A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

Even the eyes and ears, which have become less useful due to aging, have been greatly restored.

I can only say that I feel no less than when I was young.

"Old man, are you finishing?"

"Yeah, just came out to stretch my legs," Leonard replied. "I haven't practiced in a long time, sorry to bother you."

"If you haven't practiced for a long time, this level won't be enough," said Little Balbo. "One of my coaches told me that if you only do simple exercise for a long time without sparring, your nerves will become dull. How about I practice with you, old man?"

Leonard was startled, but saw that the other party had come over and picked up two training swords from the pile of training equipment.

It is made of iron inside and wood outside, and its weight is the same as a real sword, but in fact it is just a stick.

Basically no one will be killed.

With a sword in each hand, he took up his stance.

"Don't you want to change your weapon?" asked little Balboa.

"Ah, actually this is my favorite." Leonard gestured at the spear in his hand.

Although it is called a short spear, it is actually quite long, about two meters in length.

One was excited to see the prey, and the other was ambitious, and neither wanted to retreat.

Double swords against short spears.

Little Balbo was the first to take action. He took a big step forward, seemingly moving forward, but his body suddenly swayed and he rushed from another direction.

Leonard remained motionless, not confused by his opponent's footwork, and did not attack.

Wait until the opponent takes two steps forward and his body inertia is formed, making him unable to play tricks anymore, then he will stab out with a casual move.

The short spear was blocked by the sword, but Balboa's charge was also interrupted, and the two sides returned to their original distance.

"Old man, you are awesome!" said little Balbo.

"It's not that he's better, it's that he has a little more experience," Leonard replied.

One of the differences between a novice and an experienced fighter lies in their ability to maintain composure. If you lose composure and attack immediately upon seeing your opponent move, you'll be easily misled by their movements. If your attack misses, the opponent will immediately follow suit.

By then, dual swords will rule the world, and spears will become a burden for dodging.

But this is easier said than done, as it goes against human instinct. It requires rigorous training and sufficient actual combat to develop such a reaction.

After a few moves back and forth, it seemed that the two were evenly matched.

Little Balbo was unable to break through, but the opponent's spear could not do anything to him either.

At this moment, Leonard stopped.

"Young man, why don't you let your servant step aside and see me take real action!" he said.

"Huh?" Little Balbo was startled. In the previous round, the old man's defense was impenetrable, leaving him no chance. While this was a weapon advantage, with this level of skill, he could be a martial arts instructor in Venice.

However, the other party did not really take action.

So what would it look like if it really took action?

He was surprised and delighted. "Good!" he shouted. "Come on!"

Under the afternoon sky, the sunlight is like spots and the shadows of the trees rustle.

Leonard's figure flashed left and right, and every attack and defense seemed to be a drama performed in cooperation with the opponent.

His figure always landed just in the gap left by the opponent's attack. No matter how Balbo attacked, his swords were always just a little bit away from the opponent's body, just a little bit away.

On the contrary, little Balbo had been hit by more than one spear.

But it doesn't matter, because this is a training device after all, and the spear head is made of cork, so even without the armor, it will only hurt but not hurt.

Moreover, in the battle formation, it is assumed that the enemy is wearing armor. So a few blows like this may not necessarily break the armor.

Leonard felt that strong intuitive premonition again and again, and understood it in his heart.

This is the suppressive effect of the position of the Protector of the Country.

He was not in a hurry. He kept the little Balbo under control with one move after another, so that even though the other party was full of skills, he was unable to display them.

Little Balbo was getting a little anxious at this point.

Although he knew this was a sparring match and that the weapons in his hands were training implements, he intended to use his youth and greater physical strength to break the opponent's spear, but the opponent's spearmanship was like divine assistance. Every time, he would either block his power at the moment when he was about to exert force, or just after he had made a full-strength attack, the spear head would pull him off the sword.

I felt incredibly frustrated and uncomfortable. I couldn't even use all my skills! And I kept getting hit.

Although the cork tip of the gun cannot hurt people, it will still hurt.

This is a feeling I've never felt before.

Unconsciously, he was on the verge of a rage, and the two swords in his hands swung continuously, like a storm, almost leaving afterimages.

But unfortunately, it seemed as if all his movements had been predicted, and he was unable to reach his opponent at all.

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Chapter 258 Newcomer 3

Little Balbo roared and accelerated his hands.

He had completely abandoned his previous relaxed mood and instead gave it his all.

The sword technique was used at a speed so fast that it was hard to follow. In each move, the sword did not move in a straight line, but in a strange and twisted arc, making it impossible to predict where it would attack.

Unfortunately, all this is meaningless to Leonard.

He just stepped back slowly, avoiding all the sword attacks without having to move left or right.

After all, no matter how strange the sword's path, the length of the sword itself remains unchanged. Just take a step back.

almost.

He has gradually adapted to the power of the national protection level and is no longer very interested in this battle.

He took a few steps back and suddenly attacked. The spear head inhaled and exhaled, and landed on the opponent's abdomen like lightning.

The enormous power, accompanied by a special feeling of powerlessness and numbness, instantly spread throughout little Balbo's body.

All the strength in his body was completely dissipated by this blow.

He was completely exhausted and half-knelt, using his two swords to support his body.

Huh... Huh... He panted for a long time.

The fight between the two sides didn't last long, but little Balbo clearly felt that his whole body was almost soaked with sweat.

so amazing!

After taking a breath, little Balbo stood up.

"Old man, you really have great martial arts skills," he said. "To be honest, I think you can give it your all."

"There's no need to go all out," Leonard said. "After all, if we really went all out, we wouldn't be able to stop. We have no grudges, so we can just exchange some martial arts skills. Forget going all out."

He put the spear back in his hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Master Reynard," Little Balbo said, using a different address. "Is the Grand Master on the island now?"

"Ah, yes, I saw him this morning. As for now, he must be busy and won't be seeing anyone. If it's not urgent, I suggest you come back tomorrow morning."

"Is he...hurt?"

"Injured? Why was he injured?" Leonard was also confused by what the other party meant. "No, he's fine. If you ask if he's been injured before, I can only say that I don't know. After all, it's a private matter, so it's hard to ask."

"I understand." Little Balbo calmed down and watched the other party go away.

Such a great old man...

That ability just now... is to protect the country!

Little Balbo is not an ignorant man. He has fought with Half-Step Protector of the Country.

In this era, although there is no national defense on the surface, the real high-ranking officials all know that the national defense does not exist, it is just hidden.

Apart from anything else, little Balbo knew that the former Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Fernando, should be a protector of the country.

After all, Rome would use divine revelation once every ten years on average.

Thinking back carefully to the feeling of the fight just now, that pressure, that incredible grasp of timing, that fighting style where every move came right at the gap between your attempts to exert force...

I dare not say it is 100%, but at least there is a 70% to 80% chance that it is to protect the country!

The Knights of Rhodes Island are indeed extraordinary!

Besides, Thomas was still alive... This was consistent with his expectations.

If Thomas died, the atmosphere in Rhodes Island would definitely not be the same as it is now.

Although my father was very confident, it seemed that he had miscalculated once.

But this old man who just called himself Leonard...

Had this old man ever received divine revelation in Rome?

He doesn't look like a high-ranking Knight. At his age... if he had any military achievements, he would have been famous in Christendom by now, right?

After all, a patriot cannot remain unknown!

Could it be that after receiving divine revelation, he came here again, hiding his identity as an ordinary knight? It seems that there is no such operation!

He thought about this question in his mind and started to get up and walk back.

Anyway, I probably won’t be able to see Thomas today, so it’s okay to rest for a night and go again tomorrow.

Anyway, there is plenty of time.

Just as he was thinking this, a voice rang out.

"Hey, taking things without asking is the behavior of a thief!"

This voice startled little Balbo. When he turned around, he saw a strong man looking at him with a bad face.

"Judging from your attire, you seem to have some background, but do you do such a thing as stealing?"

Theft? Me?

Little Balbo was surprised and realized that he had two training swords in his hands.

When I left, I forgot to put these two back to their original place and kept holding them in my hand.

"Although it's just worthless," the burly man said coldly, "it's also the property of the Knights!"

"If you try to steal it from me, I won't turn a blind eye. After all, I'm the coach! Mr. Thief, either come with me obediently, or..."

That being said, looking at the other person's exquisite clothing, one could tell he had some background. This was the attire of an aristocrat.

As long as the other party apologizes and admits his mistake, the matter will be over.

Unfortunately, little Balbo's anger had already been aroused by the words "thief", "theft" and "thief"!

He was born into a noble family and was the son of the Governor. How could he possibly do something as vile as stealing?!

And just now, he was beaten badly by that old man named Leonard. Although they parted ways amicably in the end, the fire in his heart was still there.

Just looking for a place to vent!

"What do you think?" Little Balbo sneered. He dropped his two training swords and drew his real weapon.

A real sharp blade is not a training device.

If you want to frame him, be prepared to pay the price!

He had an idea, and a raging fire burned on the sword in his left hand, while a layer of misty water vapor covered the sword in his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, the sword was covered by flames and water vapor and could not be seen. All that could be seen was fire in one hand and mist in the other.

Full of power.

This is also because he doesn't want to cause trouble and just wants to teach the other party a lesson.

Otherwise, he would have used electricity and ice instead of fire and fog.

"Oh!" On the other side, Mansreti was stunned. This move... Is this guy an elite warrior?