Chapter 113 Henry is So Powerful!
Before Henry even reached the morning training ground, the sound of wooden swords and spears clashing was already audible.
"It seems everyone gets up early!"
Henry shrugged. He was probably the last person in the entire castle to wake up. If it weren't for his orders or something urgent, no one would disturb his sleep. He could be considered to wake up naturally, it would be better if he could count money until feeling tired.
Taking three steps in two, Henry quickly arrived at the training ground and saw Wyatt's family practicing, with Mila also training with her throwing knives.
"Good morning, everyone!" Henry greeted them.
"Good morning, Henry!" Wyatt and the others immediately stopped to salute.
Mila looked at Henry with a hint of confusion and asked softly, "Henry, are you going out? I'll get ready now."
"No, I'm joining you for the morning training today," Henry replied, waving his hand.
"Huh?"
Everyone present was astonished. Wasn't Henry the one who always slept until the sun was high? Why did he suddenly want to join the morning training?
"Don't just stand there. Who wants to spar with me?"
Henry shook his head with a wry smile. It seemed he had become too comfortable. Sleeping could be saved for later.
A wooden sword? Henry scanned the row of knights and chose a single-handed wooden sword, mimicking a scene from a movie as he flicked the sword.
"Are you really going to join the morning training?" Wyatt asked with a serious expression as if he wanted to see if Henry was just being impulsive.
"Of course!" Henry nodded confidently and chuckled. "I heard that even nobles have their own duels. It would be embarrassing if I refused challenge from other nobles."
Noble duels were just a bunch of bored people settling their disputes with fights, but they liked to call them noble duels.
Wyatt, however, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it would be embarrassing to refuse a noble duel."
Having spent time in the Royal City, he knew the conduct of the nobles. Those idle noble scions were either hosting banquets or practicing swordplay, claiming to follow in their ancestors' footsteps on the battlefield.
"Who dares to cause trouble for Henry? I'll kill him," Mila said, her voice filled with killing intent, as three military knives appeared in her hands.
Henry's mouth twitched. He resisted the urge to pat Mila's catgirl butt. It wasn't a good idea to have such a strong killing intent early in the morning.
"Come on, sparing with me." Henry stepped into the center of the field, his wooden sword at the ready, a smile playing on his lips.
"Charles, spar with Henry," Wyatt named him. As the noble's steward, he had to follow the master's orders.
Charles immediately wore a pained expression, especially with Mila's sharp gaze fixed on him. If there was even a slight possibility of him hurting Henry, he feared a military knife would come flying at him.
"Sorry, Henry!" Charles said, holding a two-handed knight's sword, gazing seriously.
"Bring it on!" Henry focused, feeling a tingling sensation at the back of his head. His mind quickly analyzed the situation. Charles would attack from the right.
Charles let out a shout, taking a step forward and swinging the sword fiercely towards Henry's right side.
Despite the seemingly powerful strike, even a novice like Henry knew that Charles let him move, but that wasn't what Henry wanted.
Henry sidestepped in advance, his single-handed wooden sword striking the back of Charles's hand.
A numbing sensation seized Charles's hand, the great sword slipping from his grasp. He stared at his bare hands with disbelief roiling. How could this be possible? Henry had managed to knock the sword from his hold.
The onlookers were all stunned. What was happening? Did Henry just disarm Charles with a single move? Even if it was a setup, it shouldn't have been possible, right?
"Don't underestimate me. I'm quite strong, you know!"
Henry flicked his wooden sword, sending Charles's sword flying. Once Charles caught it, Henry took the initiative and charged.
"Predicting the first step, straight ahead, the second step, to the side, the third step!! Can you only predict three steps? I'll finish it in three moves!"
Charles caught the two-handed sword, his face filled with seriousness as he faced Henry's charge. He swung the sword vertically. Dodged? He tried a side swing! Dodged again? How was this possible?
Once again, his hand went numb, and the sword slipped from his grip. Charles was dumbfounded. How did Henry seem to know what move he was going to make in advance?
At first, Charles was just going easy, treating it as a sparring session to help Henry with his morning training. But now, he was taking it seriously, as if he was sparring with his brothers, yet he couldn't last three moves in Henry's hands.
The onlookers were all in shock. Was Henry really that strong? Charles couldn't even last three moves?
Henry let out a sigh, shaking his swollen head. He had successfully predicted Charles's three-step movements, and this was his first attempt.
The more he engaged in actual combat, the more naturally he concentrated, and the feeling of prediction became more apparent.
"Come, let's continue." Henry flicked his wooden sword, signaling Charles.
"Phew..." Charles nodded, his face serious and solemn. He now understood that he couldn't underestimate Henry.
Picking up the two-handed sword, Charles launched an attack and was defeated in two moves. He looked at the single-handed wooden sword pressed against his neck and shook his head with a bitter smile, admitting defeat.
"I'm no match for Henry," Charles said loudly.
"Let me try!" David stepped forward, holding a wooden spear, his face serious. His strength was comparable to Charles's.
"Bring it on!" Henry raised an eyebrow.
David charged, wielding the knight's wooden spear, his movements were grand and swift.
The next moment, the wooden spear slipped from his hand, and David looked at the red mark on the back of his hand in disbelief. He had barely made a move, and he was already defeated. Wasn't this an unfair display of strength?
"Let's attack together!"
Wyatt suddenly shouted, his face full of astonishment. Who would have thought that Henry had such hidden strength? Had he been too meddlesome when he had chosen to save Henry years ago?
David and Charles exchanged a glance, nodding seriously, and charged at Henry with the wooden spear and the great sword.
"Good!"
Henry met them directly, and the two of them attacked simultaneously, making it even more difficult for him to predict, but he still managed to defeat them after a dozen moves.
Henry shook his head. With his current abilities, three opponents were a bit of a stretch. Unless he could break through the one-second limit, even if it was nine-tenths of a second, he could defeat the two of them in three moves. It felt very difficult to make any progress.
It seemed that he still needed more practice to break through sooner.
