Chapter 11 (1/2)

As soon as she heard the word ”pair practice”, her small face suddenly stretched and looked a little nervous.

She knew that her father was a very serious and pragmatic person. She said it was right practice. That was to practice seriously. It was not laughing and playing, nor was it just like that.

Every time I practice, my father will become very serious and fierce, which makes her a little afraid

”Let's start. Take me as the real enemy. Don't leave your hands and go all out!”

Rolle stood a hundred meters away and said.

Only really serious practice, will play its due effect.

”Well... Dad, be careful.”

Cori breathed a long sigh of relief, holding the sword in her left hand with moderate strength and in the most comfortable position.

”Yes, I chose this move. It's a correct judgment. If it's just those basic skills, it can't threaten me.”

”Just in time. Let me see how well you master it.”

Rolle looked at her start, commented, and then reminded two main points:

”Calm down, concentrate, and find the best balance between relaxation and tension...”

”Adjust your standing posture and steps. There will be some unnecessary loss when you make such efforts...”

Cori nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

The housekeepers in the distance had already turned and left. They suddenly stopped, looked back slightly, and whispered:

”The wind has changed?”

”No... no! This is... Coercion?!”

Coercion is an alternative power fluctuation, which can only be formed when the extraordinary accumulates his whole body strength and launches a fatal blow.

”But why is this pressure so clear?”

As a legendary strong man, the Housekeeper will certainly release the pressure when he goes all out. He has also seen the pressure of many other strong men.

Kerry's authority is no stronger than theirs, but it's more special.

It's very clear and obvious, just like the essence.

And there is a unique rhythm hidden in it.

”With my rich experience and experience, I can't judge what kind of swordsmanship this is? Wait...”

”Is Miss Kerry going to do her best?”

This is obviously beyond the scope of normal morning exercise.

The housekeeper's expression was dignified again, and he turned and looked at the grove where the father and daughter were.

Cori closed her eyes, slightly turned to rolle, hung her right hand on the hilt of the sword, held it into a lovely little fist, but raised a little finger alone.

Then her little finger tapped on the handle of the sword.

The housekeeper in the distance immediately felt a stronger pressure coming towards him, which made his heart suffocate slightly.

Kerry's little finger then tapped on the hilt a second time.

The pressure from her body was as real as a strong wind, which made the surrounding grass and leaves lower their heads.

But facing the bullying rolle, he nodded with satisfaction and simply praised:

”Not bad!”

Cori raised her little finger for the third time, opened her closed eyes slightly, and whispered:

”It says... It's ready.”

Then her little finger struck the hilt of the sword for the third time.

The momentum that had been brewing for a long time broke out in an instant.

The ground under her feet showed signs of cracking, and the soil and weeds were raised one after another, and then blown away.

The next second, Kerry's figure disappeared in place.