章 283: Riot

Dragon Clouds City, Heroic Spirit Palace, the training grounds.

Under the gazes of countless Heroic Spirit Palace guards and his entourage, Thales, whose head was drenched in sweat, swung the long sword in his right hand. He raised the shield on his left arm, parted his legs, and stood solemnly in a posture known as the 'Iron Body Style' which he had practiced hundreds of times.

Although he was preoccupied with worry, the prince's daily, mandatory outdoor training must be carried out.

"I don't know why are you still practicing this swords style." In front of him stood the pale-faced former Commander of the White Blade Guards, he lifted a Zweihänder with a look of disdain. "Even when we were up against the orcs, our military combat style had been revamped hundreds and thousands of times, whereas that sword style of yours where you hold your sword and shield and idiotically wait for others to beat you up—"