“How is it? Although it’s very simple, you must do it to the standard. Otherwise, over time, it’s easy to sprain your joints and leave aftereffects. So not even the slightest mistake is allowed,” he said solemnly.

Edward Scott nodded slightly.

At the same time, he silently recited in his mind, “Recording complete.”

A string of blue data instantly appeared before his eyes. “Please name this file.”

“Basic Swordsmanship,” Edward Scott murmured.

“Named as Basic Swordsmanship.”

The machine voice prompt repeated and then automatically disappeared.

Edward Scott tried to call up the data again with his mind. Instantly, streams of data automatically flowed into his mind. The image and sound information demonstrated by Arnold began to replay perfectly in his mind.

After confirming that the recording was indeed complete, Edward Scott spoke to Arnold.

“So I had learned this before. I think I remember now.”

Arnold looked at Edward Scott with a slight frown, as if trying to determine whether he was messing with him.

“Since you remember, then practice well on your own. Originally, Lord Otis was supposed to come and teach you personally today, but he happened to have something to attend to, so for now, you’ll do some basic exercises to recover your body. I’ll head off first. If you need anything, just call me.”

Edward Scott nodded, watching as Arnold walked away briskly.

He lifted the wooden sword in his hand, weighing it slightly. A faint smile appeared on his face.

The biochip only has analysis and storage capabilities, but real training and practice still depend on him starting from the basics step by step. After all, the chip can’t directly affect his body. It’s just an auxiliary tool.

He moved his body a bit and began practicing exactly according to the demonstrated movements.

“First move, straight chop.” He gripped the wooden sword, raised both hands high, and was about to chop down.

“Movement deformation: thirty-one percent,” the chip instantly prompted.

A slight smile appeared on Edward Scott’s face.

This was the auxiliary ability of the biochip—it could compare his movements with the data and help him constantly correct them.

He adjusted the blade in his hand slightly.

“Movement deformation: twenty-five percent.”

After several attempts, Edward Scott began to slowly adjust his movements. As he made gradual adjustments, the deformation data prompted by the chip became smaller and smaller.

He raised the wooden sword high, made a slight adjustment, and only when the chip indicated deformation below five percent did Edward Scott suddenly chop down. An unusually smooth and fluid feeling immediately followed.

“Checking physical training level. This movement has a toughness-enhancing effect on muscle groups 5, 3, and 11. After an estimated 10,526 repetitions, muscle strength can be increased by 0.1.”

The chip’s analysis result immediately appeared before Edward Scott’s eyes.

“Over ten thousand times… not too much,” he muttered softly.

He raised the wooden sword and began practicing seriously.

The terrifying aspect of the biochip was that it allowed a person to be completely aware of their physical condition. This was the “know yourself” part of “know yourself and know your enemy.”

Swish! Swish! Swish!!

Practicing the basic movements again and again, Edward Scott’s actions went from being intermittent and extremely slow at first to becoming smoother and faster.

The wooden sword created faint whistling sounds as it cut through the air.

This meant the contact area between the blade and the air was minimized, which was the fastest, most concealed, and most effective movement.

Unconsciously, Edward Scott became more and more absorbed in his practice. His whole mind and body were devoted to practicing the basic sword techniques.

Step forward into a lunge, straight chop, turn right and upward slash, thrust forward, then horizontal slashes to the left and right.

The movements were smooth and graceful, and the sounds grew quieter and quieter.

He could feel that this body wasn’t entirely useless; it seemed very familiar with basic swordsmanship. Sometimes, before his brain could recall the images for comparison, his hands would naturally perform the movements.

It was clear that the original Andrew must have secretly practiced on his own.

Clang! Clang! Clang!!

A burst of gong sounds suddenly rang out.

“Break time! Everyone dismissed!!” Arnold shouted loudly across the field.

In the corner, Edward Scott snapped out of his practice state and looked toward the center of the field.

He saw Arnold holding a bronze gong, striking it hard with his hand, producing a piercing sound.

The children on the training ground became noisy, gathering into small groups—some heading back to their quarters, some walking together toward the cafeteria, and some gathering around Arnold to ask questions.

Edward Scott stood where he was, his forehead covered in dense sweat, his face flushed, and his body hot. His vest and chest were soaked.

Although his practice just now was smooth, in others’ eyes, this was the most basic of basics. No matter how smooth, it was considered normal. So his actions didn’t attract anyone’s attention, as it was taken for granted.

“Summarize physical condition,” Edward Scott silently commanded.

“Summary: slight muscle strain on the underside of the right forearm, blood circulation stagnation in both legs. Automatic recovery time: 14 hours.”

Edward Scott nodded in satisfaction and casually wiped the sweat from his face.

He was wearing the black noble outfit from when he returned yesterday, which looked a bit like a tight hunting suit from Earth, with a red belt at the waist. Long sleeves and long pants, giving a very neat appearance.