Mable clenched the iron bar tightly with trembling hands and looked up at André, looking very unconfident.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and try. You have smashed Garrick into meat paste, and even many of his bones have been broken into sections. Although you are not in a berserk state now, your strength is definitely enough to break two iron bars." André stood in the distance and encouraged the young man when he saw that the young man was hesitating.
"Okay, then I'll try!"
Perhaps the words just now had an effect. Mable clenched her teeth and began to exert force. The muscles on her two thick arms bulged and congested at a speed visible to the naked eye. The veins on her hands were exposed, and the expression on her face was very ferocious. As she exerted too much force, her eyes bulged a little, and she roared.
"Ahhh!!!!"
"Bang!
Bang! "
The monstrous force that was unimaginable to ordinary people caused the iron bars to rapidly deform and break in just a few seconds. A few small pieces even flew out at the speed of a bullet and embedded directly into the wooden wall. It would be impossible to pull them out without using pliers.
"Oh my God!
I … I really did it!
I broke two iron bars at the same time! "
Mable was ecstatic after she succeeded. She could no longer hide the excitement in her heart and shouted happily.
Andre walked to the side of the wall and carefully observed the part that was inserted inside. He soon discovered that the area around the fracture was slightly white, and it was also quite neat. This meant that the force was applied very quickly and very quickly. Before the steel could show its toughness, it was suddenly broken. This also meant that breaking two iron bars was far from the limit.
After discovering this, he turned his head and looked at the young man who was immersed in joy. He lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "A descendant of a giant?
Or a descendant of a powerful demon?
It seems that I have really unearthed an amazing guy. Maybe I should carry out systematic training for him. Otherwise, I'm afraid that such good talent will be wasted … "
Just as André was thinking about where to find a qualified warrior mentor, Fiona had just come in from outside the door. She saw her brother in high spirits and hurried over to ask, "What's wrong?
Did something happen to make you happy?
Quick, tell me! "
Mable raised the broken iron bars in her hand and replied excitedly, "Look!
I broke them in one go!
Ever since I lost control last time, my strength has inexplicably increased a lot. I feel like my body is filled with energy. Maybe one day, I can also become a hero in the bards' stories! "
"Great Lord of the Raging Flames!
What did you say?
He broke two iron bars in one go!
How is this possible?! "
Fiona's eyes widened in shock. She grabbed the broken iron bar and looked at it. As a result, she found that there were two very exaggerated handprints on the holding part, which were obviously the same size as her brother's hands.
"Oh … Oh … God!
It was actually real!
This is unbelievable! "
"Hehehehe!"
Looking at her younger sister's incredulous expression, Mable subconsciously began to giggle. After all, to her, it was as if she had suddenly won a lottery with a prize of over a hundred million yuan. It wasn't strange for her to feel a little dizzy.
Seeing the brother and sister staring at each other without saying a word for a long time, André had no choice but to come closer and clap his hands. "Well, don't be too excited. Having great strength doesn't equate to having great combat power. That night, if Garrick hadn't been caught off guard, you would have been killed by him in a few minutes.
From this evening onwards, take out an hour or so every day to practice with me and Bortia. The first thing you need to train is your defense. When you can perfectly defend against each of our attacks, then you can practice attacking.
Remember, no matter when and where, the most important thing is to survive. If you lose your life, even if you have more powerful tricks, you won't be able to test them. "
For the whole afternoon, Mable was immersed in incomparable joy. Even when she was forging, she had a smile on her face. From time to time, she would murmur words that others couldn't hear clearly, as if she was full of endless daydreams about the future.
Of course, this daydream only lasted for an hour after dinner. Then, she realized how terrible the torture she had to go through before she could become a real hero …
"Idiot!
How many times have I said it!
When you fight, you must ensure that your steps are steady!
No matter how the enemy provokes you, you can't rush up like an idiot and randomly wave your weapon. Apart from speeding up the consumption of your physical strength and making you die a little faster, it has no other use.
Also!
When defending, you must ensure that you hold your sword in the correct posture. This will allow you to react in the shortest time possible and not be disrupted by a sudden attack! "
Bortia's loud reprimanding voice could be heard throughout the entire basement. Although it was said that a thief wasn't the best at direct combat, it was more than enough to teach a rookie with no combat experience a lesson.
In order to let the youth familiarize himself with the skills that a close-combat profession must master, André deliberately arranged for her to be the first opponent to practice. In a short ten minutes, poor Mable had suffered enough. She now looked like a dead dog, her mouth wide open as she gasped for breath. Even the hand holding her sword was slightly trembling.
There was no doubt that he was completely powerless against the halfling who focused on speed and dexterity. He couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes, let alone cause any threat.
Fortunately, this was only training. Otherwise, who knows how many times he would have died. Especially when the big-breasted loli showed off her nimble footwork in close combat. There were several times when she used her sharp dagger to cut the hair around his neck. That kind of feeling of brushing past the god of death was simply not something a normal person could endure.
In addition to the above, the disdainful reprimand shattered the self-confidence that the youth had just built up. He even began to doubt whether he was suitable to embark on the path of a warrior.
Because she didn't know how to control her emotions in battle and reduce unnecessary consumption of physical strength, Mable had lost the ability to continue training in less than twenty minutes. Now, even his sister could easily defeat her.
André, who had been watching from a distance, noticed this. He immediately waved at Bortia and said, "Alright, let's stop here for today. I think he should have some understanding of a real profession and understand how lucky he was to have killed Garrick. If he relied on his true strength, his ending wouldn't be much different from this."
"It's only been ten minutes!
That's it? "The halfling turned around and asked with her eyes wide open.
She was enjoying being a teacher, but she didn't expect it to end so soon …