When Grizelda picked up the sword and roared as she attacked Grove, her face, arms, waist, and back were already covered in bruises, and she had a second cut on her face.
Lord Demon Mountain arrived here to watch at some unknown time.
He beckoned to Greizelda, who was panting heavily and whose eyes were blazing with fire: "Greizelda, come here."
Greta ran toward her highly respected Lord Gregor, carrying her training sword.
"When Grove attacks you, don't block," the Mountain whispered in Grezelda's ear. "Don't dodge either. Wait for his sword to strike you first, then strike and cut off his head. One strike will bring him down. Go!"
Greselder was instantly filled with a flame of hope!
Her only wish now is to knock Grove down hard.
This guy not only beat and humiliated her, but he also humiliated Bernie and mocked Lord Gregor for his poor judgment in choosing a woman who was even dumber than a pig to be Lady Jenny's handmaid.
Grove's insults to Bernie and Lord Gregor finally provoked Grizelda to pick up the training sword from the ground.
The training sword is filled with lead to enhance arm strength and to match the weight of a real sword, thus ensuring the swordsmanship trained in this way is most practical in combat.
Even after Greizelda picked up the training sword, she was still repeatedly knocked down by Grove. With each crash as she fell, Grove unleashed a torrent of profanities, starting from Greizelda's hair and continuing down to her toes, insulting every part of her body.
Finally, Grove loudly mocked Bernie's short stature, which made the brothers training around them burst into laughter. Grove even suggested that Grizelda should sleep with him that night and kick the dwarf Bernie to the curb.
His foul language not only angered Greta, but also Bernie. When Bernie roared and rushed forward to help with his training sword, Grove dodged and kicked Bernie away. Bernie was indeed no match for him; his head hit the ground and he passed out.
This completely transformed Grizelda into a vengeful bear, yet she was still easily defeated by Grove time and time again.
At that moment, the Mountain arrived. After the Mountain whispered something to Griselda, Grove became agitated and said, "Miss Julie, Lord Gregor cannot interfere with our training. You must stop Lord Gregor."
The Clegane cavalry and the tough guys of Chiswick both respected and loved the Mountain. Their subservient fear of him faded with each passing day, while their genuine respect grew stronger. In Cliffrock, more soldiers dared to speak and joke easily with the Mountain to his face. A subtle change was taking place in the relationship between the Mountain and his men. Fear was lessening, respect was strengthening. This transformation was gradual, silent, and unnoticed by anyone.
Gregor laughed, "Grov, I bet you, if you're defeated by Greizelda within three sword strikes, you can forget about your pay this month. If you can defeat Greizelda within three sword strikes, then I'll reward you with a golden dragon."
Wow!
The brothers around him started cheering, and while they trained, they loudly encouraged Grove to earn one of Lord Mountain's golden dragons.
Grove was overjoyed and laughed, "Lord Gregor, prepare your golden dragon!"
The Mountain pulled a golden dragon he had forged himself from his pocket: "If you defeat Grezelda within three sword strikes, this golden dragon is yours."
"Good!" Grove laughed heartily, pointing his sword at Grizelda. "Fatty, when I strike you with my third sword, you fall down and cooperate. If you win the Golden Dragon, I'll give you a bronze star."
The brothers around him burst into laughter.
Grizarda glanced at the Mountain, who nodded slightly to her.
Grizarda had no doubt about Lord Gregor's words. The Mountain held such a high place in her heart that it was as if he were a god in real life.
She charged at Grove first, and Grove laughed: "Grizelda, your calves, thighs, belly, shoulders, and head are all open, tsk tsk, where should I attack you!" He mocked as he retreated, retreated, and created distance, then suddenly flashed forward and slashed at Grizelda's left calf with his sword.
According to Squad Leader Julie's instructions, Grizelda should either stop and parry with her sword or take a step back to dodge. However, she neither parried nor dodged. She stared at Grove and watched helplessly as Grove's sword came slashing down.
A calf injury is very painful; the entire shinbone is covered by a layer of skin, and even a light touch hurts. Gretzelda's combat training was rushed, and she had no protective gear whatsoever.
Grove, on the other hand, was fully armed because he was training new recruits in swordsmanship.
Grove's sword strike was originally a feint, intended to lure Gree into a groin or a retreat. He immediately changed his move to a spinning slash, easily making Gree see stars. Then, he shifted his weight and leaned on his shoulder, using skillful force to knock Gree over, thus giving Lord Gregor some face.
However, Grizelda neither blocked nor dodged, but stared at Grove, watching helplessly as the sword, which wasn't moving very fast, slashed down. Since the chubby girl was stunned by the change of tactics, then let's go for it!
Grove increased his speed by channeling his power, and slashed at Gri with lightning speed.
Greta moved as well, as if waiting to use her shinbone to receive the sword strike. She wielded the sword with one hand and slashed fiercely at Grove's head.
Snap!
Grove's sword struck Greli's shinbone. Greli screamed in pain, and her training sword suddenly increased in speed, striking Grove on the head with a loud thud.
Grove, wearing a helmet, was hit with a loud bang as the helmet caved in. With a crack, the training sword in Gri's hand broke in two. Grove saw stars before his eyes, his ears were ringing, and a sharp pain shot through his head. If it had been a heavy sword or a longsword, he would have been dead.
The greatsword could dent the helmet so deeply that it could crush the head.
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Amid gasps of alarm, Grove swayed like a drunkard before collapsing to the ground.
Several brothers immediately rushed over, and only felt relieved when they saw that the helmet was only slightly dented.
The Mountain beckoned over to the excited Grief.
Do you know why you were able to take down Grove?
Greta shook her head; she was still in shock from knocking Grove down with a single sword strike.
"When one person attacks another with all their might, they cannot dodge or block. I bet a gold dragon that you will first arouse Grove's competitive spirit, and then make you not dodge, dodge or block when he attacks, because your speed cannot keep up with his. If you change according to his changes, you will become like walking behind him. You will never catch up with someone who is faster than you."
"You suddenly strike him midway through his attack. Grove can't dodge while he's channeling his power. He hits you, and you can hit him in return. Anyone is most vulnerable when attacking others, and their openings are also the largest when they're attacking. No matter how strong someone is, if you use the right method, you can defeat them."
Grego, her face beaming with excitement, forgot all her pain: "Lord Gregor, can I defeat you too?"
"Of course, anyone can be defeated by you, as long as you seize the right opportunity."
"If it were a real sword fight, would I have been able to hit Grove after doing that?"
"You'll have your legs cut off, and Grove's head will be crushed by his dented helmet. It's a lose-lose fight, and it's only good against someone stronger than you. If you're faster than Grove, your sword will be through his throat before his sword even reaches you; if you're evenly matched and you can block his sword, then the one with more strength will have the advantage."
"My strength... can carry two hundred catties of grain."
"Hmm, your strength is quite good, that's your advantage. In close-quarters swordsmanship, speed, strength, and swordsmanship are all indispensable. Go, train hard, seize the opportunity, and you can defeat anyone, including me!"
"Yes, Lord Gregor." Gretel looked up at the Mountain with eyes full of reverence. Her confidence was thus established!