Sword Skill Training (Please Follow! Please Follow!)

Doflamingo proved with facts that he wasn't just talking.

The very next morning, Abel and Luo were roughly awakened and brought to a specially cleared training ground outside.

And the one responsible for giving them their first lesson was the one chuckling coldly, Diamante!

Although he wouldn't do anything to these two brats due to Doflamingo's orders, since Doflamingo had personally asked him to teach them swordsmanship, he naturally wouldn't hold back. He was determined to make these two brats suffer a bit.

"Pick up your weapons. Starting today, I, Diamante, will teach you how to use a sword."

"If you can't satisfy me, your fate will be the same as this rock."

Bang!

Diamante casually swung his longsword, which suddenly shot out like a snake and shattered a large rock nearby!

Abel and Luo exchanged a glance, knowing that any objection now would only give the other party an excuse to make trouble. But—

Luo looked at Abel's bandaged arm and immediately realized the other party's malicious intent!

Just as Luo was about to speak, Abel suddenly stopped him, then vigorously moved his arms.

In front of both of them, he removed the bandages and splint from his arm.

"Abel, don't push yourself. Your arm injury—"

"It's already healed."

Abel casually tossed the removed items aside.

Luo froze, but seeing Abel's demeanor, he didn't seem to be faking it. He subconsciously asked, "How could it heal so quickly?"

Abel immediately met someone's cold gaze, unafraid, and said, "Perhaps the injury wasn't that serious to begin with. It felt like a mosquito bite at the time. Who knew you'd make such a fuss about it later."

This statement not only confused Luo, who had bandaged him, but even Diamante's originally playful expression froze. He felt insulted.

"A mosquito bite? Very well, kid. You're the first person to dare provoke me like this. I hope to see you still so defiant an hour from now."

"Now, all of you, pick up your swords!"

Diamante suppressed his anger, preparing to teach Abel a good lesson within the rules.

Having vented his frustration and had his fun with words, Abel didn't give Diamante an easy chance to lash out. Acting very 'obediently,' he silently picked up the weapon from the ground.

"Hmm? This weight."

Abel was holding a blunt iron sword of moderate length. Its length was perfectly fine for them at this stage, but it was surprisingly heavy.

Even Abel, whose Gourmet Cells had undergone one evolution, found it a bit strenuous to lift, let alone Luo, who was a complete novice in all aspects.

"So heavy!"

This guy turned red in the face before finally managing to lift the sword with both hands.

"Hold your sword up. Watch my movements carefully. I'll only do it once."

"Retract—"

"Thrust!"

Diamante's demonstration was indeed skillful. A simple sword thrust gave the illusion of lightning speed.

Though still far away, Luo and Abel both felt that if they didn't dodge, they would die, yet they were completely unable to move or dodge.

It wasn't until this sword was retracted and Diamante released his killing intent lock that the two of them broke free from that dreadful feeling.

When they came to their senses, they found their backs drenched in sweat.

When a person gets serious, they truly understand the terrifying extent of their opponent's strength!

If Diamante had shown this attitude from the very beginning, Abel would have had no chance to act up.

"Follow the movement I just made. Practice the sword thrust one hundred times first."

"A word of warning: don't even think about slacking off or taking shortcuts. If I catch you making a single non-standard movement, you'll be punished."

"Believe me, if you die during this process, even Doflamingo won't say much."

"Because worthless trash only has one fate: to be discarded and burned!"

Diamante's words were cold, extremely mocking, and piercing.

But at the same time, they were so real!

Because here, those without value truly didn't deserve to live.

Abel remained silent, calmly gripping the sword with one hand and mimicking Diamante's previous movement, retracting and then thrusting forcefully!

Fortunately, his body had already been strengthened, and his physical fitness greatly improved. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to perform it so standardly.

In fact, even Diamante, who was waiting to mock him further, was slightly surprised inwardly.

"I didn't expect this kid's strength to be better than I imagined. But this is just the beginning, hehe."

Even a simple sword thrust, performed one hundred times with standard form, was not easy. It became harder and harder as it progressed, especially with a heavy weapon.

Seeing Abel successfully begin his training, Luo gritted his teeth and also learned to hold the sword with one hand.

He managed to thrust, but his movements were far from standard, wobbly, and he almost fell over.

Seeing this, Diamante, who had finally seized the opportunity, immediately sneered, "Are you trying to make the enemy laugh themselves to death with such a ridiculous move? Do it again!"

At the same time, the longsword in his hand whipped out like a snake, striking Luo's back with precision.

What did it feel like to be whipped by a 'whip' made of steel?

Luo gasped sharply, his facial muscles twitching. Though his face was already flushed red with pain, he gritted his teeth tightly and remained silent.

"Don't worry, I'll control the force," Diamante grinned maliciously, baring his large teeth in satisfaction.

Abel narrowed his eyes as he witnessed all this. Even if the force was restrained, repeated punishment could potentially lead to being beaten to death or dying from the pain.

As expected, even finding a protective umbrella for himself didn't mean he was truly safe.

However, this 'whip' also served to jolt Luo awake, making him realize the gap in physical talent between himself and Abel!

Recovering, he finally stopped pushing himself and obediently switched to gripping the sword with both hands before continuing his training.

This time, his movements were finally standard.

The combined strength of two hands was, after all, more stable.

This was also Diamante's initial plan.

So he waited to watch the show, not believing Abel could complete a hundred sword thrusts with just one hand.

Soon, twenty repetitions passed.

Abel was still maintaining a steady rhythm, completing the movements meticulously.

Retract sword.

Thrust!

Meanwhile, the cells within his body also began to become more and more vibrant as he completed each set of movements.