The Lord of the Underworld of Pirates

In the open space on the deck, after a day of training, Mo Wen gestured to the iron plate mounted on a ship's pole.

"Forward song, continuous thrusts."

"Ding ding ding ding!"

Five sword holes appeared on the iron plate five centimeters in front of Mo Wen. Mo Wen used the cane sword in his hand to do a sword show and nodded with satisfaction:

"It's not easy. We have finally completed this phase of training. Brooke, when will we start the next phase of training."

Brook also saw the results of Mo Wen's swords through Mo Wen's perspective, smiled and struck:

"Oh oh oh oh, you are learning too slowly. Although I don't know how long it has been, it only took me three years to get to your level. You have been here for decades. It must have been decades. ”

Mo Wen looked slightly embarrassed:

"No, I think I'm quite talented. Is it that bad? Besides, it didn't take as long as you said!"

"Really, yo ho ho ho, did my brain remember it wrong... Hey, I have no brain anymore!" Brooke told his skeleton joke again.

"Well, there is no next stage. It can also be said that the next stage does not have the conditions to be completed here."

Mo Wen was a little surprised after hearing this, but he disappeared. He was quite self-aware of his level.

This is definitely a small role in this sea. Can the navy offer a reward of 1000 million? He hurriedly asked:

"Why is it gone? What should I do?"

Brooke was not in a hurry to answer Mo Wen's question. He took over his body and put away his sword, and said slowly:

"Exercise training in kendo is useless. Continuous training can only make you proficient in skills. If you want to go further, you can only win a chance in actual combat. If you win, you will go further. If you lose, you will lose everything."

"There are no enemies here who can make you live or die. Why don't you want to step into the realm of a swordsman?"

Mo Wen was embarrassed for a while after hearing this. How could he have forgotten such a simple truth? It really was because he had no brains.

"Well, it seems we can only wait until we go out to think about the rest. Then can I only practice sword practice?"

After Mo asked, Brooke shook his head.

"You should have noticed that there are some abnormalities in our bodies." Brooke sat down and said a little tiredly.

"Is it true? I thought it was an illusion. I didn't feel tired even when I first started practicing swordplay. No, it should be said that my soul is tired." Mo Wen heard Brooke's words and thought a little.

Brooke leaned on the old chair and picked up the cold black tea beside him, took a sip and said slowly;

"Well, I was somewhat aware of it when you started learning some moves a few months or a few years ago."

"After you finished training, when I was playing the music, I lost my concentration for a moment and made mistakes in my music. This is an insult to a musician!"

Brooke said angrily:

"Later on, I started to observe slowly and found that when we exercise too much and take less rest, we will feel tired."

Mo Wen also began to slowly recall that he would indeed feel tired when he started practicing more powerful moves later on, and this feeling deepened step by step.

"But it's my fault, Brooke, that you later set the time for my training."

Brooke continued:

"I thought that reducing the amount of exercise would become normal, but now it seems that it has little effect."

Mo Wen felt that the situation was quite serious, so he hurriedly asked:

"Then what should we do? Do we need to stop training and take more rest?"

Brooke heard Dao Mowen's suggestion and thought about it:

"Well, let's not stop for now. We need more rest time, or sleep."

Mo Wen thought about it and found out that they really didn't seem to get much rest.

Either he was practicing swordplay or Brooke was playing music and playing skeleton games. Sometimes the two of them would go on ghost ship expeditions. In separate terms, they both basically had a rest, but the bones seemed to have never stopped.

Mo Wen told Brooke the result of his guess, and Brooke also agreed.

The two of them immediately agreed to spend about eight hours each to ensure that their bodies get at least eight hours of rest.

Over time, Brooke and Mo Wen found that this method was effective but not very effective.

As time went by, they gradually increased their sleep time. The two of them also went from six hours to five hours, to one person using 4 hours each. Both of them were awake for 4 hours at the same time. Each person had to force himself to enter 16 hours. hibernation

Regarding this anomaly, the two of them gradually discovered the problem. It was not physical fatigue at all, but at the soul level.

It was not obvious when the two souls first entered this body, but as time went by, problems emerged. One body could not bear the souls of two people at all, and the longer the time passed, the greater the burden became.

Brooke and Mo Wen had no choice about this situation. They couldn't separate themselves, so they could only start to slowly stop a lot of unnecessary actions, hoping to alleviate the symptoms.