Chapter 4 He Had Dual Talents!

Mr. Tristan is a rare talent who cultivates both swordsmanship and magic?

When the time limit of the system was up, I can copy Mr. Marcus's talent, and I can also cultivate both swordsmanship and magic in the future... Marcus thought happily.

He had already found the next target to copy his talent!

In addition, Marcus found that the mage talent of Tristan paid more attention to alchemy, especially medicine refinement.

This was a very important thing. From now on, through this talent, Marcus could refine strength medicine, spirit medicine, and speed medicine, and so on by himself.

And these drugs were very expensive on the market. In their small town, there was even no market for them!

This well was a path to make money.

Thinking of this, Marcus hurriedly looked at Tristan again. He needed to confirm the target again.

However, the time limit of one hour just passed. Only when the time limit of eight hours was over and Marcus could copy others' talent could he scan Tristan's talent again.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me? Is there anything on my face?" Feeling the burning eyes of the students, Tristan felt a little unhappy.

No, you have a rich look on your face. Marcus immediately lowered his head and said sincerely, "Teacher, please teach me medium stage swordsmanship!"

Although he had just won a victory, he didn't lose his temper. His attitude towards learning was good.

"Okay, guys, you can go back to your training now!" Tristan ordered his students to continue their morning training. Then he turned to Marcus and said seriously, "Pick up your wooden sword!"

"Marcus, remember, the primary swordsmanship is only for you to have a preliminary grasp of the use of swords, and the medium swordsmanship is related to the swordsmanship!"

"Next, I will teach you the first sword skill,"

"Sword skill: meteor strike!"

It was late at night.

Stars were shining all over the sky, and the bright moon was hanging in the sky.

Standing on the hillside outside the school, Marcus sighed with emotion. If it was in his previous life, he would not see such a clean and beautiful night sky in that kind of environment full of city waste gas.

Yes, Marcus didn't go home after school. He had been waiting.

After eight hours.

Now, that was enough!

Marcus turned around and walked towards the back of the mountain. The Irises Knight Preliminary School was built near the mountain, and the back of the mountain was the residence of many teachers and students in the school.

There was no land threat in this world, and there were not many people, so there was no problem with the dormitory. Every teacher in the school could be allocated to a separate courtyard.

Soon, Marcus found the exclusive yard of Tristan.

In the yard, there was a deck chair. Tristan was lying on it in a daze, with several empty bottles at his feet. His eyes were blurred and intoxicated as he looked at the clear night sky.

He was enjoying his leisure after work.

Hiding outside the fence of the courtyard, Marcus's heart was beating fast. He said, "System, scanning talent, open!"

"Ding, the system is activated and the scanning talent is activated. The time limit is one hour. Please choose a target and copy the talent as soon as possible."

The next moment.

Again, Marcus saw the double talents of Tristan!

In the daytime, Marcus didn't make a mistake!

"Come out, Marcus." All of a sudden, a cold voice came from the yard. Tristan was a level-9 formal knight, which had the sharp insight.

"Teacher, I'm here to learn swordsmanship from you!"

Marcus trotted to him and found an excuse to hide his excitement.

Tristan sat up from the chair and looked at Marcus calmly. He didn't look like a man who had drunk more than ten bottles of rum

"You've been practicing sword all afternoon. Don't you want to have a rest tonight?"

Joss replied sincerely, "I'm far behind others. I hope I can make progress as soon as possible."

At this moment, he finally changed his attitude towards Marcus.

In the past, although Marcus had worked hard enough, his talent was too poor and he was doomed to fail.

But now, even if Marcus had shown his great talent which was far superior to other students, he was not arrogant. He was even willing to sacrifice his rest time to promote his growth.

How could a teacher not like this kind of hard-working and talented student?

"Not bad."

However, Tristan was a typical "strict teacher". Even if he liked Marcus, he wouldn't show much enthusiasm. He still analyzed for him with a straight face.

"It's not easy to learn the 'meteor strike', which was medium stage swordsmanship. If it were other students, even the excellent students of Grade Two, he would need to practice for a month, but you only spent an afternoon. This is your advantage."

What was this?

At that time, my knight talent was only at the medium stage. When I copied your talent, I was afraid that it would only take me an hour to completely grasp the meteor strike!

This was the difference between ordinary people and geniuses!

Of course, Marcus only dared to say these words in his heart. He would not tell his biggest secret in front of the teacher.

"But if you still want to make progress, then..." Tristan threw an iron sword to Marcus with his right hand and said, "Then use your new skill to chop me!"

Marcus looked at the iron sword in his hand and asked, "But, it isn't a wooden sword."

The wooden sword was used for practice.

And the sharp iron swords were used to kill people!

It was rare that a smile appeared on Tristan's face. He said, "It doesn't matter. If you can kill me, it means that I have taught you well. Besides, if you want to be a knight, you will kill someone sooner or later. Come on!"

"Then, I'm sorry to offend you!"

Without any hesitation, Marcus clenched the iron sword in his hand

"Sword skill: meteor strike!"

With a roar, Marcus held his sword and rushed towards Marcus. A cold light from the tip of his sword, like a meteor streaking through the night, shot straight at the spot between his eyebrows!

Such a fierce momentum was more than ten times stronger than the heart-stabbing sword of Jett!

For a level-1 apprentice, the outbreak of this move had already exceeded its burden!

This was a fatal attack!

A fatal blow!

However.

When the sword was about to reach the middle of Tristan's eyebrows, Tristan only stretched out two fingers and firmly clamped the sword tip. It was as simple as clamping chopsticks, and the iron sword in Marcus's hand could not be closer to him!

"Is this the power of level-9 formal knight?" He wondered.

No, it wasn't just strength!

The timing and accuracy of Mr. Tristan's attack were far beyond his!

And judging from his expression, he was very relaxed. He didn't even change his sitting posture!

For the first time, Marcus felt the difference between him and a formal knight.