Pirate Golden Griffon

Allen had a good sleep. He woke up very early the next morning. After washing up, he went to a small garden on the side and started training.

Although he was out on a mission, there were still two days until the auction started, and there was nothing going on in these two days. Allen was unwilling to waste this time and still planned to train.

He took off his heavy sword and began to practice swinging it, one after another.

Until the sound of footsteps sounded, Allen put down his sword and looked behind him, where stood a young man half a head shorter than himself.

After coming here for more than four months, I am now 1.8 meters tall, while the other person is about 1.7 meters tall, about [-] or [-] meters tall.

He has blond hair, blue eyes, and carries a big sword on his back. He is the young man who followed Andrew yesterday.

"Are you out training so early?"

The young man came over, said hello with a smile, then stretched out his hand and said, "I forgot to introduce you, my name is Alex."

"My name is Allen."

Allen shook hands with him, and then asked: "What can I do for you?"

"Would you like to compare notes?"

Alex said excitedly: "You are also a swordsman, right? How about we have a competition?"

"Let's compare notes"

Allen looked behind Alex. He was also carrying a broad-edged sword, but the blade was nearly twenty centimeters shorter. The blade was narrower than his own, only about twelve centimeters, and the thickness was only about one centimeter. .

It's probably half the weight, so it can't be considered a big sword compared to Eren's sword.

"sure."

Allen did not refuse. Seeing that the other party was not old, he also wanted to try his own strength and compare it with his peers.

"bring it on."

Alex walked to the center of the garden clearing, took off the sword from his back, held the hilt with both hands, and said, "That's it."

"it is good."

Allen walked up to Alex, also held the heavy sword, stared at the opponent's movements, and said: "Come here."

"Be careful."

Alex shouted loudly, stepped forward, raised the long sword in his hand, slashed diagonally, and slashed towards Allen's neck.

clang.

Allen held the hilt of the sword and raised it to the upper left. The blade close to the hilt held the opponent's sword.

"come again"

Alex withdrew the sword backwards, then thrust the sword straight, stabbing Allen in the abdomen.

Faced with this blow, Allen moved his arms down, while rotating the blade, all the way down, hitting the opponent's blade diagonally, opening the opponent's sword, and then made a backhand sword, cutting Alex's Neck.

Alex immediately stepped to the left, pulled back the sword, then took a step forward, and stabbed Allen in the face with the sword in his backhand.

Allen just struck the air with his sword. The hilt of the sword was pulled upward, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally towards the ground. The blade cut into the opponent's long sword, blocking the blow.

"not bad."

Alex praised, drew an arc above the sword, stepped forward, lowered the sword, and slashed towards Allen's neck.

But he was blocked by Allen again and returned in vain.

Alex kept attacking Allen, but to no avail, unable to break through Allen's defensive circle.

Allen moved the hilt of the great sword and moved the blade close to the hilt, either cutting downward, lifting upward, or blocking, to block all Alex's attacks from his body.

And when blocking, Allen must keep Alex's long sword away from his body, so that if Alex wants to attack, he can only attack by retracting his sword.

"It's a very clever defense."

Andrew stood in the aisle on the second floor, staring at the battle below. "Move the hilt of the sword and use the lower part of the blade to block, avoiding the shortcomings caused by the heavy sword. And blocking with the smallest movement, not much There’s no redundancy at all, this guy is pretty good.”

"Of course, how can we, the members of the Don Quixote family, be any different?" Tony Bol's voice sounded, and he slowly slid over and stood next to Andrew.

"But if he only has this ability, he will definitely lose."

Andrew said, and as his words fell, Alex pounced again.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The long sword in Alex's hand turned into afterimages, attacking Allen's vitals.

Facing his attack, Allen was not impatient. He stared at his movements and continued to block.

But the fourth sword swung by Alex slashed towards Allen's legs.

Facing this blow, Allen swung his sword downwards and blocked the sword.

But the moment he was blocked, Alex stepped forward, holding the sword in his right hand, rotating the sword tip downwards, grabbing the hilt of the sword in his right hand and pressing forward, with the sword body pressing down on the big sword in Allen's hand.

At this moment, a short sword appeared in Alex's left hand and slashed at Allen's neck.

Facing this sword, Allen grabbed the sword with his left hand, raised his right hand, and blocked it at his neck.

Zira.

The armband of his right arm hit the blade of the dagger, and the blade rubbed against the armband, making a harsh sound, but he could not get any closer to Allen.

"There is another trick"

Alex was a little surprised, kicked his feet on the ground, pushed Allen back a few steps, and stabbed Allen several times with the dagger in his left hand.

But Allen retreated, waving his right arm, using the boxing and blocking skills that Rao G taught him, and constantly blocking with his armband, blocking all his attacks.

After taking a few steps back, Allen's body sank, he stepped on the ground with his right foot, stopped his retreat, kicked off his right leg, and bumped his body forward.

Alex felt a strong force coming from him, so he retreated, inserted the dagger back into his waist, then held the long sword and said, "You are very strong."

"You're good too"

Allen looked at the opponent and said, this guy is very strong, his speed and reaction are faster than his own. He can only block, but cannot find any chance to attack.

And this last move, if he hadn't been wearing an armband, he would have been defeated by now.

"If you are just defensive, I won't find any chance."

Alex shrugged and said, "It seems I still need to work harder."

After hearing his words, Allen was very ashamed. I am not only defensive, but only defensive.

For four months, Diamanti trained with Allen, occasionally correcting his movements, and did not teach him anything else. However, Diamanti continued to increase his speed and attack from all directions, allowing Allen to slowly and skillfully handle it. Various attacks, so very good at defense.

As for Allen's offense, he only has ordinary moves such as slashing, swiping, and lifting.

Although he often practiced swinging his sword and learned some skills, compared to the four months Diamanti accompanied him to practice defense, the difference was still far behind.

"Then let's work hard together."

Allen smiled and said, "Why don't we exchange sword skills, and I can tell you defensive skills."

"is it okay"

Alex asked excitedly.

"of course."

Allen patted him on the shoulder, showed a sincere smile, and said, "But you also have to tell me your offensive skills."

. . .

"Gorilla, I don't see Allen losing."

On the second floor, Torebol couldn't help but mock Andrew next to him.

"I really didn't expect that."

Andrew was also a little surprised and said: "His reactions are very fast, his blocking movements are very clever, and he seems to be proficient in some physical skills,"

"He did learn boxing."

Torebol said from the side, "And he can also shoot. If he finally pulls out a gun, your apprentice will not be able to hide away."

"Do you still know how to shoot?"

Andrew was a little surprised, and then said: "It seems that your Don Quixote family has put a lot of effort into him, so he must value him very much."

He cares about me so much that I don't bother to deal with this kid.

But Torebol chuckled and said, "That's right, he is our key training target, and he is much better than your disciple."

"yes"

Andrew smiled, crossed his arms across his chest, glanced at Torebol, and said, "Did you know that my apprentice Alex is only 13 years old? When he reaches my age, he will definitely be stronger than me."

"13 years old"

Torebol was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Andrew frowned.

Torrebol's laughter kept flowing down, and then he said: "Alan is only ten years old, which is three years younger than your apprentice."

"what"

When Andrew heard what he said, he was stunned on the spot and asked: "You are half a head taller than my apprentice and you are still so strong. Are you only ten years old?"

"That's right, only ten years old. Hahahaha."

Torebol laughed happily, and the mucus from his laughter flew around and fell on Andrew, giving him a chill.

"What a good seedling."

Andrew couldn't help but admire, and then said: "It seems that after the auction is over, Alex will need to be trained twice as much, no, at least three times."

"Ah."

Alex, who was describing the sword-swinging movements to Allen, couldn't help sneezing, "Why do I have an ominous premonition?"

"Alex."

Allen took a step forward, held the sword in both hands and slashed downwards, then stopped in mid-air, pulled back slightly, rotated the blade, then lunged forward and thrust straight with the sword.

With a whoosh, the big sword struck out with a bang, thrust out a certain distance, and then stopped in the air.

Allen took back the big sword and asked: "How about it's almost done now?"

"Almost, and you hold the sword very steadily."

Alex nodded, and then said: "But your sword is too heavy, I suggest you use a lighter one."

"It would be nice to have more strength."

Allen held the sword with one hand, waved it, and then asked: "By the way, how do you usually train? Let me first tell you how I train. I usually..."

Pressure means holding a sword in your right hand and stabbing forward.

Continued: "I am like this"

Turning around, laughing and sliding towards the distance, he disappeared into the distance.