Davian Holy Grail War

Then, Merlin began to patiently teach Davian swordsmanship.

Merlin explained to him in detail, bit by bit, how to hold the sword, the standing posture, the movements and timing of attack, and guided him.

Davian didn't want to let Merlin down, so he worked hard to learn everything he could teach.

But surprisingly, he was able to grasp the things taught by Merlin very well, and was not criticized by Merlin for being stupid.

At the same time, a blond old man was standing in a window on a high floor of the castle, looking down at the sword practice of two people below.

He looked at all this and couldn't help but sigh. He hoped that the young man in front of him could be a help to his daughter, and hoped that glory and honor could shine upon her.

Chapter 3: The First Steps in Human Flight

"It hurts...it's so sore, my whole body feels uncomfortable." Davidian lay on the bed, and there was no place on his body that felt comfortable.

After a whole day of sword training, he really felt exhausted all over.

Davian was also very surprised today. He never expected that Merlin's swordsmanship was so good, and that he could actually withstand such training.

I felt extremely tired, but I still gritted my teeth and held on.

Although according to Merlin, he stopped the training just before Davian was about to collapse from exhaustion, otherwise he would have to drag Davian back to the room, which would have been too tiring for Merlin, and he didn't want to do that.

"Is it possible that a magician's swordsmanship is so strong? If I had such strong swordsmanship, wouldn't it be better for me to kill the idiot on the other side with one sword? Why would I need to learn magic?"

Davian couldn't help but complain like this, and it was the truth. If he had such strong swordsmanship, why did he practice magic? Wouldn't it be better for him to just rush up and strike the opponent with a sword?

Of course, this was entirely because he had no idea what level Merlin's magic had reached.

If he knew that Merlin's swordsmanship was not even one percent of his magic skills, he would probably be so surprised that his jaw would drop.

The dream magician who deceived the world, the candidate for the crown, Merlin didn't tell him these things.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep first. We still have to practice tomorrow... I'm so sleepy and tired..."

His eyelids were now as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Never mind, just go to sleep first.

He will definitely have to practice swordsmanship when he gets up tomorrow. He doesn't have much time left in this era, and he doesn't have much time left in this place. This is a truly chaotic and dark era.

At the same time, Merlin was standing on the top of the castle. In front of him stood a blond old man. He was King Uther who had now lost his power.

Even though he has now lost the power to control Britain, Merlin still needs to make today's report to the king who is on the verge of corruption.

"His swordsmanship is zero, but he has great talent. If he practices swordsmanship well, I think he can surpass Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake in France."

Merlin smiled. This was no joke. Davian had the talent. If his swordsmanship could be honed over time and forced into actual combat, his future would be limitless.

"Is it too late? There aren't many years left. She is already twelve years old this year. There isn't much time left for them in Britain."

King Uther was concerned about this. There was not much time left before he could draw the Sword of Choice. In just a few years, could he train someone whose swordsmanship was not inferior to Lancelot?

"Don't worry, there is no time for him to rest now. Okay, you can't relax even in your dreams, Davidian Slerik. The real battle is about to begin now."

After saying that, Merlin blew away the petals in his hand, and the petals flew to Davian's pillow.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Merlin." King Uther said and left. Given his physical condition, it would be better for him not to stay here late at night.

Merlin looked at his leaving figure, then turned and looked in a certain direction in the distance. It was too boring to just practice swordsmanship like that. He had to find an opponent for him.

"I, where are you?" Davian wiped his eyes. With the flowers on the ground, the blue sky, and the mountains in the distance, where did he go?

"This is your dream. The sword training during the day is over, and now it's the actual combat training at night. I have prepared a very good opponent for you, who will definitely help you get familiar with what I teach you as quickly as possible."

Merlin's voice appeared in his ears, explaining the situation to him in the best possible way.

Davian looked at all this in disbelief. 996? No, that bastard Merlin was planning to make him 007!

Train during the day and continue training at night. There is no stopping. Just train non-stop.

"Don't worry, this is your dream world. Your body is still resting well. You will be full of energy when you wake up tomorrow. Now, make every effort to prepare for the next actual combat training."

Merlin said, tapping his staff, and another cloud of petals flew away. A man with golden hair and braids appeared in front of Davian.

When this person saw David in front of him, he was a little surprised for a moment. There was someone else in this dream today?

"Thank you for your hard work in sword training with Ector during the day, Artorius. But before we teach you the knowledge tonight, I would like to trouble you to train him again.

After all, he has to know what level of opponents he will face in the future. If he faces future battles with his current mentality, he won’t be able to last more than a few rounds.”

Merlin told the story with a smile, and the young man named Artorius naturally took on the task, which was not difficult for him.

Then a golden light flashed in Merlin's hand, and the Dark Sword appeared in his hand. He threw the sword to Davian. Then there was another flash of golden light, and he threw a sword decorated with gold and gems to Artoris.

"I see. If Merlin said that, then you must have a point. So, what level of strength do you want me to demonstrate?"

Artorius waved the sword in his hand and got familiar with its center of gravity and weight. Would he use this sword in the future? It was okay, I could make do with it, but if I had to use my full strength, this sword would not work.

Merlin nodded slightly and thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Maybe use three points of force. I'm afraid you will hurt him with too much force. With his physical level, he can't beat you now."

Davian just listened to the conversation between the two men. When he heard about the three-point strength, he felt something was wrong. And his so-called physical level could not beat the kid in front of him?

He looked like he was only about 11 or 12 years old? How could he not beat a kid like that? Are you serious?

His eyes began to become sharper, and the young man's temperament was now inspired by Merlin. Davian made up his mind to let the young man in front of him know the price of being conceited, and let Merlin next to him know that he was not that weak.

"Well, I'm going to fight. Before we fight, tell me your name. My name is Artorius, and you must not tell me your last name."

Artorius dropped his sword to his side, turned slightly, and faced Davian in the best charging posture. At this moment, his momentum actually overwhelmed Davian, making him dare not underestimate this 11 or 12-year-old boy.

Davian swallowed subconsciously. From the moment he entered the fighting posture, he understood why Merlin asked the boy in front of him to only use 30% of his strength.

Hey, is this really a child? This heavy momentum, this oppressive feeling, he subconsciously felt that he could not win.

However, he still tried to straighten his stance and prepared himself for the charge.

Although in Merlin's eyes, when Davian did not meet the enemy with the same charging attitude, he had already lost.

However, he still stretched out his hand with peace of mind, ready for the two sides to practice.

"start!"

The next moment, Davian flew out.

Chapter 4 Someone is watching

Why am I in the air?

Why does my chest hurt so much?

What happened just now?

Also, why do my hands hurt so much?

This was a series of thoughts that flashed through Davian's mind before he landed. However, with a thud, he landed on the ground and coughed loudly.

The pain in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe. After just two breaths, he was knocked away and had no chance to react at all.

Even though he saw the sword of Artorius coming up at the last moment, he had no time to react. How could a child have such great strength and speed?

"Hahaha, it looks like we're still a long way off. Don't think you can definitely beat him just because he's younger than you.

Even if you have the advantage in basic physical fitness and physical growth, but in terms of experience and ideological level, Altoris is definitely at the top.

You were able to see his sword clearly at the last moment and subconsciously prepare to block it, which was already quite good."

Merlin smiled and helped Davian up, brushing the flowers off his body. He seemed to be trying hard, but it was not enough.

Davian took a deep breath to adjust his condition. It was just one round, but he couldn't stop it. Is this really human power? He always felt that Merlin was hiding something from him.

"Okay, Artorius, don't put in any more effort from now on. Just compete with him in swordsmanship and pass on some experience to him. All I can teach you are some moves, and as for the experience of fighting the enemy, I still have to rely on you."

Merlin waved at Artorius, signaling him to have another good fight with Davian, but this time, there was no need to release magic power.

"I get it, Merlin. But is this really a good idea? I feel like you're involving someone irrelevant again."

After saying this, Artorius sighed. Merlin in front of him was undoubtedly a good man, but there were still some problems with his nature. What kind of mess would he be taking over in the future?

"That's totally fine. Trust me, he's great. Okay, keep going. Ah, you guys practice first, I have something to do."

Merlin said, then turned around and left as a petal, leaving the two of them here to continue their sparring. There were still a few hours before the sun rose, so they just needed to practice well and get to know each other.

Artorius smiled helplessly, then turned and pointed his sword at Davian, signaling him to attack:

"What follows is a pure swordfight, but as Merlin said, don't think you can overpower me with your body."

Davian nodded. At this moment, he really threw away all his inner restlessness. The young man in front of him could easily kill him in seconds. To put it bluntly, he could even kill himself.

If I were careless at this moment, I might experience the pain again.

So this time he attacked without hesitation. Even if it was only for one round, he wanted to make the person in front of him feel that he was capable of doing it.

He felt ashamed of the sigh that Artorius made just now, even though it was not directed at himself.

I made the mistake of judging people by their appearance, so the pain I just felt was what I deserved.

Artorius blocked his attack, but this time he did not use his magic to strengthen his body to surpass the boy in front of him.

She just pulled it to a corresponding level. After all, with her own physical fitness, she really couldn't beat Davian.

So this time Davian had it much easier than the first battle, and he was able to fight for at least three rounds.

In the fourth round, his sword was knocked away by Artorius, and the gold-inlaid blade pointed directly at Davian's throat. With just one stab forward, Davian would die on the spot.

"You can hold out for three rounds. This is your current level, right? How about it? Do you want to continue fighting?"

Artorius smiled and took back his golden sword. The kindness in this smile made Davidian feel no resentment.

There was neither the arrogance of victory nor the contempt for Davian's weakness. This smile as warm as spring breeze made Davian determined to improve his level to the same level as Artorius, or even... better.

He ran to the side and picked up his dark sword, then adjusted his breathing and attacked Artorius again.

He wanted to become stronger, to the point where he and Artorius in front of him would recognize him. This wish entered his heart, he wanted to gain Artorius's recognition!

"Wow, you're really trying hard. Artorius's strength has completely inspired Davian's heart. I'm afraid he doesn't even want to go back to his own world now. Young people's hearts are easy to guess."

In other words, it's very easy to deceive. Of course, Merlin would never say this, and he doesn't think it's a deception.

It was just sending an opponent to Davidian to help him train, improve and grow. After all, in the coming dark ages, one cannot survive without some skills.

Then he turned around and said to the darkness: "So can you please stop reading? He is not your thing, it's just that you were the first to see him. I was the one who saved him."

Just because of his words, someone came out from the darkness. This person also had gorgeous golden hair, and in terms of appearance, he and Artorius looked like a brother.

However, the person in front of him was dressed in a completely feminine style, and there was an unmeltable coldness in her eyes.

"You just beat me to it, why are you so proud? Not to mention that I haven't done anything yet. I'm just watching."

There was resentment in the woman's words, deep resentment towards Merlin. If an ordinary person heard this, they would probably feel a bone-chilling coldness running through their whole body, and would not dare to face this woman again.

"You've already married King Lot and moved to Orkney. Now that you've become someone else's wife, don't think about the throne of Britain anymore.

From the moment Altria was born, fate was already determined, and human nature had already decided that Britain's mysterious decline was inevitable. If you were allowed to take the throne, things would reach a dead end."

Merlin might have an unusual talent for irritating others. These words directly exposed the veins of the blonde woman in front of him. She almost wanted to pierce Merlin into a skewer right here to let him know the consequences of talking too much.

But she still adjusted her mood and was not completely angered by Merlin.

"It seems that you hope to train that boy well and make him a helper of that hateful woman. But, will it be too late? Or in other words, will the final outcome be changed?"

If an ordinary person were provoked like this knowing the ending, he would probably explode and tear the woman's mouth apart.

But Merlin would not. On the contrary, he said happily: "The ending is already determined and there is no way to change it. However, what happens to the people in the story can change. I also hope that there will be more stories that jump out of the original track to satisfy me, which is also a good thing."

The blonde woman was so choked by his words that she didn't know how to respond. This was simply Merlin's nightmare.

But she would not let that boy become the helper of that hateful woman so easily. It would be a good thing to win him over.

Chapter 5 No choice

"Okay, get up quickly. Today's training is about to start." Merlin smiled and pulled Davian's quilt and tried to fly it aside. How can a young man be lazy? Get up and exercise.

"I don't want to!" Davidian really didn't want to get up at this time. He didn't sleep for long last night.

Even though he felt fine physically, he was mentally exhausted. He had been fighting with Altoris for three hours, and he was beaten up by Altoris continuously during these three hours.

If he really had to say it, he felt pain all over his body! It was so painful that he didn't want to move at all.

"Okay, let me take a look. It's nothing, isn't it?"

Merlin used more strength to try to lift the quilt, and Davian also used more strength to protect his amulet.

The struggle between the two sides ended with Merlin's victory. When Davian got out of bed, he felt his legs trembling.