Early the next morning, when the sun slowly rose from the horizon to dispel the darkness, Bell, who was drunk for the first time in his life, finally woke up from his deep sleep.
He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because he was inspired by what he said last night. He felt that all the fatigue and stress had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a positive and enterprising good attitude.
No hesitation!
The rabbit-like boy immediately rushed into the bathroom to wash up, drank the milk Goddess had prepared for him in one gulp, then held a sandwich made of bacon, eggs, vegetables and bread in his mouth, opened the door of the store and rushed out, planning to go to Dungeon to start a day of practice.
But just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly saw Allen and Ais already standing in the open space at the door, engaged in a fierce battle.
Because the speed was too fast, only an afterimage could be seen vaguely, as well as the crisp sound of the collision between swords and Hanabi.
When another round ended, Blonde Girl finally couldn't bear the high-intensity battle and stopped breathing heavily, his eyes filled with unconcealable shock.
Because she had tried her best, but still couldn't break through the opponent's defense circle.
Not to mention the defensive circle, Allen didn't even move from beginning to end. His feet were firmly nailed to the ground like nails. He was breathing steadily and didn't even shed a drop of sweat.
"Monster... thing!" Ais bit his lower lip and came out with two words.
Although many people in the outside world have used the same words to describe her, she knows very well that the guy in front of her with a faint smile on his face is truly worthy of this title.
"Do you know why every attack you make is in vain?" Allen asked directly.
"Because I'm too weak! And you're too strong!" Sword Princess replied without thinking.
Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but smile and shook his head, "No, you are wrong. I have just limited my physical fitness to a state that is almost the same as yours, so the strength of this stick has nothing to do with it. On the contrary, your offensive skills are too crude, and it can even be said that you rely entirely on instinct to fight."
"Technique?"
Ais frowned subconsciously.
Part of her skills are taught by the group leader Finn, and part of them are honed through accumulated battles with monsters. She is definitely among the strongest in adventures of the same level.
Now, suddenly someone said that her technique was too rough, which would inevitably lead to an uncomfortable feeling.
"That's right! Technique! Give me the simplest example! If I raise my sword and stab your throat, what will be your immediate reaction?"
Saying that, Allen suddenly handed out a sword.
Ais didn't have time to think too much and immediately swung his sword to block.
But unfortunately, just when she thought she could block the sword, she suddenly found that the opponent's wrist flicked and drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, finally stopping at less than half a centimeter from the waist.
If it were a life and death fight, her internal organs and intestines would probably flow out right now.
There is no doubt that for Ais, this technique of changing moves midway is unheard of and unseen.
Compared with skills, most adventurers in this world prefer to rely on level, attributes, skills and magic to suppress their opponents.
In addition, the enemies he mainly dealt with were Dungeon monsters with low IQs, so he gradually developed a straightforward fighting style.
Although it cannot be said that there is no skill at all, in Allen's opinion there are still too many flaws.
Especially when the basic attributes are almost the same, this kind of attack that is very easy to see through and the defense that relies entirely on feeling cannot stop those skills that have been tempered for thousands of times.
"How did you do it?" Ais tilted his head and asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Allen took back his sword and explained casually, "It's very simple! I took advantage of your inertial thinking, or I predicted your prediction. Because whether you are attacking or defending, your movements are too single, with basically no changes. It is easy to guess what you will do next. Of course, I am not saying that simplicity is not good, but I mean that you have to adapt to changes in battle."
"Then how do I change it?" Ais continued to ask.
"First of all, remove all redundant movements and streamline attack and defense to only a few basic movements. Secondly, repeat these movements in day after day battles until they form a muscle memory instinct. Once you have done this, you can start the final part, starting with pace and changes. Work hard, connect all the movements, and use them at the most suitable time. This is a long process. You can come here every morning, and I will take out a disappearance to accompany you. As for today, let's go back and digest it, and we will continue tomorrow."
After that, Allen fiddled with the sword in his hand and turned his attention to Bell, who was eavesdropping on the side. "Don't just stand there! Pull out your weapon and attack! Let me see the results of your training these days."
"Huh? Me... me?" Bell pointed at himself in surprise.
"That's right! Is there anyone else here besides you and Sword Princess?" Allen urged impatiently.
Realizing that he had no choice, Bell had no choice but to pull out his sword and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!"
The words just fell!
He rushed over suddenly, and made a sweeping sweep with his hand.
But before he could enter the attack range, he suddenly felt something kick his ankle.
The next second...
His whole body felt turned upside down, as if his body had rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, and finally lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.
"The range of movements is too large! There are too many redundant movements! The steps are not steady enough! In short, there are flaws all over the body. It seems that you need to start training from scratch, otherwise it will be difficult to change once you develop bad habits." Allen commented while touching his chin.
Although I had long expected that Bell would be a complete rookie, I didn't expect that his basic skills would be so poor.
I don't know how Zeus has been raising children all these years.
Could it be that there was no training at all?
If so, where did he get the courage to send Bell into Orario, the Hero's Tomb where countless adventurers die every day?
Do you really think that Dungeon is a public toilet, where you can go in and out when you want?
You must know that Guild The cemetery originally prepared for adventurers was already filled with mutilated corpses, and another area had to be designated as a new cemetery.
This shows how high the mortality rate is for people who go in and out of Dungeon every day. They are simply trying to survive with their heads in their belts.
"Are you going to train me?"
Bell quickly got up from the ground, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
"Haha, yes. Be mentally prepared. From now on, you will be Hell every day. Since you were so scared by Minotaur last time, let's start from the seventeenth floor today."
After saying that, Allen pursed his lips with a devilish smile.
"Tenth... seventeenth floor? I am a first-level adventurer!" Bell was immediately trembling with fear.
But Allen didn't give him any chance to refuse. He knocked him unconscious with a knife, then strode toward the entrance of Dungeon with it on his shoulders.