Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 33 Miss Sophie's Private Teaching

Zhang Ang has never been a person who likes to fight. He is usually low-key, and he tolerates everything he can, and gives way when he can.

After coming to this world, he either practiced blindly or trained Arnold. The rest of his time was mostly spent on business, and he didn't have time to hire a teacher with rich experience in combat. It can be said that this competition with Miss Sophie was his first time. A real fight.

Zhang Ang held his sword in front of him, and said loudly: "Come on, I will take this weapon, whether you believe it or not."

"Okay, accept!"

Miss Sophie took a step forward, swayed all over her body, and stabbed out with a sword.

Miss Sophie's sword is a very typical European-style stabbing sword. The blade is slender and ribbed, and the hilt has a rose-shaped guard, which looks very beautiful.

The sword moves made by this beautiful sword are very sharp and fast.

Fortunately, Zhang Ang's eyesight is excellent now, and his reaction can keep up.

With a twist of his wrist, and another swing, the blade of the stainless steel kitchen knife slapped the sword that was handed over, and slapped the sword aside.

Then he took another step forward, and the kitchen knife slashed at Miss Sophie without mercy.

A trace of contempt appeared on the corner of Miss Sophie's mouth, she retracted her sword and returned to defense, and it was another sharp blow.

There was only a "pop", and the slender rapier hit Zhang Ang's wrist.

Zhang Ang felt a pain in his wrist, he opened his five fingers involuntarily, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a "snap".

Miss Sophie sheathed her sword, proudly like a peacock: "I'm only at the level of a formal warrior, why, can't you handle even one move?"

Zhang Ang couldn't help being a little annoyed, he rubbed his sore wrist, picked up the kitchen knife, and said, "Come again!"

This time Zhang Ang was the first to attack, he summoned his inner strength, followed the moves recorded in "Paoding Jie Niu Knife Technique", and slashed straight at Miss Sophie's delicate pink neck.

Miss Sophie simply took a step to the side, and Zhang Ang's attack landed in the empty space.

Zhang Ang was not discouraged, and made another slash, this time hitting Miss Sophie's delicate waist.

Miss Sophie took a step back, dodged the move, and drew her sword.

It was another forward charge, and the blade landed on Zhang Ang's neck.

Zhang Ang's throat twitched, and he said helplessly, "Okay, I admit defeat."

Miss Sophie didn't think it would be so easy to let him go: "Your moves are not bad, but you don't know how to defend the opponent when you attack, and you don't have any actual combat experience. But it doesn't matter, let's continue."

Then the two practiced against each other all morning.

Oh, it was Zhang Ang who was abused unilaterally all morning: the best result was only three tricks.

Zhang Ang looked at the sun and suggested, "It's almost noon, let's eat first."

"Then you go and do it. I want to eat the roasted chicken leg yesterday and the fish fillets in the water." Miss Sophie ordered.

In desperation, Zhang Ang had no choice but to drag his tired body into the kitchen of the Earl's Mansion.

It was so easy to prepare a table of rich dishes for the earl's family. Zhang Ang was about to leave, but Earl Marceau said first: "Li Ang, you can eat together. Our house has not been so lively for a long time. I think I used to be alone. For dinner, fortunately Sophie is back, and Li Ang, you are so good at cooking. It feels like home."

Zhang Ang was speechless, so he sat down cautiously and ate together.

With no one else around, Miss Sophie's eating was not very elegant. She held a big bun in one hand and a roasted chicken leg in the other, and her mouth was full of oil.He praised Zhang Ang's cooking skills again and again.

Earl Marceau just looked at Sophie lovingly, without any blame.

After finally finishing his meal, Zhang Ang stood up and was about to leave.Miss Sophie interrupted again: "Let's take a break, we will continue in the afternoon."

Zhang Ang was taken aback: "Continue? Continue with what?"

"Of course I will continue to guide you in martial arts. If you are so weak, if you go to the battlefield in the future, I will not be a widow." Miss Sophie felt very strange.

"I don't think there is any need to bother Miss Sophie. I will hire an experienced warrior as a teacher and I will study hard!" Zhang Ang promised.

"Those mediocre people can teach you nothing. According to their teaching methods, you will always be a waste. In short, you will come here every afternoon from now on, and I will personally guide you." Miss Sophie was determined.

"Okay." Zhang Ang had no choice but to agree, feeling that the road ahead was dark.

It stands to reason that it is better to face a big beauty than a big old man if he is also instructed to practice martial arts.

But after being abused for a long time, Zhang Ang is also very clear about Miss Sophie's education method: that is to let you learn nourishment from failure by constantly beating you.

This kind of education method is very brutal. There is no guidance on moves, no application of skills, and no tricks to teach actual combat. It all depends on one's own experience and understanding. It is a typical Spartan education.

With this kind of education method, if the object is a Shaking M, he will be ecstatic, and he will not think about it, and his strength will inevitably improve by the day.

Zhang Ang is a normal man, he knows how to suffer, knows how to be tired, and will be discouraged and frustrated. He really doesn't want to accept this kind of education.

But life is like being strong. If you can't resist, you need to learn to enjoy it.

Obviously, Zhang Ang couldn't resist at all now, so the afternoon of "enjoyment" began.

"You have weak backhand, poor forehand, loose footsteps, slow reaction, and none of your moves are decent. With such a move, you want to attack me, it's just a dream!" Miss Sophie scolded coquettishly, and sword shadows flew.

With a sound of "clang", the stainless steel kitchen knife in Zhang Ang's hand was knocked into the air again.Zhang Ang knelt on the ground on one knee, panting heavily, beads of sweat slid down his cheeks to the ground.

His chest and back were already soaked, and his hands were burning. He didn't know how many times he had been defeated, and how many times the knife had been knocked away. He just mechanically retrieved the knife and launched an attack again. .

After being knocked down again, Zhang Ang lay on the ground, unable to get up again.

Miss Sophie looked at Zhang Ang who looked like a dead dog, and announced: "It seems that it is almost the same, let's leave it at that for today."

She bent down, helped Zhang Ang who was limp on the ground, and helped him into the room.

At this time, Zhang Ang's limbs were weak and his whole body was weak, and he was not in the mood to appreciate the softness and elasticity of Miss Sophie's body.

Miss Sophie carefully took off Zhang Ang's clothes, took out a small box, opened the small box, and there was a white paste inside.

She took out some, carefully spread it on the joints of Zhang Ang's arm, and then spread the ointment evenly.

Zhang Ang intuitively felt that the limbs and joints were cool, and the original soreness and swelling disappeared completely. He couldn't help asking: What kind of medicine is this, and why is it so effective. "

Miss Sophie explained: "This is the Holy See's secret healing medicine. They use it for themselves and don't take it away. Fortunately, I have a good friend in Notre Dame, so I got some. Now it's cheaper for you."

After applying the ointment and resting for a while, Zhang Ang felt better. He bid farewell to Miss Sophie, and went home with heavy steps.

(End of this chapter)