In the clearing in the woods, everyone was stunned as they watched Moko cut off the trees with his sword in the air.
Richard watched from the side, his eyes flashing slightly, and thoughts racing in his mind: Moko's attack method looks like a burst of sword energy, but it is more like a wind blade - controlling the high-speed flow of air, thus showing super strong power. Cutting force. In this case, it is more like a special application of magic than swordsmanship.
At this time, Moko said calmly: "What you see is my swordsmanship, which is different from the swordsmanship I want to teach you - it is an enhanced swordsmanship combined with wind spells, and it is extremely offensive, so Only then can we defeat the real wizard."
"Teacher Moko, can I learn your magic and sword skills?" The yellow-haired boy said, showing his true purpose.
After hearing what he said, Moko looked directly at the yellow-haired boy, then glanced at everyone present, and asked aloud: "Do you all want to learn my magic and sword skills?"
They nodded in unison.
"Ha." Moko smiled, showing a smile for the first time, and then his expression turned cold again, "I can teach you, but I don't teach to idiots. If you really want to learn, then behave well. , first master the two simplest tricks I taught you before.
After completing the entire course, those who perform well can come to me and I will provide you with special coaching. How much you can learn by then is up to you.
By the way, don't forget to bring your expenses - 100 low-grade crystal coins per person - after all, I am not a doer of good deeds, I am just an ordinary teacher in this academy. Do you understand? "
Everyone nodded in unison again.
"Very good." Moko said, then pointed to the box in front of the tree next to him and said: "There are wooden swords for you to practice with. You can use them to practice the attacks and blocking I taught you. Choose your own swords. Those who practice, practice until the end of class. When the next class comes, I will check how much you have learned. Let’s get started.”
After Moko finished speaking, he walked to the side. The people standing in the open space immediately ran to the wooden box and took out a wooden sword from the wooden box.
Richard took one and it felt heavy in his hand, a bit heavier than a normal iron sword. Judging from the texture, it seems to be some kind of hickory wood. It is hard and looks more like stone than wood.
Just as Richard was thinking about it, Gro came over with a sword in his hand and said, "Your Excellency Richard, let's spar."
"Okay." Richard nodded without refusing.
The two chose a suitable position and stood still.
Gro took a stance and was about to attack when suddenly a voice called "get out of the way" sounded. With a "bang", Gro was pushed to the side.
Gro was stunned and looked at the person.
Richard also frowned and looked at the person who bumped away from Gro and stood in front of him.
He saw that he was a sturdy student nearly two meters tall, weighing about 250 kilograms, with a round waist and broad shoulders, like a living bear. The body is nearly twice the size of a normal person, but it does not appear bloated. The whole body is covered with tight and strong muscles, which is more exaggerated than most bodybuilders on the modern earth.
The other party moved slightly, and his muscles were like iron blocks bulging under the skin and connected together. Calling him a muscular man was simply insulting the other party, because the other party could definitely be called... a muscle tyrant!
A strong muscular tyrant!
Gro just glanced at it and immediately became scared.
After comparing his own body and the other person's body, he felt that his thighs might not be as thick as the other person's arms. With such an exaggerated strength gap, if he dared to express his dissatisfaction, he might be punched out by the opponent.
Even if the opponent doesn't use fists but is practicing swordsmanship with him, it's very likely that one sword strike can split his head. According to the opponent's size, unless he can learn Moko's magical swordsmanship and cut the opponent in two with one sword, there is no chance of winning no matter how hard he resists.
Thinking of this, Grotto looked at Richard.
At this time, Richard was looking at Big Muscle Ba, thinking in his mind, guessing the purpose of his visit.
The big muscle tyrant suddenly spoke up and buzzed to Richard: "Hey, kid, my name is Bucky. I think you look good. How about the two of us sparring, no problem?"
Of course there are problems.
Richard saw the other party's eyes clearly showing a strange look while he was talking, and it was obvious that he had ulterior motives.
But Richard did not refuse and said softly: "Okay." Richard was ready to see what the other party's purpose was.
"That's good." Big-muscled Bucky grinned after hearing this, showing his white teeth, smiled, and nodded, "Very good."
"I'll attack first, okay?" After laughing, Bucky was not polite at all and directly asked to go first, "I'll attack first, and you block. Block, and then attack me again. How about this cycle?"
"Okay." Richard agreed, wanting to see what the other party was going to do.
"Then I'll start." Bucky said, and he suddenly clenched a hardwood sword in his hand, making a rattling sound, and the muscles on his arm bulged rapidly.
"brush!"
"Watch the move!" Bucky shouted, swinging the wooden sword down hard.
Then…
"Snapped!"
"brush!"
Two short sounds sounded, then fell silent.
In the silence, Bucky blinked, looked at the wooden sword he had stopped in mid-air, and then looked at Richard's wooden sword across his neck. He was a little stunned and confused.
"Fa...what happened?"
"It's very simple." Richard said, "Let's practice as you said. You attack, I block, and then I fight back, but you don't block."
"This... how is this possible?" Bucky looked unbelieving, "How can your sword be so fast?"
"It's not that I'm too fast, it's that you're too slow."
"I...I don't accept it, let's do it again." Bucky gritted his teeth.
"Okay." Richard agreed.
"I will attack first this time," Bucky said.
"casual."
"Ready?"
"Ready."
"Okay, let's see what happens!"
Bucky exerted all his strength, his eyes widened, his temples bulged, and the muscles in his arms seemed to break the skin.
"brush!"
The hardwood sword fell with the sound of wind and thunder, and then...
"Snapped!"
"brush!"
A short sound sounded, and the same scene appeared again.
Bucky looked at the sword in his hand, at Richard's sword across his neck, and then at the sword in his hand with a somewhat secretive expression. He felt that there must be something wrong. It shouldn't be like this. This It was completely different from what he thought.
But there is one thing he has to admit - if the wooden sword was replaced with a real sword and the sparring turned into a real battle, then he would have been killed by Richard - twice.
this…
Big-muscled Bucky looked at Richard.
Richard looked at the other party and said slowly: "Okay, your request for sparring has been met. Can you satisfy one of my requirements now?"
"What?"
"Tell me, why are you troubling me?"
"Um, this..."