The Fairy Tale

The smile on Lambert's face faded away, and he returned to seriousness: "Fighters are divided into eleven stages, fighters, fighters, fighters, mad fighters, magic fighters, Dou Zun, Douzong, Douwang, Dou Emperor, Fighting Saint, and Fighting God, except for the nine stages of fighting disciples, the others are divided into five levels. It may take ten years or even longer for ordinary fighters to complete the stage of fighting disciples and become a real fighter. A fighter is a fighter, and you must advance to become a fighter within one year!"

"During the training process, I will also give you other tasks, which you must complete. It is important for a fighter to exercise his strength, but his heart is even more important."

"Yes!"

In the forest, Reg brandished a huge sword, sweating profusely. This giant sword was hung on Lambert's back when he found Lambert. In the past year, this giant sword had been hanging in the house. It was full of dust, and now it is finally seeing the light of day.

"You have been hunting since you were a child, and your physical fitness is far stronger than ordinary people, and your body seems to have been strengthened by something, especially your left arm, which is extremely powerful, so you will major in your left hand from now on."

Lambert stood aside with a serious face, looked at Reg who was drenched in sweat, and said coldly, without any intention of letting him rest.

"Fighting is not only about fighting spirit. A powerful giant may even be defeated by a nimble dwarf. Only by constantly improving your fighting skills and adding your fighting spirit can you maximize your fighting power!"

"Your weapon must become a part of your body, it must become as flexible as your arm, and it must be from the heart to the sword."

"Swing the sword with the right hand for a thousand times, and swing the sword for three thousand times with the left hand, and then squat with a heavy weight for an hour, and then..."

Lambert's training courses are tightly arranged, and even the iron man will probably have to get tired. The training courses that make ordinary practitioners daunting, are forcing Reg's physical potential bit by bit, and improving bit by bit. With his strength.

Reg's eyes were already a little blurred due to dripping sweat. In Reg's hand, the giant sword was constantly chopping, chopping, picking, stabbing, etc., and he gradually felt a little strange.

The vast majority of people are right-handed, and they are used to using their right hands. Reg himself is no exception. However, when Reg holds the giant sword with his left hand, it seems that there is no strangeness and incompatibility that should exist. The feeling of fitting in.

It was an extremely familiar feeling, as if he was born left-handed.

His left hand seems to be more flexible than his right hand, and this flexibility seems to be innate!

Holding the giant sword, even Reg felt that the lifeless giant sword seemed to come alive in his left hand, as if breathing and heartbeat, Reg could easily swing the heavy sword. A huge sword weighing fifty to sixty catties pierced a leaf falling in the wind!

It seems that Reg was born to use a sword, and he was born to use a sword with his left hand!

But this feeling has never been felt before, but now it really exists. This feeling is the same as when Reg smashed the sandstone with his punch. It is the feeling in the deepest part of the brain. It is weird, but it is true. existing.

After Reg told Lambert his feelings, Lambert was a little surprised, but nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, it's better this way. Ordinary people are used to defending the opponent's right-handed attack, and the left-handed attack is even more difficult for the opponent to defend against. With one blow, it may even kill an opponent whose strength is far superior to yours."

"Starting tomorrow, on the basis of completing the daily training, start practicing Dou Qi Jue!"

"Crack", a rather quaint booklet was placed in front of Reg, but strangely, there was not a single page in the booklet, and it looked as if it had been forcibly torn off.

"I have exhausted my energy and even risked my life to obtain this battle qi formula. From today onwards, you will start to practice according to this scene. I can guide you in the initial cultivation..."

Reg looked curiously at this fighting qi tactic that had no name and no history, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of fighting qi tactic is this?"

Lambert gave Lin Bo a cold look and said, "I don't know about that either. If you insist on adding a name, then call him Ice Art. As for the origin, you don't need to know. It's not good for you. "

"The Ice Jue, is it because the Dou Qi Jue is of the water attribute?"

Lambert nodded and said: "Yes, Frost Art, at the early stage of cultivation, the battle qi is already icy cold, and the body becomes cold when hit by the battle qi, and at the later stage, the battle qi is as cold as the eternal black ice, and you don't even need to use your hands. Just the impact of the fighting energy on the body can make the opponent's body covered with a thick layer of ice, instantly suffocating, and even the body is frozen into pieces..."

Reg was horrified, surprised by the dominance of this ice art.

"Lambert, just like a magician, fighters need to sense various elements in the air. Are you sure I can sense them, and they're water-type?"

Lambert pouted: "If I don't even have this ability, how can I survive until now?"

Whether you want to be a fighter or a magician, you all have the same premise, that is, you must be able to sense the elements in the air, so that you can gather the elements in the air, temper your body, or cast magic.

Dou Zhe gathers the elemental power in the air, integrates it into his body, transforms his body, and makes the fighting qi he cultivates more and more powerful. Because elemental power has attributes, so fighting qi also has attributes.

Reg hadn't started practicing the Frost Art yet, but just by hearing the name, Reg knew that the Dou Qi Jue was of the water attribute. What's more, Lambert had already explained it. The fighting energy released from the body can kill the opponent and freeze the opponent into a piece of ice.

Wind, fire, water, earth, light, and darkness, these are the six major elements. Whether it is a magician or a fighter, most of their magic power or fighting spirit attributes are these six, and of course there are some very rare ones. Departments, like Druid, Undead, etc.

Reg naturally didn't understand how Lambert judged his talent and that he could sense the water attribute, but in fact, when Reg began to practice the Ice Art under Lambert's guidance, it really took two days. Within a short time, the water element in the air has been sensed.

Induction, this is a very strange feeling, it cannot be grasped or touched, but it can be felt.

After being able to sense the water element, Lambert began to teach Reg how to gather these water elements and how to use these elements to strengthen his body. If he gathers the elemental power to form fighting spirit, only when fighting spirit is formed can he be called A true fighter.

Reg's daily practice time is almost [-]** hours, which is mixed with grudge training, physical fitness training, combat skill training, actual combat training, etc. These trainings are mixed together. When Reg is lying in bed every day, even I felt pain even when I moved my fingers, and even after falling asleep, in my dream, Reg was still being supervised by Lambert and continued to train...

The sweat on Reg's body has never dried up for a moment.

Even though it was so hard, Reg didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he was happy and enjoyed this almost cruel training very much.

Strict teachers make great apprentices. Although Reg didn't read too many books, he is very clear about this truth.

In the past years, Reg just wanted someone to teach him and train him like this, and he couldn't wish for it. Now that he has this opportunity, how can he let it go?

Living in the lowest class, he understands a truth very well. If he wants to succeed and become a master, he will never do without making corresponding efforts.

Lambert looked at Reg who was sweating profusely with his huge sword in the woods, and his eyes were gratified. Although he had already agreed with Reg, but seeing Reg training himself so crazily, even he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Very amazed.

Having spent so many years in the mainland, he, who is old and mature, naturally understands that diligence is sometimes more useful than genius, but if a genius can still be diligent, the effect produced is definitely not just as simple as surprising people.

Lambert set a goal for Reg to pass the martial arts stage in one year, which already took into account Reg's talent and hard training, but in fact, at the end of the six months, Reg had really cultivated. Gained fighting spirit and became a real fighter.

Although he is only a first-level fighter, this speed is amazing on the entire continent, but Reg's penance experience is probably astounding on the entire continent.

Not every teacher is as perverted as Lambert, and not every fighter can risk his life to practice like Reg, in order to become stronger and stronger!

"Come on, gather your fighting spirit and chop this tree with all your strength."

Lambert said to Reg in a deep voice: "You now have battle qi, which is the potential hidden in your body. Only the perfect combination of combat skills and battle qi can exert the greatest strength!"

Excitement flashed in Reg's eyes, and he turned his head to face the big tree that could hold more than a dozen people in his arms. His eyes were fiery, and the weak fighting spirit in his whole body had been condensed to the greatest extent, gathering on Reg's legs, The waist and arms even extended to the giant sword.

"break!"

Reg stopped drinking, and the giant sword in his hand spun like a windmill with a little bit of blue light, and then slammed on the big tree suddenly.

"Kacha", the trunk of the big tree suddenly split a large piece, and countless sawdust spurted out, and the giant sword in Reg's hand was deeply embedded in the trunk of the big tree.

With Reg's current strength, naturally he couldn't split the big tree, but looking at the huge and deep cut, Lambert nodded in satisfaction.

Lambert turned his head, stared at Reg and said, "Before I started teaching you, I said that training will not only focus on strength, but now, I will give you a task."