Chapter 214 Sword Training

It has to be said that Arthur's physical fitness and the medical technology in the Harry Potter world have really reached an abnormal level. Arthur, whose skin was burned all over his body, had already taken off his bandages the next day.

Although the newly born skin is still a bit immature, Arthur's recovery is generally good, with almost no sequelae, and he is even able to practice swordsmanship with Mike.

At this moment, the two of them were standing together in the training room, which was still half collapsed, waiting for Vesemir in front of them to plan today's training course.

I saw Vesemir walking around Mike and Arthur several times, and finally came to Mike and said: "Your training today is to draw a sword! I don't care whether you chop or thrust, as long as your movements are standard! And you can only Use your left hand!”

After hearing this, Mike rolled his eyes and asked him with a hint of luck: "How many swings?"

"One hundred reps at a time! If you can't do it, add a thousand more squats! If you can't do the squats, run fifty laps around this training room!"

Mike's eyes were so wide that the boss stretched out his hand to grab Vesemir who was about to leave and said: "You must be kidding, right? Do you want to kill me with this amount of training? Also, I'm here to practice swordsmanship, why? You have to practice this kind of thing!”

"Hmph! It's up to you, you want to practice or not! Swordsmanship is not like magic. You can take shortcuts based on talent. The first requirement of swordsmanship is physical fitness. You are so weak and you still want to use European-style long swords?" Wei Wei Samuel shook off Mike's hand and said, "And do you have any misunderstandings about swordsmanship? Or have you read too many knightly novels? Swordsmanship actually only consists of cutting, stabbing and stepping. You still want me to teach you? What kind of unique skills do you have, one sword and one giant dragon?

Okay, it's decided. I'm going to lie down for a while. Arthur, please teach Mike how to swing. If the posture is wrong, just hit harder. You're welcome! "

After that, Vesemir hummed a little tune and left the training room, leaving only Mike and Arthur looking at each other.

Mike took a deep breath and shook his head in resignation.

Generally speaking, Mike agreed with the training plan that Vesemir had just formulated. After all, he understood the importance of physical fitness for a swordsman, and he had already started to exercise his body before the holiday. Just now He was angry at Vesemir just because the training content he formulated was too exaggerated.

But Mike disagreed with what Vesemir said later about the essence of swordsmanship.

joke.

This is a fantasy world! Are you telling me that the swordplay here is the same as in the Muggle world?

I wouldn't believe it even if I beat Mike to death.

What Mike was more willing to believe was that the old guy Vesemir had a hand in sparing him, or that the old guy Vesemir himself had poor attainments in swordsmanship, so he couldn't develop that brilliant ultimate move.

At this time, seeing his teacher leaving the training room, Arthur slowly moved to Mike's side and asked quietly: "Mike, do you really not talk to the teacher about work matters?"

"What are you talking about? If you tell him now, he will definitely disagree. Besides, my factory has not been built yet. I will sign a contract with you as soon as the factory is completed. I will explain it to your teacher then, so you don't have to worry. "

It can be seen that Arthur is still quite afraid of Vesemir. After hearing Mike say that his teacher's side, Mike will solve it, he relaxed completely.

"I understand, then let's start training! I have nothing to repay you, I can only teach you strictly as a thank you!" Arthur said as he pulled out his silver sword and raised it above his head to make a He said in a chopping charging position, "I'll show you first."

After saying that, Arthur adjusted his posture to prepare to swing the sword, but Mike saw Arthur's left foot in front of him and his right foot behind. Then he saw the bulging muscles on his body twitching, and then he slashed with the sword, directly killing him. A solid anti-magic stone slab was shattered into pieces.

"This is the simplest heavy slash. Originally, the sword should be held with both hands, but in order to take care of you, I changed it to holding the sword with only one left hand." Arthur said and took the silver sword out of the rubble. He pulled it out and remade a structure similar to the starting hand in the middle of Japanese Kendo. He pointed the tip of the sword directly above himself and said, "The next step is the most basic thrust. The sword is different from the sword. The sword is the strongest attack method. It's chopping. Although the long sword we use can do very high damage due to its weight, the strongest attack method is stabbing.

In addition, I thought about it last night. You wizards usually have armor protection spells, and they are difficult to get close to. So stabbing is the best shield-breaking attack for you. "

Arthur's words made Mike stunned for a moment, but when Arthur saw Mike's appearance, he didn't say anything more and just started the demonstration.

I saw Arthur first holding the sword in his left hand and looking forward, and then thrust the sword diagonally upward like lightning.

Then Arthur returned to his original position and made the same structure again.

After confirming that Mike was looking at him seriously, his center of gravity sank, his feet slammed on the ground and he jumped forward with a light leap. At the same time, his left hand holding the sword first drew back, and then thrust it out fiercely!

Mike looked on dumbfounded. Arthur's last sword had already made a sound of breaking the wind. One can imagine how powerful this sword was.

But in comparison, Mike was more optimistic about the first stab.

The first sword was much less powerful than the last thrust, but the advantage was that it was shot very quickly. Mike didn't even have time to see Arthur's movements clearly, and Arthur had already thrust out the sword.

Moreover, the direction of the stabbing sword was towards the person's throat. The person who was stabbed would most likely lose the ability to fight directly. If they did not receive treatment in time, they would die within a short period of time.

The biggest problem with this move is that it is too weak. It is possible that you have managed to get close to someone else, but a thrust of the sword cannot break their shield.

But in Mike's case, this shortcoming does not exist at all, because he has the Sword of Victory and Oath, which is known as the most powerful silver sword.

In the past, when Mike was fighting with the Holy Sword, he would just go up and slash without thinking, and he could still break the shield 100%, let alone use more powerful thrusts.

Mike could already imagine that after learning this move, he would get close with the illusion technique and the wind speed curse, and then thrust out a sword!

Even in the future, after he learns to change his form, he can teleport directly behind the enemy and stab him in the back!

Thinking like this, Mike looked at Arthur excitedly and said solemnly: "I will learn from your second sword just now!"

"Ah? But there are two more moves that I haven't demonstrated to you yet." Arthur said with some surprise, "Moreover, those moves are usually used to break the deadlock when two melee combatants are confronting each other. You have a long-range one?" It’s useless for wizards to learn it, right?”

"No, just learn this!"

When Arthur saw that Mike insisted on his own opinion, he gave up trying to persuade Mike. He made a new structure and said to Mike: "Then you follow me and make the starting structure first."

"no problem."

As he spoke, Mike took out a long-prepared training iron sword from the Traceless Stretching Spell bag and followed Arthur's example, holding the sword in his left hand and posing.

But as soon as Mike's posture was settled, Arthur said: "Wrong, your body's center of gravity should be back, and don't raise your hands too high. This will affect your strength..."

Mike's posture seemed to be exactly the same as Arthur's, but Arthur said a lot of things wrong with him. In the end, Mike, who was holding a six-pound sword with one hand, felt that his hand was almost broken. Only then did he give up and let Mike try to stab the sword.

However, when Mike excitedly thrust out his first sword, he felt extremely twisted, as if his joints were out of place. This resulted in his sword thrusting at an extremely slow speed, not even as fast as the sword he usually thrust casually.

And because raising the sword for a long time made his arm sore and weak, Mike even thrust the sword crookedly.

"No, no, there's still a big problem with your power-generating posture." Arthur shook his head and said, "But don't worry, it's always like this in the beginning. I will guide you slowly."

After that, Arthur came over and taught Mike step by step the postures and movements of various force-generating techniques. Arthur's knowledge reserve in this area was unexpectedly high, and he could actually explain these movements based on the principles of various musculoskeletal movements of the human body. Crushed it and told it to Mike.

Mike benefited a lot from this teaching method. Under his guidance, Mike learned his own standard light jab in just one morning.

Mike wasn't too excited after thrusting out the sword. After all, he had only been able to charge up the sword for a long time, and there was no way he could use it in actual combat.

Mike estimated that if he wanted to integrate this sword into actual combat, he would have to practice the entire set of light stabbing movements to form muscle memory, so that he could stab this sword casually without using the starting hand frame. A light thrust that integrates the whole body's strength into a sword through effective and scientific power movements.

However, just as Mike was about to continue practicing, the door to the training room was pushed open.

"It's time to eat, you all should stop practicing." Professor Flitwick opened the door and said, "Mike, why are you practicing like this! Stop and take a rest!"

After Professor Flitwick said that, he ran to the sweaty Mike and looked at Mike nervously.

At this time, Mike also recovered from the state of being addicted to training. It would be better if he didn't recover. As soon as he recovered, Mike felt that his left hand no longer belonged to him.

The severe soreness stimulated Mike's brain, causing him to frown.

And his long blond hair was completely wet with sweat at this time, and his originally handsome bangs stuck tightly to his forehead, which was very uncomfortable.

From time to time, there would be a few large drops of sweat sliding down from the ends of his hair, sliding down Mike's forehead to his eyes, making Mike couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Phew! How many swords have I stabbed in total?"

"There are only eight effective thrusts." Arthur said calmly, "But your arm has reached its limit. It seems that you will not be able to complete the training. Prepare to accept the punishment."

Professor Flitwick on the side immediately became unhappy when he heard that there would be punishment. He pulled Mike towards the training room door distressedly. While pulling him, he said: "Eat first, eat first, rest for a while after eating, and then practice again." the same!"

Arthur smiled helplessly as he watched Mike being forcibly pulled out of the training room door by Flitwick, and then followed him.

He had no intention of blocking in the first place, and Mike really needed to rest after practicing to this point.

Perhaps because he wanted to help Mike supplement his nutrition, the lunch meal was quite sumptuous, and dragon meat was a rare sight on the table.

Although this piece of dragon meat was not as delicious as the piece of dragon meat that he had eaten at Abbot's house before, it still tasted good. Poor Mike lowered his left hand, which he couldn't use at all, and used a fork with one hand. He inserted a whole piece of dragon meat and started chewing it.

Although the food looked quite ugly, Mike didn't care.

Because Arthur's food is even uglier than him.

Mike at least used a fork, but Arthur was different. The moment he saw the dragon meat, he went crazy. He didn't use any utensils, just hugged the dragon meat and started chewing it, eating much faster than Mike.

Perhaps because of the conservation of energy, while Arthur has super physical fitness, he also has an amazing appetite. Before Mike has finished the dragon meat, Arthur has already started to eat other dishes.

Seeing Arthur devouring the food, Mike's brainstorming began again.

It stands to reason that the more you eat, the more you poop. So based on Arthur's appetite, how much poop should he poop out every day...

Thinking about Arthur's excrement, Mike felt that the dragon meat in front of him no longer smelled good, so he quickly put this terrible thought out of his mind and began to concentrate on the delicious food in front of him.

Mike enjoyed this lunch very happily. During the break after the meal, Professor Flitwick also gave Mike many potions that Mike had never heard of. He said that the medicine was brought by Vesemir and could treat muscle strains. It also improves physical fitness, including drinking it directly or rubbing it on the arms.

Mike didn't care. He just drank the whole bottle and stuffed it in the bottle. He asked Luoluo to wipe what he needed to wipe.

Those who need to drink are better, but those who need to wipe the potion will kill Mike. The feeling of Lolo's little hand dipped in the potion and smearing it back and forth on his left arm made Mike twitch. In the end, he had no choice but to find a piece of wood and bite it in his mouth to prevent himself from biting his tongue.

Luoluo, who was helping Mike apply the medicine, was also heartbroken when he saw this, but he still had to apply the medicine that should be applied, so he helped Mike apply the medicine vigorously while crying, and occasionally glared at Arthur who was watching on the sidelines.

Arthur was a bit puzzled by his glare. He would never have thought in his wildest dreams that the reason why Lolo glared at him was entirely because he ate most of the meal that Lolo specially prepared for Mike at noon today, and even gave Mike to him. 'Torture' became like this.

"Tsk, tsk, it's great to have money!"

Perhaps to divert Mike's attention, who was trying to endure the pain, Arthur took the initiative to speak.

"Um!?"

"The potions you used are not simple. The amount you used today almost caught up with what I used in a month." Arthur looked at the bottles and jars next to Mike with envy and said, "I used them in the past month." If I could be as luxurious as you, I wouldn’t have to suffer so much.”

Domac, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, was completely attracted by this moment. He couldn't speak because he was biting the stick, so he could only wait for Arthur to tell him the reason.