"Is wrestling fun?" Winters asked.

Winters and Ike, who walked off the field, are helping each other take off the training armor.

Critical weapons were obviously not as critical as weapons, and Winters punched Ike in the back.

Ike is Axel's nickname, and Axel's friends usually call him this.

The fist hit Ike and made a muffled sound. Ike didn't feel anything - he was still wearing training armor, and Winters was so painful that his bones were numb.

"Hurry up and get rid of my burden, wear it for a while, and you will die." Ike responded.

The training armor they wear is essentially half of the armor of the cavalry. This kind of armor is difficult to wear by one person, and it is even more troublesome to take it off.

So in swordsmanship, two people who fight each other help each other wear armor and unplug them.

After taking off the training armor, the two hurriedly took off their armed clothes. Their armed clothes were as if they had just been fished out of the water, and they were completely wet.

The reason why summer Bijian is so painful is that this cotton coat has to bear the same amount of responsibility as the sun.

In the Senas Gulf region, this cotton armed clothing can be used as winter clothing, but wearing it in summer becomes a kind of torture.

"How did the knights wear this thing to fight in the summer? They have to wear a chain mail, right?" Ike sighed while taking off.

"Will you finish the war without summer? If you have to fight, the enemy will have to wear such a whole set anyway, so who can survive?" Winters continued the chat without content.

They put their long swords and armor on the stone bench, ran naked to the large water tank in the corner of the training room, and began to pour light salt water.

Where did the light salt water come from? The sword instructor prepared a large jar in advance, enough for the people in the training room to drink openly.

People in this era do not understand what ion balance is, nor do they understand what water poisoning is.

However, the instructors of the Land Institute already know that you must not drink a lot of clean water after sweating violently, otherwise you will be in danger of life.

With this valuable experience, they paid two lives as tuition.

The light salt water in swordsmanship actually contains such a profound and simple truth: using a certain technology does not mean that you need to understand the deep principles of this technology.

The bird doesn't know why it can fly, it just can fly.

After a good drink, the two of them walked slowly back to the stone bench of their equipment.

In the competition venue, the "ding-ding-dangdang" long swords sounded and stopped.

Ike still remembered the officer's demeanor, while Winters lay down on the ground with a sluggish touch of the stone slabs making him feel comfortable.

As soon as my body relaxed, the pain came to me again.

The pain on the left shoulder reminded him all the time: You lost eight points in a row just now.

He looked at his left shoulder and a large area had been smashed into cyan and bruises spread to his collarbone.

"To be honest," Winters coughed: "I thought I was split into two pieces by you just now."

Ike also saw the purple purple on Winters' shoulders, and he felt a little guilty: "I should stop the force."

Does Winters really have resentment towards Ike? Of course not.

He knew very well: it is normal to use swords to bruise and bump. If there is no danger, why should I wear heavy armor?

Ned's long sword technique has special training swords, which is safer.

However, the instructor insisted that the officers compete with real swords without a sharp edge. If they were not safe, they would suffer minor injuries from time to time.

Winters didn't care about Ike's sword. He had nothing to say because he was nervous and subconsciously covered up his next problem.

He moved his throat, deliberately avoiding sight contact, pretending to be on the field, and only showed Ike the back of his head.

He showed an indifferent attitude and asked Ike casually: "I am curious myself, why did I get seventeen points? Did you give me the first few rounds?"

"No." Ike's tone was naturally sincere: "I just wanted to win when fighting, but I didn't care about giving in? I was also beaten by you, and in the end I couldn't even hold back the sword."

Winters let out a light breath, the more he pretended to be careless, the more he cared. Being able to get the match point in the master's hands is an honor in itself.

He suddenly felt a little regretful, because he really had the chance to win the game.

No matter what you think in your heart, you must not show any timidity in your mouth. Winters laughed and said, "Fuck! I think you have already thought of the script. Let me get the match point first, and then turn the tables with sarcastic moments."

Ike laughed too.

The swordsmen on the field played a wonderful round of offense and defense, and Winters and Ike also applauded and cheered.

"You... actually need more practice." Ike suddenly said seriously: "Practice strength first, and then spend more time on swordsmanship. You just won."

The two naked upper body, Ike's muscles are obviously more lined than Winters.

Winters' figure can only be politely called symmetrical, and it is still a distance from being strong.

"You never do self-discipline training or practice more. You have never held up a stone bell or pulled a stone mill. You spend most of your time resting on sleep." Ike concluded: "You can get seventeen points in this way. I think you are already amazing enough."

Winters was speechless: "I really don't know if you are praising me or mocking me..."

"Of course it's praise! The most advanced praise!" Ike suddenly stood up, pulled out his sword, and made three empty swings.

Every time, the sword body swept across the same track and stopped at the same position, without any mistake.

Eiger leaned on a long sword and said to Winters: "The power of a musket depends on gunpowder, but the power of swordsmanship depends on muscles, and skills cannot replace strength. If you don't practice strength...

"Stop talking." Winters interrupted Ike: "You go away, I'm going to find something."

"What?"

"I'm going to get in the crack."

"I'm really praising you."

Winters changed to a more comfortable lying position and said lazily: "Tell me the truth, it hurts people more than lies. Just spare me, master."

The [Master] mentioned by Winters is the abbreviation of [Fencing Master].

In the Senas League, this is not a casual title.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Instead, you need to be certified by the Blacksmith Guild to be awarded the official title.

Only those who are widely recognized and learned swordsmanship are qualified to select swordsmanship masters.

So far, no living person has received this honor.

Ike's ape's arms and bee waist, with wide shoulders and long body. The most amazing thing is that he can always carry his brain when comparing swords. He is a natural swordsman.

He started to learn Ned swordsmanship only after entering the preparatory school, and soon fought all the invincible players of the same class. Even people like Winters who practiced Ned swordsmanship since childhood could not defeat him.

When Eck grew up, he was upgraded to an invincible player in all ages.

Everyone from the Land Academy learned Ned's swordsmanship. But no matter who comes, he can't get 20 points in Ike's hands.

It can be said that the Luyuan can no longer test the depth of Ike.

His level is one level higher than everyone here. He is the uncrowned king and the chief swordsman without a title.

So from when Ike got the nickname of [Sword Master], which was quickly simplified to [Master].

When the chat atmosphere is pleasant, even the instructor will call him [Master] like a joke.

A year ago, General Taylor, the Minister of the United Provincial Army, came to the Land Court to inspect. When he learned that the officer in front of him was Axel, he blurted out: "Are you that master?"

From then on, the nickname spread even further.

But Winters rarely uses this nickname because it has a hint of curse - no living person has yet to get the title.

"You... I guess when you come back next year, your current foundation will be lost." Ike said to Winters with great sincerity.

Winters was still lazy: "In my opinion, a smart mind is more important than a developed muscle for a military commander. It is my unshirkable responsibility to maintain adequate sleep."

"And think about it, what if I practice hard and still can't win you, what should I do? Wouldn't that be a big loss?" Winters did the calculations: "So if I don't practice, it means I won't lose."

"Veneta." Ike couldn't laugh and cry: "Veneta!"

Winters turned over: "I was sent to the UN Provincial Preparatory Department at the age of thirteen. You said I was a Venetta, and the Venettas probably regarded me as a UN Provincial. If there is any problem with me, the Venettas, it must be because I was influenced by the UN Provincial."

The sound of the sword stopped and another group of officers was replaced by a group of soldiers.

"Sometimes I can't help but think." Ike suddenly felt sad: "The masters of these armors have been practicing using weapons for longer than me, and they wear thicker armor than me. In the end, they were dragged down from the war horse and killed? Personal bravery really makes sense for war?"

"Your words are a bit immoral." Winters laughed: "Snatch my lines. At least you have to lose to be qualified to make such remarks."

Ike was serious: "I have been thinking about this for a long time. I understand why you don't practice swordsmanship. You are a spellcaster, and I can compete with swordsmanship. If you are on a real battlefield, you can kill me with one spell."

...

It is not a secret that there is a spell caster in the officer's life. Even if it is a secret, it cannot be hidden from the classmates who spend time together day and night.

For most people—including Ike, a para-camp, who has been educated for many years—the image of a spellcaster is always linked to sharp hats, towers, white-bearded old men and strange folklore.

If I hadn't been to military academy, Ike would never see a spellcaster who could breathe in his entire life - of course, he would not see someone who could not breathe.

People with spell talent are rare.

It is more difficult to select talented people from the vast crowd and cultivate them into magicians than to give birth to a child with magical talent.

It's so hard that people who are not magicians don't know where to start.

The known magicians in this world are all the royal mages/court mages of feudal monarchs.

They were scholars, consultants, bodyguards and thugs of the emperors, khans, sultans and great nobles, serving only the top level of the feudal group.
To be continued...