Thales nodded approvingly.

The security officer blinked and shook his head.

"No, you people who are engaged in politics have made so many twists and turns..."

But before Cohen could answer, Thales moved forward again, leaving behind Cohen who was trying hard to express his opinions, leaving only grievances.

"So he's pushing me, forcing me into it."

Thales thought of the past and his face was as cold as ice:

"Or, he knows that once a chess player like me enters the game..."

"You will become the chess player he wants."

Thales tensed his muscles unconsciously.

"For this he gave me a sword."

The prince looked straight forward, through the streets, as if he saw something.

"Because he knows, or he believes, that no matter where the blade goes, no matter what I do with the sword, block or attack, chop or thrust, once I pick up the sword..."

Thales said quietly:

"I can't let it go anymore."

Feeling Duke Xinghu's struggle and hesitation, Glover said nothing.

But Cohen tried his best to blink.

"Where are you going, what are you doing...sword...uh..."

Cohen's eyes were deep at first, then blank:

"I, I'm sorry, I...I still didn't understand it well."

"It's okay, Cohen," Thales came back to his senses and exhaled: "It's a good thing that you don't understand."

The prince looked at him complicatedly:

"It means you are very happy."

"Don't worry."

But unexpectedly, the security officer shook his head decisively.

"No, no, no, Your Highness, although I know you are scolding me secretly, Master Jedi once told me that when you don't know whether to raise your sword or not," Cohen hesitated for a moment, but still said firmly:

"It's time to ask about your 'heart of the sword'."

Thales was stunned.

"What?"

"Heart of the Sword," Cohen said solemnly and seriously:

"In the Tower of the End, without this thing, you can't graduate."

"Hmph," Glover folded his arms and scoffed:

"It's that weird theory about breaking the tower again."

Cohen glanced at Glover with dissatisfaction, but he did not conflict with him after all. Instead, he turned to ask Thales:

"This is the Tower of the End's overall view of the power of the end: the power of the end is not a tool, but "self"."

"Its training is not the practice of skills, not just the same repetition, but the tempering of the heart, the questioning of oneself more clearly each time: strength and itself, externality and spirit, skills and personality, behavior and beliefs,

The sword is outside, the heart is inside, the moves and skills are outside, and the power of ending is inside. Only when the inner and outer dualities complement each other can the peak of the power of ending be reached."

Thales was thoughtful.

Cohen showed a nostalgic look:

"For this reason, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the End Tower must embark on a journey to find their own unique - there is no distinction between strength and weakness, only suitability - 'Heart of the Sword'

', the inside and outside are connected to form a large vessel."

"Your sword must go hand in hand with your heart, and your ideas are connected."

"Otherwise, at a certain moment, your heart will always be disconnected from your sword - your martial arts skills will be half the result, and your finishing power will be stagnant, just like you can't force a delicate and thoughtful swordsman to open and close.

Nor can you force a bold and rough fighter to be meticulous in his craftsmanship."

They are parallel and have similar ideas.

Thales was slightly lost in thought, remembering Ricky's explanation of the power of termination in the Prison of Bones.

Glover snorted disdainfully:

"It sounds very exciting. Let's start a fight..."

Cohen ignored Glover and looked at Thales:

"What about you, where is the heart of your sword, Your Highness?"

Thales was silent.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered Falkenholz's words.

【Hold on to your sword.】

【Don’t lose it.】

But at this moment, Thales suddenly felt his heart skip a beat!

"You've crossed the line, gentlemen."

Almost at the same time, Cohen and Glover also changed their colors. They bent their knees and pressed their swords vigilantly and solemnly, entering a fighting posture!

Only then did Thales notice that, at some point, the streets around them had become deserted and eerily quiet.

And right in front, a man with a resolute face and strong muscles crossed his arms and stared at them with burning eyes.

A piece of black silk was tied to his left arm, swaying slightly.

"It seems that the scum along the way didn't lie," the man looked at the actions of Cohen and Glover, and his eyes changed:

"It is indeed a tough idea. If you are worthy of this cloak, no wonder you dare to do our street business."

Thales stared at the black silk cloth, silently lost in thought.

"Super level." Grover stared at the resolute man:

"He makes me uncomfortable."

Cohen took a deep breath.

"I recognize this guy, he is on the list of ex-convicts in the security department," the security officer said eagerly:

"'Thunder Axe' Ostru, served in the army before, on a warship in the East China Sea Territory."

"Just in time, take this opportunity to bring him..."

But at this moment, Ostrow whistled softly.

Soon, footsteps sounded from all directions, ranging from scattered to deafening.

Within a few seconds, countless figures with black silk arms appeared in the surrounding streets and alleys, blocking the three people.

Glover and Cohen counted the number of people for the first time, and their expressions changed.

"This is also..." Cohen's expression twitched.

"Too many, this number of people is extraordinary." Glover concluded solemnly.

Thales frowned.

Cohen exhaled:

"Damn it, the guy with the gloomy face on the back left, I remember, the 'Silent Killer' Leyock, his origin is still unknown."

Thales turned his head to the left, and sure enough, he saw the familiar face - Lyock leaning against the wall, lowering his head and saying nothing. No one among the dozen thugs around him dared to approach him.

"And on the right, that's 'Steel Cone' Adeleanza. In the big market, he must be the one who bullies the market and collects debts. He's a life-threatening Northlander."

"It's strange. These desperadoes have different affiliations. They shouldn't normally get together." Cohen thought.

Glover didn't speak. He just moved his arms to confirm the extent of the impact of his whiplash on his movements.

"Welcome to the underground shopping mall, young gentlemen who come from nowhere."

Ostru took the ax handed over by his subordinates, took a step forward, and showed the ax blade with a smile:

"Gangster Brotherhood, hello to you,"

Underground street.

Thales sniffed it instinctively.

Sure enough, he smelled the vague musty smell in his memory.

It was a place he was familiar with, and Thales felt confused for a while.
To be continued...