strong men in a very short period of time, without any sloppiness in the whole process, Viscount Fergus said with great satisfaction.
In the past two months, Viscount Fergus would gather the four Grays together from time to time and use the castle soldiers to test the four's actual combat abilities. Occasionally, he would also go on stage to test the four Grays himself.
In this process, Gray's fighting talent became more and more prominent. In almost every actual battle, he could see obvious improvement in his fighting ability.
"Gray is getting more and more powerful. I'm afraid that after a while, I won't be his match."
Bernal sighed.
He watched Gray's growth before his eyes, and sometimes he couldn't help but think that with Gray's talent, if he inherited the title, he might really be able to take the Fergus family a step further and become an earl family.
"Impossible, it's still too early for him to catch up with you, eldest brother!"
Ellis curled his lips in disbelief.
"It's possible. His fighting skills should have surpassed mine. Although I am a mid-level blood warrior, don't forget his training speed."
Bernal smiled bitterly.
After hearing Bernal's words, Ellis was silent. With Gray's training speed, it was certain that he would surpass Bernal, and he would have been surpassed.
Of course, neither of them knew that Gray was now a mid-level blood warrior. Otherwise, it would not be "in a while", but he would no longer be an opponent.
They are both mid-level blood warriors, and with the fact that Bernal has stronger fighting skills than Gray now, it is difficult for Bernal to have a chance of winning.
Caroline didn't speak, but the slight surprise in her eyes revealed her surprise at Gray's growth rate.
At this time, Gray came over, and several people sat in the pavilion next to them to rest.
Gray was the last to participate in the actual battle. Before that, Bernal, Ellis, and Caroline had all fought against the castle soldiers.
The maid brought freshly squeezed juice and fluffy pastries baked by the castle chef. Gray stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth, and then took a big sip of the delicious juice, feeling instantly refreshed.
When it comes to meals, Gray doesn't dare to behave too abnormally, doesn't dare to eat openly, and basically doesn't get enough every time.
But he came up with another way to fill his stomach, and there was dessert over there.
He consumes a large amount of desserts every day, using this method to fill his stomach. Thanks to this, the castle's monthly dessert consumption has almost caught up with the consumption in the past two months.
Mrs. Milan inquired once and found out that most of them had been eaten by Gray. There was nothing more to say. Considering how much Gray was valued by Viscount Fergus in the castle, it would be unreasonable for him to complain to Viscount Fergus for such a small amount of dessert. It's really asking for trouble.
"Gray, you should be able to complete the first posture of the third Blood Technique now, right?"
Looking at Gray who kept stuffing desserts into his mouth, Viscount Fergus asked with a faint smile.
"Uh, yeah."
Gray hesitated slightly whether to tell Viscount Fergus that he was already a mid-level blood warrior.
"The practice of the second posture has begun!"
But he soon decided not to talk about it for the time being. In just a few months, his strength increased from a low-level blood warrior to a mid-level blood warrior. This kind of thing is really shocking to the world.
Before he could figure out what kind of transformation he was undergoing, and whether it was controllable, he decided not to talk about it for the time being.
Moreover, now that he is very popular with Viscount Fergus, he does not need to expose the mid-level blood warrior in order to increase his weight in Viscount Fergus' heart.
"Okay, great, you didn't disappoint me!"
But even this "cultivation speed" with a lot of concealment still made Viscount Fergus extremely satisfied, and the smile on his face became even wider.
Bernal, Ellis, and Caroline had different expressions on their faces, but they were definitely surprised in their hearts.
"How is it possible that I was able to persist until the fourth minute when he had completed the first training posture?"
Among them, Ellis was the most shocked.
His current first practice posture of the third Blood Technique has only improved from three minutes to four minutes, but Gray has been able to complete the first practice posture of the third Blood Technique. It is conceivable that the practice speed is convenient, and he The gap with Gray is huge.
While shocked, he couldn't help but feel deep jealousy in his heart, why was this cultivation talent not his own? It would be great if he had this cultivation talent.
"With Gray's current training speed, it should be no problem to reach the mid-level blood warrior by the time he turns 18."
Bernal said with mixed emotions of envy and sigh.
"Haha, it seems I have to prepare the red blood horse in advance!"
Viscount Fergus laughed heartily.
A red-blooded horse is almost equivalent to half a year's tax revenue from the territory, but compared with the potential that Gray has shown now, it is not worth mentioning at all.
Besides, they had received a lot of compensation from the Oliver family, so it was more than enough to buy a red-blooded horse.
"Then father, you have to prepare early."
Gray couldn't help but smile and chuckled.
He was naturally very excited about a horse with a speed comparable to that of a ferocious blood beast. He almost couldn't help but show off the strength of a mid-level blood warrior and asked Viscount Fergus to buy the horse back as soon as possible, but he couldn't bear it. .
After all, he is an adult and must not be driven by immediate interests. He must consider the long term. It is not appropriate for him to show his strength as a mid-level blood warrior now.
Snap, snap!
In the distance, on the stone corridor leading to the training ground, two people were walking towards this side.
One of them, wearing a brown battle uniform and a goatee, was Lord Linde.
The other person was an old man wearing dusty clothes. Judging from his attire, he should be a civilian, but it was unclear why he appeared here.
"Commander Linde, who is this person?"
Seeing the two people approaching, Viscount Fergus asked.
"This man is the village chief of Giethoorn. He said he had something important to report to you, so I brought him here."
After Lord Linde answered, he said to the old man again.
"This is the Viscount!"
"I have met the Viscount!"
After hearing Lord Linde's words, the old man plopped down, knelt on the ground, and said nervously.
In this world, aristocratic etiquette is a etiquette that can only be performed by the noble class and people with status. Generally speaking, ordinary civilians must kneel down on their knees after seeing a noble.
"Get up, do you have anything important to report?"
The smile on Viscount Fergus's face has disappeared, and he has returned to his usual aloofness. He looked at the old man lightly and said.
The old man stood up fearfully and said in a nervous voice.
"Lord Viscount, please...please save...our Giethoorn..."
Perhaps because of nervousness, the other party kept saying the same words over and over again, but never got to the point. Viscount Fergus interrupted slightly impatiently.
"Tell me clearly, what happened in Giethoorn?"
"Yes Yes."
The old man nodded vigorously and said quickly.
"Lord Viscount, since a month ago, wild beasts have been coming out of the forest to attack villagers. So far, more than 30 villagers have died."
"We really have no choice. Lord Viscount, please save us. If this continues, everyone in the village will die!"
(End of chapter)