Nuclear Dragon

Only real general-level fighters can use it easily!

As for me, although I'm only level 15, my outstanding talent allows me to make good use of it! "

In the end, he was a little proud.

140 pounds 127 pounds, this is the weight of a grown man! Such a heavy weapon is really powerful in high-intensity combat.

It also has the look that a big sword should have!

Shillong nodded in admiration.

Then he also walked up to him, drew out a weapon of the same model, and waved it around.

Um.....

How should I put it, it's still so light!

It is indeed a bit heavier than the twig just now, but it is still too light!

He shook his head and let it go.

"What? Feels a little heavy?" the coach asked.

Although Shillong had proved his strength just now, he didn't think that the gap between himself and the opponent was very big.

In fact, in the eyes of the coach, Shillong, who is a descendant of the dragon, should have an excellent fighting spirit.

It was only after buffing a lot of fighting spirit before that it could achieve such an effect!

Now, when choosing a weapon, it is impossible to choose a weapon that generally needs to be blessed with fighting spirit to be used easily. At this time, his weakness is revealed.

His own strength may not be as strong as mine!

The coach thought.

"Too light!" Shillong replied.

"..."

The coach took a breath, and the corner of his eye twitched: "Then you go in and choose it yourself! You must have the weapon in your hand!"

Shillong nodded, and he looked inside, and there were seven or eight large swords of different sizes.

He walked down the handle, pulled it out, and put it back in place after a flick of a sword.

"What? Still not satisfied?" The corner of the coach's eyes twitched.

"Still too light!"

"This one already weighs 160 pounds!"

"Then watch it!"

Xilong came to the next one, pulled it out, and danced a sword flower.

Then plug it back in.

Shaking his head: "Too light!"

"Hiss!~Hoo!~This one weighs 200 pounds!"

next one!

"Still light!"

"250 pounds!"

"Still light!"

"320 pounds!"

 …

Shillong and the coach walked to the last big sword, which is already the last one!

It leans against an iron shelf.

It is completely different from the previous big sword that was up to two meters long! It is more than three meters long!

Shillong took a look, then took hold of the sword.

But the coach no longer has any thoughts in his mind. He said blankly: "This is a giant's weapon! It uses steel wood that is heavier than solid iron wood! It is 3.3 meters long! It weighs 1,500 pounds!"

"Oh? Looks good!" Shillong's eyes lit up!

He lightly lifted the sword, waved it casually, and a strong wind swept across it, making the coach's clothes rattle.

"How do you feel?" the coach asked blankly.

Looking at Xilong, who is only 1.5 meters tall and wielding a 3.3-meter-long giant sword, he feels extremely absurd!

This feeling is like a five or six-year-old child picking up a grown man and swinging around!

It's so unreal!

"It's not bad! It's very handy!" Xilong returned, while dancing the big sword into an afterimage.

The entire arsenal is filled with the sound of squalling winds. Several weapon racks were blown down directly.

The coach looked at Shillong and didn't want to say anything.

"Okay! We've finished selecting weapons! Let's go out and have a try!" Shillong said, looking at the opponent.

"Hiss..." The coach gasped.

Hold the grass!

Do you want to compare?

This weapon is so big! so heavy! In case of discussion,

If I accidentally get hit, will I be shot to death?

His heart is a little hairy!

no! I can't just be so cowardly!

I am a level 15 professional swordsman! The closest thing to a general!

How could he be afraid of a brainless giant swordsman?

I want to use my rich experience! Superb technology, tell this Dragonborn! The true meaning of the swordsman!

The coach secretly cheers for himself!

"Let's go! Let's go out!"

When the two came outside, a group of students pretending to be practicing immediately cast their gazes over.

Seeing the weapons in Shillong's hands, they all inhaled wildly!

Hold the grass!

Why are you here to compete?

Only a fool would believe you!

This coach is an idiot!

If you suffer this, you don't have to take your life into it!

Especially look at this dragon descendant, directly holding this extremely exaggerated sword sideways!

It doesn't look like much effort!

Is this something people do?

A group of students' eyelids twitched wildly.

Shillong and the coaches took their positions.

Before Shillong started, he pointed his super giant sword at the opponent.

With a big sword on his arm, the length is close to four meters!

The coach looked at the big sword that was only two meters away from him, and swallowed hard!

Take a deep breath.

The coach knows that he must face this guy with all his strength!

Otherwise, there is absolutely no defeat and no victory!

The fighting spirit covered the whole body, the coach shouted loudly, holding the big sword, it has turned into a black afterimage, and shot towards Xilong.

And Xilong also swung his big sword in an instant, sweeping towards the opponent.

"Wind and Thunder Step!"

The coach's fighting spirit was fierce, and his limbs were extremely flexible.

Quickly avoid the big sword, and then approach Xilong, because the opponent's weapon is too long, he can only have a chance to win after getting close!

But Shillong's reaction speed is far beyond the coach's imagination! Not at all below him! Every time he changes his moves, the opponent can react.

So with a light swing of the big sword, you can defuse your own attack!

The students on one side were simply dazzled.

Only the standing Shillong is clear.

The big sword and trainer in his hand are almost out of sight!

The only thing in my ears is the gust of wind driven by the giant sword being swung!

The hair of the students was blown into a mess, and they felt their scalps go numb!

These two, any one of them, can clean up dozens of them with ease!

The gust of wind is endless.

After continuously attacking for a minute, the coach still couldn't break through Shillong's defense, and he stepped back with a pale complexion.

He tried his best just now, as if he had done an anaerobic exercise. At this time, even as a level 15 fighter, he was a little out of breath.

Just when he was about to take a breath, Shillong in front of him moved, and a sword hit him head on!

The coaches were taken aback.

Once again, he exploded with all his strength, and after narrowly dodging, he quickly shouted: "Wait!"

When Shillong heard this, he immediately stopped attacking.

"Phew~" The coach breathed a sigh of relief. He had exhausted more than half of his physical strength after the full-strength explosion just now, and if he continued to fight, he would have to get down in less than 30 seconds!

What a shame!

no! To change the way!

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's not an option to fight like this! Since you are here to learn skills, you shouldn't use this kind of big sword! You should be like the students, so you can learn skills! "

"This... didn't you say you wanted to take advantage of it before? Those things are too light." Shilong said.

"Before was before! I just wanted to test your full strength! Now I know! Learn technique! Of course everyone uses the same weapon, otherwise how can we reflect technique! Isn't it?" said the coach.

"Ah...you're right!" Shillong nodded.

"Okay! Let's go in, put the weapons away! Then start over!" The trainer breathed a sigh of relief, and walked into the arsenal with Shillong, and put the weapons away.

Then came out with the basic weapon again.