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Volume 2 The Long Road Chapter 105 Sword Test

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    Chapter 105 Sword Test

    In a small room in the training center, Angelina and Des were struggling to carry the only iron sword in the training center.

    The students studying in the training center are all children under the age of fifteen. Children cannot use a big sword without systematic strength training, and naturally they will not choose a big sword as their own weapon. If Angelina had not insisted on training,  You will not specially customize an iron sword that may never be used in your life.

    Now Angelina is very grateful for her stubborn decision.

    Angelina¡¯s hands were slightly sweaty. She put the sword away and complained, ¡°Huh, this thing is so heavy.¡± Then she and Des waited patiently for Constance to appear.

    After seven or eight days of recuperation, Constance¡¯s right hand, which was not seriously injured, recovered and was able to be exposed to the sun again.

    The expectation for the big sword had already been fermented when Constance was recovering from his injury. Now that his right hand had recovered, he couldn't wait to drag Angelina and Des to the training center, wanting to try out the feeling of holding a big sword.

    Without thinking, Angelina took time out of her office hours and accompanied Constance to the training center.  Des also temporarily separated from the children in the training center for Constance's safety.

    After running around in the small courtyard outside the house and stretching his muscles, Constance entered the house. As soon as he entered, he curiously looked at the big sword lying in the center of the house.

    This is the first time Constance has seriously observed the sword up close.

    The sword looks like a large iron rod with a sword-like shape, and the blade on the edge of the sword body cannot be seen to be sharp at all.  Just lying on the ground made Constance feel a heavy feeling, and he did not dare to question the power of this "iron rod" in battle.

    The maker deliberately cut out two small holes in the middle of the sword body. These small holes are used to fix the sword on the hunter's back.

    Constance recalled the sword-drawing tactics that Angelina had described to her that day. He leaned over and carefully observed the two small holes used to fix the sword, and soon discovered the mystery.

    Due to the careful design of the manufacturer, the two small holes on the side close to the hilt are several millimeters higher than the side close to the sword head.  Don't underestimate these few millimeters. When the hunter puts the sword back behind his back, these few millimeters allow the sword to stay on the hunter's back obediently without affecting the hunter's running, rolling and other movements.

    When using the sword to cut, the sword will be easier to be pulled out from the back by the hunter because of the height difference of a few millimeters.

    "Tsk, it's so exquisite." Constance looked at the ordinary novice's sword in front of him as if looking at a treasure, forged from the lowest metal.  "Hey, Constance, are you going to use this big sword as a pillow and take it back to bed?" Angelina looked at Constance's obsessed look and couldn't help but tease.

    Constance finally came to his senses, "Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot what I came here for. Let's start now."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Constance spat on his palms and rubbed them together for a while, like a weightlifter, with his feet slightly open and his center of gravity shifted down, doing preparations.

    Constance didn¡¯t know how heavy the sword was. She didn¡¯t want to miss Angelina because of lack of preparation when she raised the sword for the first time.

    "here we go."

    After adjusting his breathing, Constance shouted solemnly, then bent down and held his hands firmly on the hilt of the sword. The left hand was on the inside as the main hand for fixation and power, and the right hand was on the outside as the auxiliary hand.  .

    Clenching his teeth, Constance¡¯s arm muscles bulged. Due to tension, his body stiffened slightly, and all the muscles trembled involuntarily. The weight of the big sword was really overwhelming, and Constance could really experience it now.

    But the weight was still within Constance's ability to bear. She exerted force and the sword was steadily lifted from the end to the tip.

    "Okay." Des stared at Constance intently. Seeing that Constance successfully raised the sword to his chest, Des breathed a sigh of relief and shouted "Okay."

    Compared to Des, Angelina was much calmer. She clasped her hands on her chest and watched the sword rise slowly, but there was no joy on her face.

    Constance continued to exert force, with his right hand holding the sword in the right position, exerting force slightly inward, with his hands across his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky.

    "Successful." Constance shouted in his heart, but he did not dare to relax at all. He still held the hilt of the sword tightly and exerted force on his arms to resist the falling momentum of the sword body.

    "How do you feel in your hand? Does your right hand hurt?" Angelina asked suddenly, no longer silent.

    "It doesn't hurt." Constance squeezed out from between his teeth.Two words, and the veins on his forehead popped out slightly.

    "Come on," Angelina encouraged, "Next, try sword dancing. Are there any problems?"

    "No, it's very easy!" Constance shouted the last word "ah" loudly. Constance exerted strength in his arms and controlled the direction of the big sword with both hands. He twisted his wrists and firmly controlled the big sword in his hands, changing  It became a horizontal posture, from left to right, and the sword body struck horizontally.

    As soon as the words fell, Angelina and Des had a tacit understanding and took three steps back at the same time, reaching a safe distance. However, the big sword rubbed the air, and the air flow hit them hard in the face.

    The sword body cut through the air and made a slight explosion. Constance did not dare to relax. He added more strength to his arm and made the sword faster by half a minute.

    "Hold still."

    Angelina suddenly shouted loudly, and when Constance heard this, she immediately moved her arms in the opposite direction.

    "Huh."

    The sword stopped steadily on Constance's right side.

    "Okay" Des was about to cheer for Constance again, but saw the painful expression on Constance's face. His expression changed and he immediately asked: "Constance, what's wrong with you? Is it the injury on your hand?"  Attacked again?"

    "It's okay, it's okay." Constance smiled sadly, and slowly put the sword down, with the sword tip on the ground, half leaning on it, as if resting.

    Angelina also noticed the change in Constance's expression. She was afraid that Constance would give up using the sword because of this pain, so she quickly explained: "Constance, don't worry, because your strength is insufficient now, it's not enough."  Use force to absorb the impact of the sword when it stops. When you are strong enough, the pain in your hand will not affect you."

    "I hope so." Constance grinned, enduring the pain in his hands, "I don't want to lose my last hope."

    "Now that we know that Constance can lift the sword, let's end our experiment and don't hurt yourself." Des was afraid that Constance's right hand would reach her again, so he suggested to Angelina that it should be ended.  .

    For the sake of safety, Angelina was about to nod to declare the end, but Constance suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, "It's no problem, I'll try to draw the sword again, then there will be no problem with my right hand."

    "Is this really the case?" Des turned his head, looked at the more professional Angelina, and asked.

    "That's what I said, but Constance" Angelina paused and swallowed back all the instructions. For fear of adding pressure to Constance, she finally added carefully, "Okay, you  be safe."

    "Ah, after all, what I hold in my hand is not a sword, but hope!" Thinking of this, Constance felt that his whole body was on fire, and all the power seemed to flow into his hands.

    The hilt of the sword was held tightly again, this time the way it was lifted was with the hilt on top and the tip of the sword facing down.

    As soon as the tip of the sword left the ground, Constance released his right hand, used his left hand with all his strength, and tried hard to control the front part of the sword to move half of his body to the right. He held the blade with his right hand and held the sword steady.  Moved behind him.

    "Ding." The sound of metal collision sounded behind Constance's head. This was the sound of metal collision when the sword was successfully fixed on the mechanism behind his back.

    Hearing this voice, Constance breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly released his strength from his left hand that was still holding the hilt of the sword.

    The strength of his left hand was completely removed, and Constans suddenly felt that his whole body was a little heavier in the back than in the front, and he had a tendency to fall backwards and fall on all fours.

    Fortunately, I was prepared in advance. I arched my waist slightly and balanced my center of gravity. I stood motionless and stood firmly on the ground.

    The first step in drawing a sword is of course to put the sword behind your back, in the so-called "scabbard", and the second step is to pull it out.

    Constance turned around, facing the more open side of the room, raised his breath, took two steps to run, and pressed his left hand back to the handle of the sword again.

    Raise your energy, exert your strength, draw the sword, turn your wrist, raise the sword with both hands, and smash it with the force.

    A set of movements was completed in one go. The big sword kissed the ground heavily. Des could feel the ground for a while. Looking at the ground hit by the big sword, a sword-shaped hole appeared there, and the dust stirred up was also added to the original.  The very dull iron sword was covered with a layer of earth color.

    When she saw the terrifying dirt pit on the ground, Constance became even more convinced that her decision to choose the sword as her new weapon was correct. She could clearly feel the power of the sword when it came into contact with the ground in her palm, and the accumulation in her heart  My depression seemed to have vented out after this heavy blow.

    "Okay, okay." Angelina saw that Constance's sword-drawing attack was so perfect, and couldn't help but applaud and congratulate, "Constance??You are truly a genius.  "

    Constance put down the sword in his hand, rubbed his sore arm, looked at Angelina, and said in a serious tone, "In order to take revenge, I must be a genius."

    "Yes, for revenge." Seeing Constance acting like this, Angelina also became serious and retracted her smile.

    Des became an outsider and couldn't get in the conversation for a while, feeling a little embarrassed. "Constance, what do you think?"

    "It feels good." Constance thought for a moment and gave a fair evaluation of his performance just now.
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