Ju Wang Zhen, a wealthy district, inside a luxurious villa, in the side room’s gym.
The sound of ‘whoosh, whoosh, whoosh’ kept echoing.
It was the sound of a blade cutting through the air.
And only under extremely fast swinging speed could such a clear and sharp cutting sound be made.
Under the light, a black-haired youth’s blade kept swinging, leaving behind its afterimages in the air.
The youth swung his sword very fast, but the frequency didn’t change.
Ten swords per second.
If there was a precise measuring instrument, it would be able to accurately measure the current sword-swinging frequency.
“One hundred thousand.”
The youth uttered a number, then stopped his sword-swinging motion, and took a long breath.
The youth was Xia Yan.
Five days ago, Xia Yan had someone find him a house, which was the villa he was currently staying at. It was a second-hand villa.
It was fully equipped with facilities and supplies, belonging to the type where you could just bring your bags and move in.
Naturally, Xia Yan moved out from the hotel and moved into this new home in Ju Wang Zhen.
Compared to the hotel room, the new house had enough space for Xia Yan to exercise.
These days, Xia Yan bought a long sword, and hid himself in the villa to train alone, digesting the swordsmanship talent he had copied from Kiba Yuuto.
At the beginning, Xia Yan also planned to go to the swordsmanship academy in Ju Wang Zhen to systematically learn some swordsmanship.
Although the swordsmanship talent already had some unique insights about swordsmanship from Kiba Yuuto, learning in isolation was definitely not a good method. Plus, Xia Yan hadn’t officially contacted anything like swordsmanship before, so it was naturally better to find a master to guide him as an introduction.
However, it was precisely because of the swordsmanship talent that Xia Yan’s learning ability was too outstanding.
From being someone who just watched at the beginning, to rapidly mastering the swordsmanship teaching moves, and then even defeating the academy master in a few moves.
In the end, the academy master even thought that Xia Yan was sent by his opponent to deliberately play with him. He turned black and directly said that he couldn’t teach him.
Therefore, Xia Yan’s idea was dashed.
He also knew that this kind of ordinary swordsmanship academy was very good for ordinary beginners, but for someone like him who was cheating, it was simply not enough.
Xia Yan also thought about asking Kiba Yuuto to teach him as a way to improve.
However, this idea was quickly denied.
Before the Dragon Emperor’s Gauntlet on Issei Hyoudou was taken out, Xia Yan didn’t want to show anything special in front of Rias and the others.
It was easy to become the center of attention.
It would affect his plan to obtain the Divine Demonic Tool.
“Although this method of swinging the sword alone is a bit boring, it’s indeed a good way.”
Xia Yan put the iron sword in his hand aside and smiled lightly.
To completely digest the swordsmanship talent copied from Kiba Yuuto, he needed to constantly use the sword.
Whether it was training or fighting.
Although using actual combat methods could definitely master it faster, Xia Yan didn’t have any suitable candidates to target.
He could only choose the most primitive method.
In just under five days, he had gone from being unfamiliar with swinging the sword at the beginning, to being adept at it now.
From one sword per second at the beginning, to ten swords per second now.
With continuous sword-swinging training, the swordsmanship talent gradually became integrated, becoming Xia Yan’s own thing.
Xia Yan was very sure that even if he asked him to use swordsmanship in actual combat now, there wouldn’t be any problem.
Maybe he couldn’t compare to Kiba Yuuto who had rich experience, but he should be able to deal with weaker opponents.
Xia Yan took a sip of water and opened his personal attribute.
Host: Xia Yan
Race: Human
Level: Two Star Intermediate
Copied Abilities: Phoenix Fire (C), Swordsmanship Talent (C)
Copied Items: None
Dimensional Points: 405693
“Two Star Intermediate?”
After gradually mastering swordsmanship and making up for the shortcomings in close combat, Xia Yan’s strength also rose from Two Star Beginner to Intermediate.
Xia Yan wasn’t surprised at all about this.
According to the performance in the plot, at the beginning, Kiba Yuuto should have the strength comparable to an Upper-Class Devil.
He copied the two strongest advantages of Kiba Yuuto besides the Sacred Gear·Magic Sword Creation, and gradually mastered close combat skills. It was only natural for him to rise one level in evaluation.
“That’s all for today.”
Xia Yan prepared to go to rest.
Because he had free time, he would swing the sword at least 50,000 times every day. In the last two days, he even increased it to 100,000 times.
Fortunately, his physical fitness had been strengthened by magic. If it were him from before, with this intensity of training, his hand would be crippled.
Now, it just felt a little sore.
“Hmm?”
Just as Xia Yan tidied up and was about to go to the bathroom to wash his body, the phone placed on the table made a sound.
This phone was being used by Xia Yan to use the monitoring software, which was on 24 hours a day.
“Fallen Angels, you’re finally here.”
Hearing the sound from the monitoring device, Xia Yan couldn’t help but show a smile.
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Outside Ju Wang Zhen, an abandoned church.
In the dark night sky, the bright moon hung high, and the cold moonlight poured down through the gaps in the leaves, like a pool of white frost.
Three black shadows flew across the night sky, and along the way, there seemed to be a little bit of something unknown falling down, as if it were floating fluff.
Through the moonlight, it could be seen that the three black shadows were all humanoid, but they all had huge wings that could wrap around their bodies behind them.
Two-Winged Fallen Angels, creatures that only existed in myths and legends.
The three figures gracefully landed in front of the gate of the abandoned church.
“It looks like Lena-san hasn’t arrived yet, we’ll just wait here.”
The one who spoke was a gothic lolita Fallen Angel with golden short hair and twin pigtails. She sensed the atmosphere inside the church and found that it was still empty.
The three pushed open the door and walked into the church.
“Wait.”
A Fallen Angel with a fiery figure, wearing a black leather jacket, whose chest was so big that the buttons couldn’t be buttoned up, suddenly calmly stopped the two, and stopped her footsteps.
“What’s wrong, Caraval?”
The only male Fallen Angel among the three stopped at the entrance of the church and asked in confusion.
“Don’t be so jumpy, you scared me to death.”
The golden-haired gothic lolita complained, but she didn’t move forward again.
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