Sterling didn't seem to hear the hidden meaning in Ryan's tone. Instead, he wanted to try Ryan's swordsmanship like a teacher checking his students' homework.

"I think my progress will not disappoint you." Ryan happily pulled out his sword and got into a fighting stance. He is now going to test his skills!

"Okay, you draw the sword first." Sterling laughed and stood up with his sword drawn, still full of gentlemanly demeanor.

Ryan's eyes widened, and he rushed forward with a lunge. The long sword in his hand drew an arc and slashed down hard. This was a pure swordsmanship competition. After all, the level of fighting spirit between the two was not at the same level.

"Qiang"

With just a slight lift of the sword in the opponent's hand, Ryan's powerful and heavy sword was skillfully deflected, but his position did not move at all.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and followed the trend with a set of silky combos, and the long sword made a "swish" sound in the cold wind.

"Dang Dang Dang"

Sterling's expression remained unchanged and he calmly accepted his attack. From the beginning to now, he still hasn't moved a step.

"Teacher, be careful!" Ryan shouted, jumped up, and raised the sword in his hand high. The blade shone with cold light in the sunlight.

The opponent's expression finally became more solemn, and his muscles all over his body contracted and exploded in an instant, retreating several meters at an incredible speed, as if he was flying out.

Ryan's sword struck the paved floor with a clang, and a thick stone slab cracked in response.

"Shua"

Sterling rushed over like an arrow from the string, slashed horizontally with his sword, and the sound of the sword cutting through the air rang in Ryan's ears.

He had no choice but to subconsciously block the sword in front of him. A series of sparks flew everywhere, and he had no time to react. The opponent's attacks came one after another like a sudden rain and a violent wind.

Ryan had no choice but to rely on the combat intuition he had developed over the years to passively accept the attack. The heavy force made him retreat again and again.

Seeing that he was about to retreat to the corner, Ryan's eyes flashed, he turned sharply, and pointed the sword in his hand at Sterling's throat at a strange angle.

And Sterling's sword has already reached his chest, and Ryan only needs to move slightly to go to see the Lord of Holy Light.

After all, he still missed half a move, but Ryan also knew in his heart that if a real fight broke out, he would be able to escape unscathed only by strengthening his whole body with source power.

"Hahaha, very good, Lei. After being tempered on the battlefield, your swordsmanship has indeed improved by leaps and bounds. It won't be long before I am no longer your opponent." Sterling took the lead in withdrawing his sword, his face full of joy, as if

I have already seen the day when my students are better than others.

"Teacher, you are such a powerful swordsman. Even if I practice for a few more years, I won't be able to catch up with you." Ryan slowly put away his sword and sat down on a stool nearby.

"I know you have a lot to ask me, and it's time to tell you some things. After all, you are the head of the Black family now." Sterling sat down next to him, picked up a towel and wiped it invisible to the naked eye.

said after sweating.

"Actually, I am not Turan, that is, your father's follower. I am the guardian knight of your grandfather Garit. When I was young, I followed him from a distant and remote place to Tistan. Now I think it is almost three years.

Ten years.

At that time, your father was only in his teens and you were not yet born, and technically speaking, your father and you are both my students."

There was a hint of reminiscence in Sterling's eyes, as if he had seen the time when he was young following that majestic figure again.

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, feeling a little ridiculous in his heart. He was actually a follower of his grandfather. Doesn't that mean he followed his grandfather when he was ten years old?

"That's right, the year you were born was the fifth year after we arrived in Tistan. I was only twenty years old at that time and your father was sixteen." Sterling clicked and said what Ryan wanted.

Answer.

Sixteen years old! Ryan was shocked. In other words, his cheap dad married his mother at the age of fifteen. That mother’s age is...a beast!

This is because Ryan's head has not turned around. In this era, whether it is aristocrats or commoners, marriage has long been the norm. If Ryan had not been drafted into the army, his children would have been involved in soy sauce by this time.

Because his mother was already looking for a marriage partner for him at that time, but she went to the battlefield before she could choose one. He didn't know that he had narrowly escaped disaster.

Sterling didn't know what Ryan was thinking, so he said to himself: "Lei, your roots are not in Tistan. It is a very remote and barren place. Some people choose to stay there, and some people choose to go there."

The family continues outside.

Your grandfather was the second heir of the Black family at that time. He also had an older brother who chose to continue to stick to that place. But your grandfather chose to go out there and continue the family.

My ancestors have always taken it as their duty to protect the heirs of the Black family, and I have always kept in mind the mission given to me by my ancestors. After my death, my son will also take up this mission and protect the Black family."

Ryan looked at Sterling, whose face was filled with perseverance and reminiscence, and felt a huge wave of emotion in his heart. For a moment, he didn't know whether to believe his words.

He forced himself to calm down and asked coldly: "Where is the place you mentioned?

Why do they stay in such a barren place, and why do your ancestors protect the Black family? Don’t you think all this is incredible!"

A trace of loneliness flashed in Sterling's eyes, and he slowly said: "That is a very far away place, and our ancestors have guarded it there for generations.

According to ancient prophecies, it is the passage connecting the human world to the abyss. On the last night of every year, the sleeping abyssal demon will wake up from the abyss and cause trouble to the continent.

The mission of our ancestors was to stop those demons there.

Barrenness is a relative term. Although it is difficult for vegetation to grow there, the concentration of extraordinary power is five times that here. Almost everyone there is an extraordinary person, and they practice extremely quickly.

The Black family is one of the five guarding families, originating from an ancient and great strong man, and my ancestors are followers of that strong man, and we follow the great surname Black."

Ryan was deeply shocked by his words, although what he said was as funny as the stories told by the bard.

Almost everyone is a supernatural being, and there are also abyss demons... It's just telling a story!

But he asked in a strange way: "Are there many families like that?"

"Of course, the five major families are all derived from five ancient and great powerful men. There were once tens of thousands of guardian families gathered under the five glorious surnames!" Sterling suddenly became excited, his eyes flashing.

"What does once mean?"

Hearing this, the light in Sterling's eyes dimmed, and his tone became low and sad: "Some people died in the battle, and the glorious surnames were buried in the dust.

Some people betrayed the oaths of their ancestors and fled in the face of battle, tarnishing the honorable surnames of their ancestors.

Some people fought to the end, and only the survivors took their family seeds and scattered them to various kingdoms to continue the bloodline.

More people are still sticking there, for the glory and glory of their ancestors..."
Chapter completed!