Tess picked up the Spirit magazine that Ryan had thrown.

It contained the knight of Sirone who defeated Dante, the greatest star in the kingdom.

No matter how many times I read it, the part where Sirone came out was faded because the paper was worn out.

There was also an article about Sirone�s parents on the next page, but I glanced at it and didn�t look back after that.

�Lian����It must be painful.�

Tess knows how Lian trains.

Lian is Sirone�s sword, and I could feel how great his determination was when I saw him returning from heaven.

To him, Sirone�s success would be an irreplaceable joy, but his disappointment in himself would have doubled.

Just looking at the fact that the training volume increased 1.5 times from the day after reading the article, it was like that.

If it was 1.5 times, it could be said that it was a little too much for the swordsman, but Lian�s case was an exception.

Even so, a 1.5-fold increase was a murderous routine for him, who tests his limits every day.

But Ryan did it.

It was a bizarre phenomenon unique to Lian that could not be explained by any talent.

Tess looked at the trajectory of Lian�s sword and stuck out her tongue.

It was as if he had put his soul into a single sword.

�Really strong.�Honestly, even if I deal with the schema, I wonder if I will be able to receive it.�

On the other hand, Ryan thought differently.

�no.�I can�t take it down like this.�

Lian wasn�t looking at the dummy.

I was watching the vision of Ymir floating behind the pile.

Although he was small for a giant, his strength was embedded deep in his bones.

�Aaaaaaa!�

Lian slapped the club frantically.

It was a specially made club, and it weighed the same as the greatsword inherited from his grandfather.�Still, it was like swinging a cane.

�no!�no!�no!�

When I first started training for dummy hitting, it was so painful that I wanted to die every time I swung it.

But after going through that process, I was now thirsty.

Why isn�t it moving faster?�What did she do when she cut off Ymir�s arm?

At that moment, the illusion that all of his attacks were destroyed by Ymir�s blow came flooding in.

A huge fist flew into the face. JrNovels.com