A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

After all, the Grand Master is a national protector, and few people in the Knights Templar know about it.

Those who know about it won't spread it! In fact, even if they did, few people would believe it.

"Is this Grand Master Thomas? The one with the eight thousand florins?"

"It should be him!"

Among the group, the one who looked like the leader spoke to his companions. Their voices were so low that outsiders could not hear them.

But Thomas frowned immediately.

"Mansletty!" Thomas said.

Mansreti immediately stopped what he was doing and looked over.

"It seems your teaching methods are a bit outdated," Thomas said. "Look, why are you ignoring these newcomers?"

Mansreti was puzzled. He was teaching the basics of martial arts, and those warriors were all elite warriors who didn't need basic training at all.

"Captain, I'm not... prioritizing the newcomers with lower skills..."

"Mansreti, although it's okay for you to take care of the newcomers with lower skills, it's a bit biased. Have you ever heard the saying 'It's better to receive the Dharma than to observe it'? So, it's better to use real practical performance to achieve better educational results." Thomas said earnestly.

"For example, you could practice sparring with a few of them, and the others could watch. That way, everyone can gain insights and avoid favoritism."

Mansreti looked at Thomas, then at the newcomers.

The other party is also eager to try.

So he went down and took up his training sword.

As for the lining, he was too lazy to wear it.

The newcomer over there also came off the field. Seeing that he was not wearing protective armor, someone next to him suggested that he put it on, but he proudly refused.

Since Mansreti doesn't wear it, why should he wear it?

After all, he believed he had advantages: he was younger, taller, and (at least seemingly) stronger.

Thomas glanced at the training equipment in the hands of both sides. Although it was a sword, it could be understood as a wooden stick with an iron core.

It's difficult to kill someone, but without armor, a hit will definitely hurt.

The remaining three newcomers were still discussing the matter, once again uttering the taboo word "eight thousand florins."

"Joseph!" Thomas called out, and Knight Joseph came over.

"One coach isn't enough, so you should come and help. You see, that new guy is just lacking a practice partner."

Joseph looked at it and also picked up a training sword and went off.

The guy over there also came down with a sword.

This guy is quite creative, because right after he came off the court, he suddenly jumped up and launched a dishonorable sneak attack.

If this sword hits, it will definitely cause at least a bruise.

Maybe he would just knock the person down.

But it was no use. Joseph took a half step to the side in advance to avoid the opponent's sneak attack, and the wooden stick brushed past him by a millimeter.

Then he casually struck the opponent's fleshy thigh.

The blow from the patriot is not easy to bear.

The man screamed in pain and stepped back repeatedly.

This is the case on Joseph's side, and naturally the same is true on Mansreti's side.

The newcomer was hit on the butt by Mansreti's stick, and he lost his balance and fell flat on his face.

This is how it works when protecting the nation against the elite. If you take it seriously, it'll only take one or two moves; if you don't, it'll take ten or so.

The above refers to not using extraordinary abilities. If they were used, those ten elite soldiers might not be able to withstand the attack of the national defense team.

Chapter 252 Training Ground 2

"Wait! I forgot to put on my armor!" The newcomer grimaced in pain, but suddenly raised his hand to ask for a timeout.

This is just being clever.

Joseph did not stop him and gestured for him to put on armor first.

So he put on his armor and helmet and came over again.

This time the beating was even worse.

Because there was no need for Joseph to hold back.

All I could hear was a series of crackling sounds, which was the sound of wooden sticks hitting the armor lining.

The newcomer was quite tough and fought beautifully. Out of ten moves, he was able to barely block one or two.

After being hit with the stick for twenty or thirty times, he was finally knocked to the ground, his whole body twitching with pain.

When someone came to help take off the helmet, I saw that his face was covered with snot and tears.

He was beaten badly.

Even without taking off my clothes, I knew that my body was covered with bruises and it would take three to five days to heal.

Thomas nodded in satisfaction.

Let these people know what "trouble comes from the mouth" means.

Mansreti's side ended earlier because his opponent was not wearing armor.

Someone had just reminded him to put it on, but he refused. He was too embarrassed to sheathe his sword, and couldn't ask to wear armor like his companions.

So it only took five or six hits before he was knocked to the ground.

The injury was not serious, but the pain was so severe that I could never get up again.

Finally, he was supported by his companions and left the field to rest in shame.

Joseph turned his gaze towards Thomas.

"Captain, I've just had some insights and I'd like to try them out with someone. How about we practice?"

"Ha, that's perfect. I haven't practiced with anyone in a long time." Thomas took the initiative to say.

It was indeed a long time since he had practiced with anyone.

I often train, but I always train alone because there is nothing much to train with the national defense and elite troops, as the two sides are not on the same level at all.

Now, there are finally a few people in the Knights who can practice against me.

Joseph came over after hearing this, and the two of them arrived at the venue.

The two men were not wearing armor and were standing straight about ten steps apart.

Both his movements and aura were obviously different from those of others.

Joseph observed him intently. He knew Thomas had become a Protector of the Nation long ago, but he was curious about his true strength.

But since Thomas took over as Grand Master, he has not been in the forefront, and basically stayed in the rear as a commander. He only went into battle when he had no choice.

Having the ability to protect the country but not taking on the role of protecting the country seems to be quite unprofessional.

This time I can take a closer look and see how good his martial arts skills are.

At the same time, it is also an opportunity to verify how much combat power he has after becoming a protector of the country.

The two men each took a fighting stance.

Suddenly, two figures rushed forward at the same time, rushing towards each other.

Joseph also practiced martial arts since he was young, and after he became an adult, he was further trained in the army. He experienced countless life and death situations and only after surviving many dangers did he become an elite soldier.

So the martial arts he learned were somewhat mixed.

After all, in a life-or-death situation, practicality is paramount, and all flashy tactics will be discarded.

In the blink of an eye, the two men crossed each other and exchanged moves in an instant.

The first move is to test the opponent's speed and reaction.

The wooden sticks in their hands collided, making a dull sound.

The two men's bursts of speed were surprisingly almost the same.

Joseph felt a little relieved.

After becoming a Protector of the Nation, the body is affected by the magic network and becomes stronger all the time. The longer you become a Protector of the Nation, the stronger you become.

But now it seems that Thomas and he did not have an overwhelming advantage before.

And the opponent obviously doesn't want to attack.

Without time to think, he changed his body shape, turned around and took a step, and performed a set of sword techniques like flowing water.

This sword technique is one of his special skills. Its characteristics are its tendency to attack and its speed.

Try to use lots of light attacks to gradually wear down the enemy.

It's a very practical sword technique, and most importantly, it has a strong fault tolerance function, which can cope with unexpected situations and can switch from offense to defense at any time.

Thomas took a defensive stance.

From the moves, we can see that the foundation is very good, the lower body is stable, and the movements are almost flawless.

Although Joseph's attack was swift, Thomas was also able to hold his ground and would not retreat.

In a few seconds, the weapons in the hands of the two men had crossed several times.

He did not use any extraordinary powers or any special moves, but just ordinary attacks, fighting with martial arts moves and physical fitness.

Although the fight has already begun, both sides are holding back and it is currently only in the exploratory stage.

After more than ten seconds, the two of them suddenly accelerated.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound.

The two men's weapons collided with each other with full force.

The two were evenly matched, and were both knocked back several steps by the recoil force.

The sword used for training was half iron and half wooden, and was extremely tough. Even the might of the Protectorate could not break it.

Joseph's expression changed slightly. This was the first time he truly felt Thomas's true power.

Although the sword in his hand was not broken, there was a slight stinging pain in the palm of his hand. It was obvious that he was not able to bear the force, resulting in slight bruises and some swelling.

Without any further hesitation, he gathered all his strength and charged forward quickly.

Take advantage of the opponent's retreat and give chase!

His speed at this moment was as fast as an arrow.

This is no longer a speed that can be achieved through normal human exercise.

But if the bystanders are not qualified enough, it would be extremely difficult to see this matter.

Only the opponent can feel the pressure brought by this speed.

Bang bang bang! !

In a blink of an eye, the two men exchanged dozens of moves.

Thomas stood still, using the wooden stick in his hand to deal with attacks from all directions at lightning speed.

The other party is fast, but he is not slow either.

It seems that Joseph has made great progress. Although he has been promoted to the Protector of the Nation not long ago, his speed and strength have far surpassed his previous level.

But they were still blocked one by one by Thomas.

He understood in his heart that there was indeed a gap between the defenders of the country.

The advantage of high-level national defenders over low-level national defenders is still quite obvious, but this advantage is not irreparable.

Specific environments, differences in martial arts techniques, and physical condition can all make up for this disadvantage.

This time, after exchanging more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye, Joseph chose to retreat, his whole body steaming with heat and the sword in his hand hanging down.

"I lost." He said sincerely.