When people are concentrating, time often passes quickly.
Looking around, Atier found that some apprentices had already left the training ground. He looked at the sun in the sky, feeling its scorching heat. It seemed like a long time had passed since it happened.
The rest of the apprentices had almost all left, and only Dill was still training around him, his shirt completely soaked with sweat.
"Athir, are you still training?"
It seemed that he felt the training was almost over, so Dill slowly stopped, took a piece of cloth from the servant beside him to wipe his sweat, and looked at Athir who was still training with some surprise.
Feeling his call, Athir stopped training after completing a set of movements. He breathed heavily and smiled as he talked to him: "Because of my injury, I haven't trained for a long time. So I feel in a particularly good condition today, so I trained a little more."
"Haha, that's right!" Dill smiled cheerfully. "But even if you recover, you still can't practice this for too long. It would be bad if you accidentally get injured. It would be good to practice swordsmanship more if you have time."
Athir was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted with a gentle smile on his face: "Yes!"
They exchanged a few words, then Dill left his sword behind and walked away.
Standing on the training ground, looking at his figure in the distance, Atier had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Chip, check your physical condition." He said silently to the chip in his mind.
"The subject is in good physical condition, and the knight's breathing training has not yet reached its limit." In an instant, a mechanical voice sounded.
"Sure enough." A glimmer of understanding flashed in Atier's eyes.
The process of practicing Knight Breathing Technique is itself a stimulation to the body, and continuous practice will also bring great burden and harm to the body.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, even for an experienced knight, the number of times he or she can practice the Knight's Breathing Technique in a day is limited. If the number of times is too many, not only will it not have a good effect, but it will cause harm to the body.
As for how to grasp the number of times, it all depends on the practitioner's own experience and body feeling.
In this regard, Athir is naturally more advantageous than others.
With the chip, he can monitor his physical condition at any time and make his training reach the most perfect level.
Moreover, the modified Di'er Breathing Method has greatly reduced the burden on practitioners. Compared with other people, Athir can undoubtedly train more effective times a day.
"But in this case, in order to prevent others from getting suspicious, you can't train too frantically in front of others, otherwise someone will find out something is wrong sooner or later."
In an instant, Athir thought of this question.
No one is a fool. Once they find something abnormal, in the long run, although they may not do anything to Atier, they will definitely be suspicious, which will add to the trouble.
Thinking of this, Athir shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless: "It seems that I must be more careful when training in the future."
With this thought in mind, he looked around, and although there were no one around, he stopped practicing breathing techniques.
He walked to the weapon rack in front and changed to a lighter long sword. He stood there and thought for a while before calling out to the chip in his mind: "Chip, transmit the basic swordsmanship movements to me."
At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind, and a large amount of memories about basic swordsmanship flooded into his mind.
Among them were the memories and experiences of Athir's past practice, as well as the information and video clips recorded from other people during this period. Now all of them poured into Athir's mind for his reference.
Following a familiar instinct, Athir took a step forward and thrust the sword in his hand forward.
Thrust forward, thrust upward, chopped sideways... each movement was performed by his hands, appearing familiar and concise, like a soldier who had been trained for many years.
Atier has received strict training since he was a child. He has practiced this basic swordsmanship many times and has already formed a familiar instinct in his body. Now, as he practices sword after sword, his body starts to move automatically without any feeling of awkwardness.
He practiced over and over again, starting from the basic swordsmanship, practicing the swordsmanship in his memory over and over again, trying to familiarize himself with all the skills that this body had once mastered.
Time passed quickly. In order not to attract other people's attention, Athir did not rest for the whole afternoon. Instead, like everyone else, he practiced his swordsmanship and exercised his body in various ways.
At night, when the other apprentices left one after another, Athir, who had left long ago, returned to the spacious training ground.
Usually, there were not many people coming and going in this area. Including Athir, there were only less than ten knight apprentices who trained here, and the rest were servants. Now it was war time, and many apprentices were sent out to perform missions. Few people would come here at night.
And this world is different from the previous two worlds that Athir experienced.
Without cheap and convenient electricity, the world's indoor lighting at night uses expensive oils and fats, and the light is relatively unclear.
In such a large training ground, even if someone was holding a torch, it would be impossible to see clearly what Athir was doing from a distance, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.
Thinking of this, he quietly walked to a corner in front, picked up his sword, and continued his training.
I don't know if it's a problem with the blood in this body, but Athir found that his eyesight was very good. He could see the scene clearly even in the dark. In addition, with the existence of the chip, he had no problem training even in the dark.
This time, he was no longer training in swordsmanship, but knightly breathing techniques.
The brilliance of the dancing sword was hidden in the darkness. The sword wind and violent breathing caused by the swinging sounded in the quiet night, but were also covered by the constant chirping of insects around.
When his body was trained to the limit, the sound prompt from the chip machine made Athir stop his movements.
He looked up at the sky. Among the countless stars in the night, a silver moon was hanging high above, casting a faint light.
Atier turned around and looked around, feeling the chirping of insects and the silence around him, and couldn't help but walk back.
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A few days later, in the early morning, Athir stood quietly on the wide training ground, and the physical attributes detected by the chip emerged in his mind.
Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 2.9. Agility: 2.5. Constitution: 2.7.
(End of this chapter)