Hunter starting from Hunter World

Early the next morning, when the sun slowly rose from the horizon to dispel the darkness, Bell, who was drunk for the first time in his life, finally woke up from his deep sleep.

He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or because he was inspired by what he said last night. He felt that all the fatigue and pressure had disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a positive and enterprising good attitude.

No hesitation!

The rabbit-like boy immediately rushed into the bathroom to wash up, drank the milk the goddess had prepared for him in one gulp, then held a sandwich made of bacon, eggs, vegetables and bread in his mouth, opened the door of the store and rushed out. Planning to go to the dungeon to start a day of practice.

But just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly saw Allen and Ais standing in the open space at the door, engaged in a fierce battle.

Due to the speed, only a faint afterimage could be seen, as well as the crisp sound and sparks from the collision between swords.

When another round was over, the blond girl finally couldn't bear the high-intensity battle and stopped breathing heavily, her eyes filled with unconcealable shock.

Because she had tried her best, but still couldn't break through the opponent's defense circle.

Not to mention the defensive circle, Allen didn't even move from beginning to end. His feet were firmly nailed to the ground like nails, and his breathing was steady, and he didn't even shed a drop of sweat.

Monster! Ais bit her lower lip and came out with two words.

Although many people in the outside world have used the same words to describe her, she knows very well that the guy in front of her with a faint smile on his face is truly worthy of this title.

Do you know why every attack you make is in vain? Allen asked bluntly.

Because I'm too weak! And you're too strong! Sword Girl replied without thinking.

Hearing this, Allen couldn't help but smile and shook his head: No, you are wrong. I have just limited my physical fitness to a state that is almost the same as yours, so the strength of this root has nothing to do with it. Cha Cha On the contrary, your offensive skills are too crude, and it can even be said that you are completely relying on instinct to fight.

Skill?

Ais frowned subconsciously.

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Part of her skills were taught by group leader Finn, and part of them were honed through long-term battles with monsters. She was definitely among the strongest in adventure at the same level.

Now, suddenly someone said that her technique was too rough, which would inevitably lead to an uncomfortable feeling.

That's right! Technique! Give me the simplest example! If I raise my sword and stab you in the throat, what will be your immediate reaction?

As he spoke, Allen suddenly handed out a sword.

Aisi didn't have time to think too much and immediately swung her sword to block.

But unfortunately, just when she thought she could block the sword, she suddenly found that the opponent's wrist flicked and drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, finally stopping at the waist less than half a centimeter away from the waist. place.

If it were a life and death fight, her internal organs and intestines would probably flow out by now.

There is no doubt that for Aisi, this technique of changing moves mid-stream is unheard of and unseen.

Compared to skills, most adventurers in this world prefer to rely on level, attributes, skills and magic to suppress their opponents.

In addition, the enemies mainly dealt with were monsters with low IQs in the dungeon, so a straight-forward fighting style gradually formed.

Although it cannot be said that there is no skill at all, in Allen's opinion there are still too many flaws.

Especially when the basic attributes are almost the same, this kind of attack that is very easy to see through and the defense that relies entirely on feeling cannot stop those skills that have been tempered for thousands of times.

How did you do it? Ais asked with a puzzled look on her head.

Allen retracted his sword and explained casually: It's very simple! I took advantage of your inertial thinking, or I predicted your prediction. Because whether you are attacking or defending, your movements are too single, and there is basically no change. , it is easy to guess what you will do next. Of course, I am not saying that simplicity is not good, but I mean that you must adapt to changes in battle.

Then how do I change it? Ais continued to ask.

First of all, remove all redundant movements and streamline attack and defense to only a few basic movements. Secondly, use these movements repeatedly in battles day after day until a muscle memory instinct is formed. Once this is done One step and you can start the final part, working on the pace and variations, stringing all the moves together, and using them at the most appropriate times. It's a long process, and you can come here every morning and I'll pull out one I disappeared to accompany you in sparring. As for today, let’s stop here and go back to digest it. We will continue tomorrow.”

After saying that, Allen fiddled with the sword in his hand and turned his gaze to Bell, who was eavesdropping: Don't just stand there! Pull out your weapon and attack! Let me see the results of your training these days.

Huh? Me... me? Bell pointed at himself in surprise.

That's right! Is there anyone else here besides you and Sword Girl? Allen urged impatiently.

Realizing that he had no choice, Bell had no choice but to pull out his sword and shouted: I'm going to attack!

The words just fell!

He rushed over suddenly and swept his hand with a sweep.

But before he could enter the attack range, he suddenly felt something kick his ankle.

The next second...

His whole body felt turned upside down, as if his body had rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, and finally lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

The range of movements is too large! There are too many unnecessary movements! The steps are not steady enough! In short, there are flaws all over the body. It seems that you need to start training from scratch, otherwise it will be difficult to change once you develop bad habits. Allen He commented while touching his chin.

Although I had long expected that Bell would be a complete rookie, I didn't expect that his foundation would be so poor.

I don’t know how Zeus has been raising children all these years.

Could it be that there was no training at all?

If so, where did he get the courage to send Bell to Orario, the Tomb of Heroes where countless adventurers die every day?

Do you really think that the dungeon is a public toilet, where you can go in and out when you want?

You must know that the cemetery originally prepared by the guild for adventurers has been filled with mutilated corpses, and another area had to be designated as a new cemetery.

This shows how high the mortality rate is for people who go in and out of the dungeon every day. They are simply trying to survive with their heads in their belts.

Are you going to train me?

Bell quickly got up from the ground, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

Haha, yes. Be mentally prepared. From now on, every day will be hell for you. Since you were so scared by the Minotaur last time that you couldn't move, today we will start from the tenth Let’s start on the seventh floor.”

After saying that, Allen pursed his lips and revealed a devilish smile.

Tenth...seventeenth floor? I am a first-level adventurer! Bell was suddenly frightened and trembling.

But Allen didn't give him any chance to refuse. He knocked him unconscious with a knife, then strode towards the entrance of the dungeon with it on his shoulders.