Following Xibert into the training room, Chen Lun felt his eyes light up.
Just as Xibert had said, this was the only open-air training room in the club, and it was quite spacious. Looking up, thick glass had replaced the ceiling and was set very high.
Sunlight beamed down from above, passing through the glass and making the entire training room exceptionally bright.
At the moment, there were seven or eight people in the room, each engaging in training, some of whom were fighting course instructors giving quiet guidance on the side.
"Mr. Wood, this is Mr. Jack who has just joined the club. He is also very interested in fencing,"
Xibert said to a middle-aged man with short hair.
Whooosh—!
The short-haired man swung the two-handed sword in his hand, making a whooshing sound as he slashed several times before stopping, supporting the heavy blade with his outer elbow.
Clang!
