Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 140 Daily Practice

It was the last week of September, two months after the assassination of the kingdom's princess.

After the morning sun pierced the sky, the bell tower rang for the third time.

In the courtyard of a townhouse, Ina and Rick stood five meters apart, facing each other.

In the past two years, this kind of scene has not been uncommon in this courtyard.

The white-haired girl was only wearing a button-down shirt without any trims, similar to a man's, and a pair of tight brown leather pants.

The clothes fit Ina's body tightly and were obviously simple clothes specially prepared for fighting training.

Ina stretched her body and exercised her muscles.

Prepare for the real fight in a while.

The clothes at this time occasionally revealed wrinkles that aroused people's imagination. Her figure, which was slender among her peers but still full, was fully revealed at this moment.

With Ina's black ponytail hair shining in the morning sun and falling like a snowy waterfall, and her fair and pretty face, she has an excellent appearance.

This scene is enough to make any young man who sees it stop and take a look.

On the other side, Rick stood with his hands behind his back, a wooden sword casually inserted upside down beside him.

Looks very ordinary.

But as long as someone steps forward and tries to pull out the wooden sword, they will truly feel how extraordinary this power is...

The wooden sword is made exactly according to the standard weight of a regular one-handed sword, weighing over three pounds!

And the counterweight is the classic handle-heavy, blade-light.

Even so, it still stands on the ground without any deviation or tipping.

The blade of the wooden sword was not sharp at all, but it penetrated nearly nine inches into the dry and compacted loess!

Rick didn't need to warm up like Ina did.

Having served in the military fortress for many years, he can control his muscles, heartbeat, blood flow and even reactions just by breathing in battle.

Fine-tune to the optimal state before battle without being noticed.

After another round of warm-up, Ina walked to the wooden fence on one side and took the wooden sword.

He lowered his body slightly, holding the sword with both hands, leaning forward on the right side, and taking the starting posture of a one-handed sword move.

On the other hand, Rick stretched out his right hand and held it in the air.

The external breath of war instantly penetrated the ground.

The next second, the wooden sword shot out an arrow like a crossbow, turned into a gray light, and was held in his hand.

"Tell me the truth, do I really not need to let you?" Rick said with a wry smile: "I don't think you can hit me when I block..."

There is no falsehood. There are hundreds of silver-level warriors at the top of the kingdom.

It is no exaggeration to say that Rick is fully capable of killing a sixth-level monster that can destroy a town with his bare hands.

Even if we don't use the battle rest, if we take him as our opponent, I guess there won't be a bronze rank person in the entire kingdom who can stand a chance of winning.

"Don't look down on me. I'm already a bronze-level warrior who has formally learned magic and combat skills. You can't defeat me within ten moves without using combat breath. Do you still want to make concessions?"

"I'm not the easy-to-deal-with little girl I used to be!"

Although the big words were spoken with great momentum, there was no trace of frivolity or carelessness in Ina's eyes.

She was well aware of Rick's almost monstrous physical abilities.

To this day, she has never really forced Rick, who does not use battle breath, to... go all out.

"No, it's been less than three months since our last sparring session. Promise me you won't make it sound like we haven't seen each other for years, okay, little one."

Rick seemed to be able to feel the non-existent beads of sweat on his head:

"In the entire kingdom, I have never heard of a lower bronze warrior being able to survive ten moves against a higher silver warrior."

Rick held the wooden sword in front of him with one hand, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky.

Although he had no intention of taking it seriously, he still had a strong interest in Ina's growth and wanted to see how far the white-haired girl had come.

"Then let's get started."

"Nature that nurtures all things, the origin of magic, the elements that brush across the earth and the sea..."

"Primary Wind Element Protection"

"Primary physical enhancement"

"Shield"

Ina chanted in a low voice and cast two strengthening magics on herself at the beginning.

As always, Rick won't take the initiative.

After all, there is no need for sparring this way. It can be defeated in one move. What's there to say?

Now, he is a high-level magician who has roughly learned all four levels of magic.

There is only one thing Ina can do and should do.

The magical light was like the stars scattered in the night sky or the fluorescence on the lake. It floated around Ina, then quickly condensed and penetrated into her body.

In an instant, Ina could feel her own strength, and her body control ability had improved slightly, and her body became much lighter.

If Ina had just followed the swordsmanship taught by Rick, she could only compete with ordinary lower-level bronze-level people.

At this moment, she is already capable of fighting with professionals who are close to the middle level and have no talents or extraordinary skills.

Of course, she has to do more than that.

The tone of the chanting suddenly changed. It was no longer a whisper, but became extremely serious, and the speed of speech naturally slowed down.

"Greatness Different from the Four Elements"

"The Creation of God"

"Servant of Darkness"

“The hidden power”

"Visual Coverage"

A true fourth-level magic!

"No, is it that serious?"

Seeing Ina's body gradually becoming transparent and blending into the background color, Rick's brows twitched involuntarily.

And at the same moment the magic is completed.

Ina was like a nimble wolf cub, pouncing straight towards Rick.

Under the protection of the wind element, her footsteps were still terribly light when she accelerated, and the sound was almost inaudible.

Five meters, even if it was an ordinary swordsman fighting, the distance would only be about ten steps.

In an instant, Ina rushed to Rick, raised her sword, and swept it towards his waist!

However, just as Ina stopped and raised her sword, Rick moved.

At some point, his pupils swept towards Ina, who was impossible to be seen. The wooden sword in his right hand seemed to have turned into a phantom, and it stabbed from bottom to top faster than the oncoming person... and met the horizontal slash.

The strength of a Silver-rank professional is far more than just physical ability and the wider application of combat intelligence.

There are also extraordinary reaction and perception abilities that are enhanced to an level that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Vision, hearing, and smell are not just as simple as Heina.

As long as Rick is willing, the slightest footsteps within one kilometer and the smell within two kilometers can be clearly recognized and their locations confirmed.

Rick is more accustomed to using the simplest and most widely used battle breath in the silver rank to replace the perception of the five senses.

As a result, it is impossible for them to block out the massive amount of redundant and noisy information like scouts and assassins who have undergone a lot of rigorous training.

But for Ina who was so close.

Rick doesn't need to amplify his five senses at all.

The sound of a sword breaking through the wind.

The sound of footsteps still exists despite trying hard to suppress it.

Every time it rises, the earthy smell becomes more obvious.

Ina's scent is so subtle that it is almost inaudible.

At this moment, it is so conspicuous in Rick's perception.

"Snapped!"

When the two swords collided, powerful force was transmitted from the hilts. Even though Ina held it with both hands, she almost dropped it.

On the other side, Rick's wooden sword, which was an inch wide and half an inch thick and had no war breath attached to it, suddenly exploded, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Under the extraordinary force, even iron products are often unable to withstand it, let alone wooden weapons.