Chapter 181: Episode 59. The Battleground of the Sword (4)
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Shaak, shaak, shaak...…!
He swung the sword only once for exactly five hours. The ten thousand bells were exactly the same at the beginning and end, and Garmund couldn't keep his mouth shut for a while.
"Whoo, done."
Jean said, shaking off the sweat on her bangs.
Tantel, who said he would go back first, stood there and watched the bell-beating. When he swung about 3,000 times, he also visited the Myeongwang people who made a fuss at the gate of the temple yesterday and began to look around.
When it was over 5,000 times, Garmund's face turned gray, and when it was over seven thousand times, it was cold sweat.
At last when the ten thousand were over, Garmund had no choice but to admit that he had been looking down on Jean.
It was a real embarrassment to him.
'I didn't expect you to do it. In this case......I've never thought about it. What do I do?'
Wow!
Whether or not they knew the feelings of Garmund, the Ming royalty gathered nearby were shouting. Most of the warriors were in different positions than the kings of the war of jumping.
They were hoping that the victor, who appeared a thousand years after Themeer, would somehow make a triumph. Even so, they want to confirm that their stopped time is not very pointless.
"Why don't you say anything, Garmund?"
When Jin smiled, Garmund coughed in vain. Hmph, hmhhhm-hmm! Although the other brothers were so happy, he was embarrassed to wish to fail alone.
"Good... ..good. I didn't expect you to do this well."
"No, what I need to hear is not such a lukewarm compliment."
"Hung! Then what am I supposed to say?"
"Please acknowledge that I am ready to be taught by you. Directly."
Jin does not provoke Garmund without thinking.
All the ordinary warriors who stood by and watched were Jin's "belief corners." Jean had been feeling Garmund had been looking at their wits for a while.
Garmund is a particularly close brotherly figure among the Ming royal family. And if he doesn't admit Jean now, his onlookers brothers will feel great disappointment.
"Chet, good! I admit it, Jean Looncandel. You are a man who is ready to receive the vision of the sword from me Garmund, king of Paltu of the great Ming dynasty."
"Oh! That's wonderful, Brother Paltu!"
"King Paltu, Brother Garmund! Brothers Garmund!"
When ordinary warriors chanted Garmund's name with one mouth, Garmund blushed shyly. The heart, too, seemed to have something to do with emotion.
"Come on, everybody get out of here. We need to start training.”
The retreating Ming dynasty raised their thumbs or cheered. I waved my hand at them as much as I could to thank them for their progress.
Again, only two people, Jin and Garmund, were left in the training camp.
"How old are you, victor?"
"Sixteen. You'll be seventeen after December."
Garmund's eyes grew bigger.
If he were 16, not many of the Ming dynasty would have been able to do the same as Jin. Jean has already entered the realm of the Simgum.
'Now I'm interested.’
Sreung!
Garmund gently pulled out the sword.
"Is this a sparrow?”
"Khehehe, you're very high on yourself. It's only possible when you're in a certain class."
Jin was not able to gauge the fighting spirit and the fighting spirit at all.
"What's the gap between you and me?"
"You can't even make my sword move."
As soon as the horse fell, Jean stabbed Garmund in the neck.
Chaeng!
Flames flashed from Garmund's eyes, which were blocked with ease by the sword.
"What are you doing?"
"You said you couldn't move the sword, so I tested it to see if it was possible. But it'sir. Didn't you just lift the sword?"
Garmund's face crumpled. There was a succession of embarrassment, embarrassment, and sheer embarrassment.
'If he can't answer, I was going to tell him to hit my sword once...….’
It was.
When Garmund said, 'You can't make my sword move,' it was a story of power. There will be no more transcendent fighters, no one need to move their swords when they stop Qin's attack.
"... ...I didn't mean that, but that no matter how hard you hit, there would be no movement in my sword.”
"Ah, did you mean that? Somehow, I thought something was wrong. I didn't understand your deep meaning.”
Of course, Jean knew what Garmund meant by that.
I just wanted to embarrass him. There's nothing wrong with leaving a strong impression.
'More than anything, you're a little bit of a teasing old man.'
Jean didn't hate the Garmund sort.
"Well, try again anyway. Don't go after me, go after my sword."
"Okay."
Stretching one foot forward, he swung an elixir.
Yay!
'Oh....!'
This time, I couldn't help but admire Jindo sincerely.
'It looks like he hit the wall, not the sword! I don't think it's just because of his great strength.’
I didn't wear an auror, but it's a pretty hard blow. But without even the black labyrinth of Garmunde, the shape stretched out along his hand.
Naturally Garmund's posture was not disturbed at all. Jin, on the other hand, lost his balance for a while after bouncing back.
Hoot!
Garmund blew his nose as if he knew it would.
"Didn't you tell me, you can't make my sword move yet."
"I'll try again."
"Have a go at it."
Jean, who stepped down, gathered her breath.
Then he closed his eyes for a moment and focused his mind. The blue ore that rose from the grip of the hand was tightly wound around the elixir.
Whoo!
This time, it was a sincere inspection.
It was also a blow that could not be used in practice. What kind of enemy would wait for him to close his eyes and concentrate his mind?
Yay!
As soon as the sword and the sword struck, a roaring roar spread.
But Garmund's sword was unshakable, and Jean bounced about half a step and rolled the floor. A stream of blood flowed from the mouth.
"큭..."...!
Originally Garmund was a measure of ridicule. Jean wouldn't be able to shake my sword, and it was obvious that it would bounce off in this shabby shape.
'But... ...the sword almost broke.’
After a thousand years.
Garmund was feeling a sense of breaking his grip. The pain of heating the palm of my hand almost made me smile.
a blow close to eight in human standards
Although Jin is still seven, he was able to achieve that power for a moment thanks to his unique strength and achievements in crossing the Great Barrier.
"But I can't tell you that you are already pretty."
Now only a day has passed since we arrived at Laparosa.
It's already coming, and if you save it, you don't know how far this arrogant human creature will climb. It was necessary to show an example.
"Finish a blow strong enough for my sword to move."
"You don't tell me how?”
"It's three mirages that have already told you. It's faith."
"Believe?"
For the sword, "belief" was more important than anything else. The key is to perpetuate the belief that there is nothing in the world that cannot be broken.
This is in line with the Simgum used by ordinary fighters, but the unique feature of Yeonggum was its "extensionality."
The sword does not exist only to effectively cut the target.
"Yes, the deadline is a week. Hit my sword several times in a week. Use evil enough to tear the hand and break the tooth. It means you need to realize the basics of the sword."
Jean's eyes narrowed.
'One week, you must have been on time for the other than yourself. I'm sure I'll get a good feeling if I finish this in time. You're not gonna pretend it wasn't then, are you?’
Garmund, on the other hand, had this idea.
'Was the week a little rough? It's true that you're great, but I can't help it this time. Overcome your frustrations over and over again, the second victor. Then I, my brothers, will admit you gradually.’
* * *
That's really all you got, victor!
When faith is shaken, black power is lost. You still don't know that?
Are you sure you're the contractor for Soldierlet?
What kind of look is that? You must have been less determined.
Temer did this in two days, and if he knew that, he wouldn't have given your name so proudly in the fight...….
In this way, Garmund really prepared a lot of lessons.
The plan was designed to discourage the camp by taking the inspection of the camp thousands of times a day with a floating posture.
......but it was only after three days that four months passed.
Pachang!
At the twenty-seventh and fifty-sixth time Garmund's sword was broken, and he was forced to hold the sword and take his straight hand.
Nothing but "Themar did this in two days" stimulated Jean.
Every time he flew about 27,000 swords, Jin looked happy, and the burning one was Garmund.
"It took one more day than Temar.”
Jean said, picking up a fragment of Garmund's broken sword.
For the first time, there was shade on his face, which had been pleasant all along. It was because he was dissatisfied with the fact that he was a day later than his ancestors.
Damn, if I'd focused a little more, I could've broken it yesterday.’
Sigh, seeing Jean sighing, Garmund had only big eyes for a while. I expected a month, not a week, but I never thought I'd finish it in three days.….
Of course, it's late compared to Themeer.
'But given the disadvantages of zero-absorbing, and the age...... a day's difference is nothing. Rather, it's a greater achievement.’
Jean found this land as a completed warrior. What the Ming dynasty should teach him, perhaps not so much.
Garmund had no choice but to think so.
Bang, bang!
Garmund patted Jean's shoulder pleasantly, and with a big grin he said to Jean:
"Second victor, Jean Looncandel. Honestly, at first I didn't like it, but at last you're moving me.
"Are you admitting to me now?”
"I am. But other Tuwang brothers will soon open their hearts to you. They will have no choice but to feel the spirit of pure and strong warriors.”
Jean smiled awkwardly at Garmund's sudden change of attitude.
"And I'd like to ask you a favor."
"Please?"
"May I be the first to taste what you've done?”
"I can't believe you tasted it....what is that?"
"Answer me."
I couldn't bear to refuse to look at the serious, sparkling eyes.
"I don't know what it is, but do it."
Garmund gently pulled the pieces of the sword out of Jean's grasp.
Then he munched on the pieces and beat his heart with great satisfaction.
"That's a great taste for Laparosa. Starting tomorrow, the O2wang brothers will also come to the training camp."
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Shaak, shaak, shaak...…!
He swung the sword only once for exactly five hours. The ten thousand bells were exactly the same at the beginning and end, and Garmund couldn't keep his mouth shut for a while.
"Whoo, done."
Jean said, shaking off the sweat on her bangs.
Tantel, who said he would go back first, stood there and watched the bell-beating. When he swung about 3,000 times, he also visited the Myeongwang people who made a fuss at the gate of the temple yesterday and began to look around.
When it was over 5,000 times, Garmund's face turned gray, and when it was over seven thousand times, it was cold sweat.
At last when the ten thousand were over, Garmund had no choice but to admit that he had been looking down on Jean.
It was a real embarrassment to him.
'I didn't expect you to do it. In this case......I've never thought about it. What do I do?'
Wow!
Whether or not they knew the feelings of Garmund, the Ming royalty gathered nearby were shouting. Most of the warriors were in different positions than the kings of the war of jumping.
They were hoping that the victor, who appeared a thousand years after Themeer, would somehow make a triumph. Even so, they want to confirm that their stopped time is not very pointless.
"Why don't you say anything, Garmund?"
When Jin smiled, Garmund coughed in vain. Hmph, hmhhhm-hmm! Although the other brothers were so happy, he was embarrassed to wish to fail alone.
"Good... ..good. I didn't expect you to do this well."
"No, what I need to hear is not such a lukewarm compliment."
"Hung! Then what am I supposed to say?"
"Please acknowledge that I am ready to be taught by you. Directly."
Jin does not provoke Garmund without thinking.
All the ordinary warriors who stood by and watched were Jin's "belief corners." Jean had been feeling Garmund had been looking at their wits for a while.
Garmund is a particularly close brotherly figure among the Ming royal family. And if he doesn't admit Jean now, his onlookers brothers will feel great disappointment.
"Chet, good! I admit it, Jean Looncandel. You are a man who is ready to receive the vision of the sword from me Garmund, king of Paltu of the great Ming dynasty."
"Oh! That's wonderful, Brother Paltu!"
"King Paltu, Brother Garmund! Brothers Garmund!"
When ordinary warriors chanted Garmund's name with one mouth, Garmund blushed shyly. The heart, too, seemed to have something to do with emotion.
"Come on, everybody get out of here. We need to start training.”
The retreating Ming dynasty raised their thumbs or cheered. I waved my hand at them as much as I could to thank them for their progress.
Again, only two people, Jin and Garmund, were left in the training camp.
"How old are you, victor?"
"Sixteen. You'll be seventeen after December."
Garmund's eyes grew bigger.
If he were 16, not many of the Ming dynasty would have been able to do the same as Jin. Jean has already entered the realm of the Simgum.
'Now I'm interested.’
Sreung!
Garmund gently pulled out the sword.
"Is this a sparrow?”
"Khehehe, you're very high on yourself. It's only possible when you're in a certain class."
Jin was not able to gauge the fighting spirit and the fighting spirit at all.
"What's the gap between you and me?"
"You can't even make my sword move."
As soon as the horse fell, Jean stabbed Garmund in the neck.
Chaeng!
Flames flashed from Garmund's eyes, which were blocked with ease by the sword.
"What are you doing?"
"You said you couldn't move the sword, so I tested it to see if it was possible. But it'sir. Didn't you just lift the sword?"
Garmund's face crumpled. There was a succession of embarrassment, embarrassment, and sheer embarrassment.
'If he can't answer, I was going to tell him to hit my sword once...….’
It was.
When Garmund said, 'You can't make my sword move,' it was a story of power. There will be no more transcendent fighters, no one need to move their swords when they stop Qin's attack.
"... ...I didn't mean that, but that no matter how hard you hit, there would be no movement in my sword.”
"Ah, did you mean that? Somehow, I thought something was wrong. I didn't understand your deep meaning.”
Of course, Jean knew what Garmund meant by that.
I just wanted to embarrass him. There's nothing wrong with leaving a strong impression.
'More than anything, you're a little bit of a teasing old man.'
Jean didn't hate the Garmund sort.
"Well, try again anyway. Don't go after me, go after my sword."
"Okay."
Stretching one foot forward, he swung an elixir.
Yay!
'Oh....!'
This time, I couldn't help but admire Jindo sincerely.
'It looks like he hit the wall, not the sword! I don't think it's just because of his great strength.’
I didn't wear an auror, but it's a pretty hard blow. But without even the black labyrinth of Garmunde, the shape stretched out along his hand.
Naturally Garmund's posture was not disturbed at all. Jin, on the other hand, lost his balance for a while after bouncing back.
Hoot!
Garmund blew his nose as if he knew it would.
"Didn't you tell me, you can't make my sword move yet."
"I'll try again."
"Have a go at it."
Jean, who stepped down, gathered her breath.
Then he closed his eyes for a moment and focused his mind. The blue ore that rose from the grip of the hand was tightly wound around the elixir.
Whoo!
This time, it was a sincere inspection.
It was also a blow that could not be used in practice. What kind of enemy would wait for him to close his eyes and concentrate his mind?
Yay!
As soon as the sword and the sword struck, a roaring roar spread.
But Garmund's sword was unshakable, and Jean bounced about half a step and rolled the floor. A stream of blood flowed from the mouth.
"큭..."...!
Originally Garmund was a measure of ridicule. Jean wouldn't be able to shake my sword, and it was obvious that it would bounce off in this shabby shape.
'But... ...the sword almost broke.’
After a thousand years.
Garmund was feeling a sense of breaking his grip. The pain of heating the palm of my hand almost made me smile.
a blow close to eight in human standards
Although Jin is still seven, he was able to achieve that power for a moment thanks to his unique strength and achievements in crossing the Great Barrier.
"But I can't tell you that you are already pretty."
Now only a day has passed since we arrived at Laparosa.
It's already coming, and if you save it, you don't know how far this arrogant human creature will climb. It was necessary to show an example.
"Finish a blow strong enough for my sword to move."
"You don't tell me how?”
"It's three mirages that have already told you. It's faith."
"Believe?"
For the sword, "belief" was more important than anything else. The key is to perpetuate the belief that there is nothing in the world that cannot be broken.
This is in line with the Simgum used by ordinary fighters, but the unique feature of Yeonggum was its "extensionality."
The sword does not exist only to effectively cut the target.
"Yes, the deadline is a week. Hit my sword several times in a week. Use evil enough to tear the hand and break the tooth. It means you need to realize the basics of the sword."
Jean's eyes narrowed.
'One week, you must have been on time for the other than yourself. I'm sure I'll get a good feeling if I finish this in time. You're not gonna pretend it wasn't then, are you?’
Garmund, on the other hand, had this idea.
'Was the week a little rough? It's true that you're great, but I can't help it this time. Overcome your frustrations over and over again, the second victor. Then I, my brothers, will admit you gradually.’
* * *
That's really all you got, victor!
When faith is shaken, black power is lost. You still don't know that?
Are you sure you're the contractor for Soldierlet?
What kind of look is that? You must have been less determined.
Temer did this in two days, and if he knew that, he wouldn't have given your name so proudly in the fight...….
In this way, Garmund really prepared a lot of lessons.
The plan was designed to discourage the camp by taking the inspection of the camp thousands of times a day with a floating posture.
......but it was only after three days that four months passed.
Pachang!
At the twenty-seventh and fifty-sixth time Garmund's sword was broken, and he was forced to hold the sword and take his straight hand.
Nothing but "Themar did this in two days" stimulated Jean.
Every time he flew about 27,000 swords, Jin looked happy, and the burning one was Garmund.
"It took one more day than Temar.”
Jean said, picking up a fragment of Garmund's broken sword.
For the first time, there was shade on his face, which had been pleasant all along. It was because he was dissatisfied with the fact that he was a day later than his ancestors.
Damn, if I'd focused a little more, I could've broken it yesterday.’
Sigh, seeing Jean sighing, Garmund had only big eyes for a while. I expected a month, not a week, but I never thought I'd finish it in three days.….
Of course, it's late compared to Themeer.
'But given the disadvantages of zero-absorbing, and the age...... a day's difference is nothing. Rather, it's a greater achievement.’
Jean found this land as a completed warrior. What the Ming dynasty should teach him, perhaps not so much.
Garmund had no choice but to think so.
Bang, bang!
Garmund patted Jean's shoulder pleasantly, and with a big grin he said to Jean:
"Second victor, Jean Looncandel. Honestly, at first I didn't like it, but at last you're moving me.
"Are you admitting to me now?”
"I am. But other Tuwang brothers will soon open their hearts to you. They will have no choice but to feel the spirit of pure and strong warriors.”
Jean smiled awkwardly at Garmund's sudden change of attitude.
"And I'd like to ask you a favor."
"Please?"
"May I be the first to taste what you've done?”
"I can't believe you tasted it....what is that?"
"Answer me."
I couldn't bear to refuse to look at the serious, sparkling eyes.
"I don't know what it is, but do it."
Garmund gently pulled the pieces of the sword out of Jean's grasp.
Then he munched on the pieces and beat his heart with great satisfaction.
"That's a great taste for Laparosa. Starting tomorrow, the O2wang brothers will also come to the training camp."
Shaak, shaak, shaak...!He swung the sword only once for exactly five hours. The ten thousand bells were exactly the same at the beginning and end, and Garmund couldn't keep his mouth shut for a while."Whoo, done."Jean said, shaking off the sweat on her bangs.Tantel, who said he would go back first, stood there and watched the bell-beating. When he swung about 3,000 times, he also visited the Myeongwang people who made a fuss at the gate of the temple yesterday and began to look around.When it was over 5,000 times, Garmund's face turned gray, and when it was over seven thousand times, it was cold sweat.At last when the ten thousand were over, Garmund had no choice but to admit that he had been looking down on Jean.It was a real embarrassment to him.'I didn't expect you to do it. In this case......I've never thought about it. What do I do?'Wow!Whether or not they knew the feelings of Garmund, the Ming royalty gathered nearby were shouting. Most of the warriors were in different positions than the kings of the war of jumping.They were hoping that the victor, who appeared a thousand years after Themeer, would somehow make a triumph. Even so, they want to confirm that their stopped time is not very pointless."Why don't you say anything, Garmund?"When Jin smiled, Garmund coughed in vain. Hmph, hmhhhm-hmm! Although the other brothers were so happy, he was embarrassed to wish to fail alone."Good... ..good. I didn't expect you to do this well.""No, what I need to hear is not such a lukewarm compliment.""Hung! Then what am I supposed to say?""Please acknowledge that I am ready to be taught by you. Directly."Jin does not provoke Garmund without thinking.All the ordinary warriors who stood by and watched were Jin's "belief corners." Jean had been feeling Garmund had been looking at their wits for a while.Garmund is a particularly close brotherly figure among the Ming royal family. And if he doesn't admit Jean now, his onlookers brothers will feel great disappointment."Chet, good! I admit it, Jean Looncandel. You are a man who is ready to receive the vision of the sword from me Garmund, king of Paltu of the great Ming dynasty.""Oh! That's wonderful, Brother Paltu!""King Paltu, Brother Garmund! Brothers Garmund!"When ordinary warriors chanted Garmund's name with one mouth, Garmund blushed shyly. The heart, too, seemed to have something to do with emotion."Come on, everybody get out of here. We need to start training.The retreating Ming dynasty raised their thumbs or cheered. I waved my hand at them as much as I could to thank them for their progress.Again, only two people, Jin and Garmund, were left in the training camp."How old are you, victor?""Sixteen. You'll be seventeen after December."Garmund's eyes grew bigger.If he were 16, not many of the Ming dynasty would have been able to do the same as Jin. Jean has already entered the realm of the Simgum.'Now I'm interested.'Sreung!Garmund gently pulled out the sword."Is this a sparrow?"Khehehe, you're very high on yourself. It's only possible when you're in a certain class."Jin was not able to gauge the fighting spirit and the fighting spirit at all."What's the gap between you and me?""You can't even make my sword move."As soon as the horse fell, Jean stabbed Garmund in the neck.Chaeng!Flames flashed from Garmund's eyes, which were blocked with ease by the sword."What are you doing?""You said you couldn't move the sword, so I tested it to see if it was possible. But it'sir. Didn't you just lift the sword?"Garmund's face crumpled. There was a succession of embarrassment, embarrassment, and sheer embarrassment.'If he can't answer, I was going to tell him to hit my sword once....'It was.When Garmund said, 'You can't make my sword move,' it was a story of power. There will be no more transcendent fighters, no one need to move their swords when they stop Qin's attack."... ...I didn't mean that, but that no matter how hard you hit, there would be no movement in my sword."Ah, did you mean that? Somehow, I thought something was wrong. I didn't understand your deep meaning.Of course, Jean knew what Garmund meant by that.I just wanted to embarrass him. There's nothing wrong with leaving a strong impression.'More than anything, you're a little bit of a teasing old man.'Jean didn't hate the Garmund sort."Well, try again anyway. Don't go after me, go after my sword.""Okay."Stretching one foot forward, he swung an elixir.Yay!'Oh....!'This time, I couldn't help but admire Jindo sincerely.'It looks like he hit the wall, not the sword! I don't think it's just because of his great strength.'I didn't wear an auror, but it's a pretty hard blow. But without even the black labyrinth of Garmunde, the shape stretched out along his hand.Naturally Garmund's posture was not disturbed at all. Jin, on the other hand, lost his balance for a while after bouncing back.Hoot!Garmund blew his nose as if he knew it would."Didn't you tell me, you can't make my sword move yet.""I'll try again.""Have a go at it."Jean, who stepped down, gathered her breath.Then he closed his eyes for a moment and focused his mind. The blue ore that rose from the grip of the hand was tightly wound around the elixir.Whoo!This time, it was a sincere inspection.It was also a blow that could not be used in practice. What kind of enemy would wait for him to close his eyes and concentrate his mind?Yay!As soon as the sword and the sword struck, a roaring roar spread.But Garmund's sword was unshakable, and Jean bounced about half a step and rolled the floor. A stream of blood flowed from the mouth."..."...!Originally Garmund was a measure of ridicule. Jean wouldn't be able to shake my sword, and it was obvious that it would bounce off in this shabby shape.'But... ...the sword almost broke.'After a thousand years.Garmund was feeling a sense of breaking his grip. The pain of heating the palm of my hand almost made me smile.a blow close to eight in human standardsAlthough Jin is still seven, he was able to achieve that power for a moment thanks to his unique strength and achievements in crossing the Great Barrier."But I can't tell you that you are already pretty."Now only a day has passed since we arrived at Laparosa.It's already coming, and if you save it, you don't know how far this arrogant human creature will climb. It was necessary to show an example."Finish a blow strong enough for my sword to move.""You don't tell me how?"It's three mirages that have already told you. It's faith.""Believe?"For the sword, "belief" was more important than anything else. The key is to perpetuate the belief that there is nothing in the world that cannot be broken.This is in line with the Simgum used by ordinary fighters, but the unique feature of Yeonggum was its "extensionality."The sword does not exist only to effectively cut the target."Yes, the deadline is a week. Hit my sword several times in a week. Use evil enough to tear the hand and break the tooth. It means you need to realize the basics of the sword."Jean's eyes narrowed.'One week, you must have been on time for the other than yourself. I'm sure I'll get a good feeling if I finish this in time. You're not gonna pretend it wasn't then, are you?'Garmund, on the other hand, had this idea.'Was the week a little rough? It's true that you're great, but I can't help it this time. Overcome your frustrations over and over again, the second victor. Then I, my brothers, will admit you gradually.'* * *That's really all you got, victor!When faith is shaken, black power is lost. You still don't know that?Are you sure you're the contractor for Soldierlet?What kind of look is that? You must have been less determined.Temer did this in two days, and if he knew that, he wouldn't have given your name so proudly in the fight....In this way, Garmund really prepared a lot of lessons.The plan was designed to discourage the camp by taking the inspection of the camp thousands of times a day with a floating posture.......but it was only after three days that four months passed.Pachang!At the twenty-seventh and fifty-sixth time Garmund's sword was broken, and he was forced to hold the sword and take his straight hand.Nothing but "Themar did this in two days" stimulated Jean.Every time he flew about 27,000 swords, Jin looked happy, and the burning one was Garmund."It took one more day than Temar.Jean said, picking up a fragment of Garmund's broken sword.For the first time, there was shade on his face, which had been pleasant all along. It was because he was dissatisfied with the fact that he was a day later than his ancestors.Damn, if I'd focused a little more, I could've broken it yesterday.'Sigh, seeing Jean sighing, Garmund had only big eyes for a while. I expected a month, not a week, but I never thought I'd finish it in three days..Of course, it's late compared to Themeer.'But given the disadvantages of zero-absorbing, and the age...... a day's difference is nothing. Rather, it's a greater achievement.'Jean found this land as a completed warrior. What the Ming dynasty should teach him, perhaps not so much.Garmund had no choice but to think so.Bang, bang!Garmund patted Jean's shoulder pleasantly, and with a big grin he said to Jean:"Second victor, Jean Looncandel. Honestly, at first I didn't like it, but at last you're moving me."Are you admitting to me now?"I am. But other Tuwang brothers will soon open their hearts to you. They will have no choice but to feel the spirit of pure and strong warriors.Jean smiled awkwardly at Garmund's sudden change of attitude."And I'd like to ask you a favor.""Please?""May I be the first to taste what you've done?"I can't believe you tasted it....what is that?""Answer me."I couldn't bear to refuse to look at the serious, sparkling eyes."I don't know what it is, but do it."Garmund gently pulled the pieces of the sword out of Jean's grasp.Then he munched on the pieces and beat his heart with great satisfaction."That's a great taste for Laparosa. Starting tomorrow, the O2wang brothers will also come to the training camp."
