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Chapter 113 Jason-style perception and perseverance ~ ask for a monthly ticket~)(1/2)

Has it been discovered?

Jason frowned, but he immediately chuckled: "Old General Annuo, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

"Hey, careful little guy."

"Gerrard and I are very familiar."

"Although you are very similar, your temperaments are still slightly different."

The old general chuckled, paused, and continued: "What's more... Gerald is good at swordsmanship, and the muscles on his back are more slender. You should be good at knife skills such as chopping, and your muscles are more muscular.

Qiu knot."

What are the different muscles caused by swordsmanship and swordsmanship?

Jason was stunned.

This was a question he had never thought about.

In other words, I am not suitable for swordsmanship because my muscles are different.

It seemed that he was aware of Jason's thoughts.

The old general patted Jason hard on the back.

"Don't think about so many useless things!"

"Whether it's swordsmanship or swordsmanship, they are all killing skills!"

"There is no difference in killing skills, there is only one thing: kill the enemy!"

After the old general finished speaking, he released Jason's hands and took a step back. Still with a smile on his face, he said word by word: "Remember! When you draw the sword... go forward without hesitation!"

After saying that, the old general walked towards Little Lid.

"Old General..."

Snap!

Just as the valet was about to say hello, the old general gave him a gentle tap on the back of his head.

However, it is very crisp.

The valet looked at the old general blankly.

The old general laughed and walked into the room.

"Hurry back to Hans Harbor."

"You are still needed there."

The old general's voice came from the room.

One hundred harbor guards accompanied him.

Jason and Little Lid set out on their way back to Hans Harbor.

"General Anno found out?"

In the carriage, Little Lid exclaimed.

The valet's voice was full of disbelief.

For Xiao Li De, it is not unacceptable to be discovered by someone close to him.

However, in his mind, the person who discovered it should be someone like Chief of Staff Sidlin.

It shouldn't be Old General Annuo.

It's not that I have any contempt for the veteran general.

It's just that the old general's usual behavior doesn't really look like a careful person.

"How great is wisdom but foolishness?"

"The intuition of a rough man?"

Little Lid thought blankly.

After Jason made his statement to Little Leed, he stopped paying attention to this.

Such a discovery is not a flaw.

Because the old general is one of our own.

Moreover, Jason was still thinking about what the old general said.

'When you draw the sword... move forward inexorably!'

He felt that what the old general said made sense.

Because every time he draws his sword, no matter who the enemy is in front of him, he doesn't think about anything and just cuts it down with one strike.

If you can't kill him with one blow, just hit him again.

Then, continue to chop.

There is always a knife that works.

No need for defense.

No need to block.

All it takes is one chop.

Jason thought, and a very simple but always forgotten truth came to mind involuntarily -

Be faster than the enemy.

Be more ruthless than your enemy.

More powerful than the enemy.

If you don't have any of these!

Then...

Stronger than the enemy!

At worst, change it!

perish together!

Either you die or I die.

And I am immortal...

Therefore, the enemy must be defeated!

Thinking of this, Jason seemed to open up his heart.

What skills.

What swordsmanship.

What kind of sword skills?

Forget everything.

I just need to remember:

I, Jason, am immortal.

A faint breath began to gather on Jason.

That was an indomitable momentum.

That is the aura of fearlessness of life and death.

The two are mixed together.

Gradually it becomes...

Sharp!

Like an unsheathed knife.

Such a sharp feeling stung Little Lid.

The valet looked at Jason subconsciously, and thought the Viscount saw a tall figure waving a broad-bladed short-handled machete, and felt that his eyes were filled with blood.

Instinctively I closed my eyes.

Then, open it again.

Jason is still Jason.

Sitting there motionless.

That sharp feeling also disappeared.

It seems like everything just now was an illusion.

However, the valet doesn't think so.
To be continued...
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