"Again!" A stern voice said as Lyle charged forward, attacking with his spear.
"Too hasty, pour less power in the stab, stability is the main thing to think of when thrusting forward like that," Silrov said as he took a step forward, moved his body aside and used the blunt end of his spear to suddenly hit Lyle's legs before swiping and forcing him to fall down.
Three days had passed since the siege and the unsuccessful ambush the organization had prepared for Lyle. He had gone to Silrov once before to train, and what he had done during those 2 hours was simple movements and training in order for Silrov to determine what level he was currently at.
Silrov was satisfied by Lyle's performance, albeit barely. Lyle was not at the same level he had been with the spear when he was a high-grade Golden Knight, but that was also because he was older than Lyle at that point.
