Training

That was it—Malone finished reviewing the four skills he could currently use.

Although they were all powerful and comprehensive, Malone was not satisfied; he urgently needed to know how to level up, unlock more skills, and perhaps even access other classes.

But before that, Malone had to undergo training from Teron Gorefiend, as that Death Knight had already returned.

The Death Knight held several weapons in his arms, trotting around the small hill and entering the prisoner camp's fence.

With a "clatter," a large pile of weapons was dumped at Malone's feet.

What should I use? Malone crouched down, beginning to inspect what the Death Knight had brought.

It was rare to have such a strong body, and Malone actually wanted to experience the feeling of the heroes from those television dramas.

Dressed in white robes as pristine as snow, holding a three-foot longsword, shouting: "Hey, you lecherous scoundrel, don't you dare run!"

Yes, that was the feeling, Malone thought to himself.

However, the gap between ideals and reality was still a bit wide; Malone discovered that the weapons in front of him did not include the slender swords seen in dramas.

Perhaps due to his physique, even though most of these weapons were looted from the Stormwind armory, they were mostly two-handed swords, siege hammers, and double-bladed battle axes.

"I'll just use the two-handed sword!"

Malone felt that such a weapon was more refined, unlike battle hammers and axes, which looked like things used by barbarians.

"Have you chosen?"

Seeing Malone pick up a greatsword and stand up, Teron Gorefiend asked.

"Yeah, this one."

Malone replied while consciously and stylishly twirling the greatsword in his hand.

Having great strength is truly a blessing; he had never heard of anyone else being able to wield a two-handed sword as gracefully as he could.

Malone was still feeling smug, but he didn't expect Teron Gorefiend to frown after seeing his movements.

"Your grip on the sword is wrong, Maicomarlon. It should be like this."

Teron Gorefiend drew his own weapon and began to demonstrate for Malone.

"What does it matter..."

Malone muttered under his breath.

"It is different. If you hold the hilt like that, it is very easy for an enemy to disarm you."

Teron Gorefiend said earnestly.

"Disarm"? Malone couldn't help but want to laugh—did Teron Gorefiend think this was a game?

In the game World of Warcraft, there was indeed a "Disarm" skill, but now, with the sword in his own hand, who could take it away? Weren't they afraid of being chopped?

"I will give you a demonstration."

Teron Gorefiend saw Malone's disdain; he raised his weapon, signaling Malone to attack him.

"...Be careful, Teron, my strength is quite great."

Malone didn't act coy; since he wanted Teron Gorefiend to train him, the two would cross swords sooner or later, so he just needed to be a little careful.

"Take this!"

Malone shouted, holding his greatsword with one hand and attacking Teron Gorefiend in the heroic style he had envisioned.

Teron Gorefiend frowned, then nimbly hopped half a step to the side, dodging Malone's attack and parrying the one-handed strike with his staff.

"Before attacking, do not shout and yell. That is just alerting your opponent to pay attention."

Teron Gorefiend seemed very relaxed, not forgetting to instruct Malone.

"Fine, fine... I get it."

Malone felt a bit discouraged that his first strike hadn't landed; he applied a little force to his hand, wanting to knock Teron Gorefiend's staff aside.

"You should hold the sword with both hands, and you shouldn't just use the strength of your wrists."

Teron Gorefiend said while easily blocking all of Malone's attacks.

Malone didn't speak, but he didn't follow Teron Gorefiend's advice either—he simply didn't believe that he couldn't beat Teron Gorefiend with one hand.

Wasn't his strength greater than his? Greater than both of his hands combined!

But after all, fighting wasn't arm wrestling, and Malone soon discovered that his attacks were completely useless.

Suddenly, Teron Gorefiend's speed became much more agile; he used the prongs at the tip of his staff to clamp onto the blade of Malone's greatsword, then gave his wrist a light twist.

Malone felt a powerful torque travel from the greatsword; his wrist couldn't withstand such intense twisting for a moment, and a sharp pain shot through his joint.

"Ouch!"

Malone cried out, subconsciously letting go of his hilt.

"You see!"

Teron Gorefiend retracted his staff and said to Malone.

"This..."

Malone watched his two-handed sword fall to the ground, one hand clutching his right wrist.

A minor sprain wouldn't normally trouble a body as robust as Malone's, yet he found himself genuinely disarmed.

"Again!"

Malone picked up his two-handed sword, having learned his lesson this time—it was steadier to wield the blade with both hands.

"Hmm."

Teron Gorefiend was a man of few words; he raised the staff in his hand and launched an attack at Malone's right ribs.

Malone had intended to block the strike with his two-handed sword, only to find that the long blade hindered his movement.

Furthermore, his elbows could not bend outward, making it impossible to maneuver the two-handed sword freely in such a confined space.

Consequently, Malone took a heavy blow to his right ribs.

Although Teron Gorefiend's staff lacked a blade and wouldn't draw blood, the strike was still quite painful.

"Again!"

Gritting his teeth against the pain radiating from his ribs, Malone swung his longsword and charged at Teron Gorefiend once more.

"Your speed is decent, but your movements are too straightforward. You have no way to deceive your opponent; anyone can see exactly what you intend to do."

Teron Gorefiend spoke loudly while dodging Malone's attack a full second before it arrived.

Deceive? Straightforward?

Malone recalled his brief skirmish with Kaldara—the punch he had thrown that could have floored a Blackrock Orc had been easily evaded by Kaldara.

Could opponents like Teron Gorefiend and Kaldara truly predict the direction of his attacks in advance?

How was he supposed to fight like that...

Malone felt a wave of discouragement, yet he mustered his strength and swung his weapon toward Teron Gorefiend again.

Malone recalled the details of his fight with Kaldara and how he had responded to them.

Gradually, Malone began to consciously target Teron Gorefiend's vital points and areas where he couldn't fully defend, such as his ribs and lower abdomen.

Malone possessed astonishing strength; even though the two-handed sword weighed over ten pounds, he could swing it with such force that it whistled through the air without feeling the slightest fatigue.

Even with Teron Gorefiend clad in heavy armor, he had no desire to take such a hit.

The experienced Teron Gorefiend could control the force of his strikes, but it was difficult for Malone, who was still a novice; even without conscious intent, the weapon in his hands could very well disembowel Teron Gorefiend.