Barbarians

Ainz's training in Voyaging was indeed a fruitful one. The Primordials were already excited for their turn. Well, their turn would come sooner than later. It would be set in fate, time is only the one to pass.

It was afternoon and the sun was about to set. The training ground was a mess with all those duels with Ragnar. Learning basic combat from him was just easy. As Ainz was already a martial arts grandmaster. He was able to defeat Ragnar several times already using the Voyaging skills and fighting style.

As for Ainz, his fighting style was honed throughout the years. And it was mixing up now. A bit of a bad habit that Ainz has gained. He was confused as to what he would use.

The fencing style was new for him and he still has to learn such style. It was more of a deflect and thrust style. A bit different from a swordsman's way of fighting. Nevertheless, it was still a good style.

Ainz rested for a while but the time was of the essence. He immediately told Ragnar to continue their
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