"Those who can possess the qualifications of a Sword Master are very rare, and those who successfully attain the position of Sword Master are even rarer. I have only seen ten Sword Masters so far. Before my death, there were only three Sword Masters alive.

Just a human being." The Black Mountain Evil God sighed.

Only at this moment did Simon truly understand the rarity and power of the Juggernaut.

"So this person must be firmly under his control, and he must not let him go by any means necessary. If he fails, he must be killed directly without leaving any hidden dangers." The Black Mountain Evil God solemnly said.

"I understand." Simon responded seriously.

Simon looked at the unconscious Hick McKenzie again, frowning, then leaned down, held down his head, and impacted his spiritual space with mental power, preparing to plant a spiritual mark in his soul.

His mental space was so tenacious that Simon opened a crack with all his strength, and Hick McKenzie's body trembled violently.

Xisai looked at this scene and frowned, but did not speak or disturb.

Simon mentally found his soul.

"This guy's soul is actually so tough." The strength of Hick McKenzie's soul exceeded his own realm, and his toughness reached the level of a Grand Knight Commander.

Simon's mental power had just landed on his soul, and a sharp edge directly cut off his mental power.

"What is that?" Simon was surprised.

"It's the instinct of his will. His will has been fused with a little aura of rules to automatically protect his soul." The Black Mountain Evil God said in a deep voice.

"Can a spiritual brand be forcibly planted?" Simon asked.

The Black Mountain Evil God frowned: "It's very difficult."

"With your divine seal, my doomsday rune can't suppress his will instinct?" Simon frowned.

"The aura of rules is integrated into his soul, but your spiritual imprint cannot be completely integrated into his soul. If he becomes a sword master in the future, he can cut off your spiritual imprint with the sword of rules." Black Mountain Evil God said.

Simon's face darkened. Although he could be forcibly controlled at this stage, once he reaches the level of a sword master, his mental control will be ineffective, and it is likely to cause backlash from him.

Simon decisively gave up his mind control.

"You were trying to control him just now, but it seems you failed?" Xisay looked at Simon who was getting up and asked.

"Let's go back first." Simon didn't answer him. He picked up Hick McKenzie and returned to his home in Befat City.

It wasn't until the evening that Hick McKenzie woke up. He saw Simon sitting at the wooden table drinking tea, his brows furrowed.

"When you wake up, how about coming over for a cup of tea?" Simon said with a smile.

Hick McKenzie stood up and took a look at his hands. He could move freely and the damage to his arm muscles and bones had disappeared.

"You healed my injury?"

"Yes, I happen to be a magic doctor and I cured your injury easily." Simon said calmly, took out a teacup and poured him a cup of tea.

"Please." Simon pushed the teacup in front of Hick McKenzie.

Hick McKenzie hesitated, sat down, and asked without drinking tea: "Who are you, and what organization do you want to invite me to join?"

"Let's not talk about this first, let's talk about other things." Simon said.

Xisay glanced at Simon, but said nothing.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Can you go out for a while?" Simon said to Xisay.

Xisai frowned, said nothing, stood up and left the room.

Then Simon set up a barrier.

"Actually setting up a barrier? You don't trust your companions?" Hick McKenzie said lightly.

"It's not that we don't trust him, it's just that what we want to say is very important. By the way, the man just now was my father, who is also the senior knight commander." Simon said.

Hick McKenzie's face darkened and he laughed at himself: "I am just a knight commander, but your organization actually asked you to use two great knight commanders."

"Mr. McKenzie, don't belittle yourself, you are not an ordinary knight commander." Simon smiled.

"If you have any questions, just tell me." Hick McKenzie said in a deep voice.

"Do you have a teacher?" Simon asked.

"No, my swordsmanship is just basic sword moves. Anyone can learn them." Hick McKenzie said calmly.

"Your basic sword moves are different from others, especially your last stunning sword move, but it has reached the level of rules and its power has reached the level of a great knight." Simon sighed.

"Rules?" Hick McKenzie frowned, and then asked hurriedly: "What are rules?"

Simon stared straight at him. His tone and demeanor didn't sound like he was being fake. Could it be that he really didn't know the rules.

"I'll tell you later, you haven't answered my question yet," Simon said.

"I don't have a master, but I learned basic sword moves from several knights in the early years." Hick McKenzie replied.

"Did you also learn your powerful slashes and the last sword from them?"

"That's not true. I practiced it myself."

"How did you practice it?" Simon asked hurriedly, but immediately added: "If it involves your secret, you don't have to tell it."

Hick McKenzie glanced at him and said: "It's not a secret. It doesn't hurt to tell you. It's just about practicing basic sword moves every day."

"Is it that simple?" Simon didn't believe it.

"It's that simple."

"How do you practice?"

"Each basic sword move has been practiced repeatedly. Since I was fifteen years old, I have practiced it a thousand times a day. I have increased it according to my tolerance. Now, I practice it 20,000 times a day." Hick McKenzie

Said lightly.

Simon's eyes widened and he repeated each basic sword move 20,000 times, my dear.

You must know that there are four categories of basic sword moves, with a total of twenty small moves. If you repeat each movement 20,000 times and practice all the basic sword moves, it will be 400,000 times.

This number is too exaggerated.

Whether you can do it or not is one thing, but whether you can persevere is another.

Only those ascetic monks can practice swordsmanship to such an extent every day.

"Did you practice so hard for your last sword?"

"Not bad." Hick McKenzie nodded.

What does this mean? If you practice swordsmanship thousands of times, will its meaning be apparent to you?

"Your talent in swordsmanship is very high. To be honest, it is beyond my imagination. If you continue to practice, you can reach the peak of the Knight Commander level. If you are lucky, you may also have the opportunity to break through to the Knight King level." Simon said seriously.

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"Knight King Level? I have never thought about it." Hick McKenzie shook his head.

Simon nodded and said: "It is indeed difficult, especially the way you practice. If there is no one to guide you, it will take a long time to break through the rank of Grand Knight Commander."

Hick McKenzie frowned and asked: "Do you know the way I practice?"

"I do know." Simon nodded.

Hick McKenzie frowned, but said nothing.

"What do you think about making a deal?" Simon smiled.

"What deal?"

"Your cultivation path is a hundred times more difficult than the Sequence Secret Technique. If no one gives you guidance or provides you with resources, your luck in this life will be at the level of a Knight King.

I can show you how to practice and give you the training resources you need." Simon smiled.

"You want me to join your organization?" Hick McKenzie raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!