Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 13 Zhao Zhibang, 5th section
"Ten days? Four stages!?"
Master Zhao and Li Datou were both stunned, and then Master Zhao became even more furious: "You fucking son of a bitch Liu Xing, don't even lie like this, if you want to get beaten up, just say it!"
Liu Xing hurriedly tugged at Qi Ji's sleeve, looking pitifully as if asking for help.
Qi Ji couldn't stand the disgusting look of this tough guy acting like a spoiled brat, so he took the initiative to take over the conversation: "Hello, Mr. Zhao, I'm Qi Ji, and today I'm mainly here to ask you about two-handed swordsmanship."
"Ah, hello, hello." Master Zhao smiled at Qi Ji quickly: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, but Liu Xing is just a son of a bitch who talks nonsense."
"He's not talking nonsense." Qi Ji replied casually.
"You don't have to make up for him..." Master Zhao said, and suddenly he was stunned and looked at Qi Ji. "Wait, what do you mean?"
"I am Qi Ji, a fifth-degree professional, and I am here to ask Master Zhao for advice on Meyer swordsmanship." Qi Ji said with a smile.
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"So Xiao Qi, you are really a professional fifth dan!?"
In President Zhao's office, four people sat together. President Zhao poured a cup of tea in front of Qi Ji and continued to confirm in disbelief.
"That's right, we are all gods..." Liu Xing was just about to brag.
"Liu Xing, don't talk! I'm asking you?" Master Zhao glared at Liu Xing and instantly shut him up.
Qi Ji was somewhat helpless: "Master Zhao, you have confirmed it three times, but I haven't taken the certificate exam yet. How about we practice it?"
"That's what I've been waiting for you to say. Li Ming, come and compete with Xiao Qi." Head Coach Zhao slapped his thigh, turned around and continued to talk to Qi Ji, "Li Ming has good talent. He failed to reach the fourth stage at the end of last year. This year, I trained him hard for several months. Now he must have the strength of the fourth stage."
Li Datou - Li Ming was also eager to try, and immediately agreed. "I'll go get two sets of protective gear first. Xiao Qi, what weapons do you use?"
"I brought it myself." Qi Ji said, patting the black rectangular box beside him. Zhang Zizai had already arranged the customized equipment for him before. The protective gear was not easy to carry, but this straight knife handmade according to his requirements made him love it and carry it with him.
(Fighting is considered a major sport in this world, so it is set that with a certificate issued by a qualified organization, fighting athletes can carry unsharpened registered weapons on public transportation.)
Ten minutes later, Qi Ji and Li Ming, wearing protective gear, stood on the stage. Coach Zhao outside the venue shouted, "Xiao Qi, whether it really took you only ten days to reach the fifth dan from a novice, but if you really have the fifth dan, you are undoubtedly a genius at this age. I will come and have a good fight with you then."
Qi Ji knew in his heart that the other side obviously still thought they were bragging, otherwise the one standing on the field now should be Mr. Zhao teaching him, instead of his subordinate Li Ming who was only a fourth-level player.
"It doesn't matter, it just takes a little more effort." Qi Ji thought.
Qi Ji didn't think too much about the other party's "disrespect". After all, he needed help from others, and his progress was too shocking, so it was reasonable for others not to believe it.
"Come over here." After assuming a stance, it was Qi Ji's turn to say this to others.
Li Ming, standing opposite him, was about 1.80 meters tall, holding a Sith-style two-handed sword that was about 1.3 meters long. He nodded in response.
The next moment he rushed forward like a bull, with his head raised high in a "roof-style" posture, and then he immediately chopped and killed with a heavy blow.
As the opponent moved, Qi Ji instantly revealed several flaws of the opponent. If he used game special effects to describe it, it would probably be that several parts of Li Ming's body showed highlighted marks.
"Too weak and too slow."
Qi Ji felt it was a bit boring and decided to end the fight quickly. He immediately rushed forward and slashed four times in succession like a whirlwind.
The first strike was to strike horizontally across the opponent's sword, interrupting the attack.
The second strike was a horizontal slash in the opposite direction, forcing the opponent to subconsciously raise his sword to block.
The third knife was a straight chop. Li Ming, who barely blocked the attack, was almost in a state of collapse, with his defense wide open.
Qi Ji could even see the incredible expression on his face.
The fourth knife was swung back with the back of the hand, and the blade passed through Li Ming's belly and the protective gear on his chest , making a series of scraping sounds.
it's over.
Being hit in the vitals, Li Ming took a half step back, moved the two-handed sword in his hand, and looked at Qi Ji who was standing calmly opposite him, with the tip of the sword drooping dejectedly.
“There’s no need to compare anymore. The gap between us is simply huge.” Li Ming felt his confidence taken a huge blow. The 28-year-old originally thought that he was extremely talented to have reached the fourth level, but today he personally experienced a scene where a talented young man defeated him easily.
Outside the court, Liu Xing cheered when he saw Qi Ji easily defeat Li Ming, as if he had won the fight himself.
This is the gap between paragraph five and paragraph four, which is even larger than the gap between paragraph four and paragraph one.
Stages one to three are basic stages, representing proficiency in routines, adequate reactions, and mastery of force, respectively. Stage four, also known as "small," refers to the ability to flexibly combine learned moves and perform them in actual combat.
The fifth stage, "Use of Intelligence", goes beyond this basic level and officially enters a higher level - being able to see through the opponent's movements and accurately control oneself to attack the opponent's flaws.
After reaching the fifth dan, beating opponents of lower dan levels is as easy as an adult beating a child.
Li Ming left the field dejectedly. Qi Ji turned his gaze to Master Zhao who was still in shock and said softly, "Master Zhao, you don't have to worry about how many days it took me to reach this level. Today I mainly want to ask you about the essence of Meyer's swordsmanship. Please teach me."
Master Zhao was slightly stunned, then smiled in relief: "I am obsessed with appearances. In our circle, we always emphasize that the most accomplished are the teachers. Moreover, although there are not many talented swordsmen like you, Mr. Qi, I have heard of a few of them. How come a true genius appears in front of me today, but I can't accept it?"
He sighed: "Please tell me, how do you plan to spar, Mr. Qi?"
Qi Ji thought for a moment and said, "If possible, please ask Master Zhao to personally give me practical guidance and show me the charm of Meyer's swordsmanship ."
"That's as you wish." Master Zhao asked Li Ming to help him get the protective gear and weapons. After he was fully dressed, he strode into the venue.
He raised the sword with both hands and assumed the basic stance of Meyer's swordplay - the plow stance.
This is a mid-section stance similar to the Daxia kneeling stance, the difference being that the hands are more retracted and the knife is held in front of the hips.
Qi Ji also got into position and observed the other party carefully.
Although Master Zhao is also very tall, he is only about 1.85 meters tall, a bit shorter than Qi Ji. His weapon is a two-handed sword that is almost the same length as Qi Ji's straight sword.
The giant swordsman in the tower is more than two meters tall, and the difference in weapons is even greater. The giant swordsman's two-handed sword is very exaggerated, one meter and eighty meters long. In terms of weapon length, it has already crushed the weapons of Qi Ji and Master Zhao, which were customized according to the requirements of the competition.
As a user , the pressure taught by Mr. Zhao was far less than that of the giant swordsman in the tower.
"Cangfeng Club, Qi Ji, fifth stage, please give me some advice!"
"Zhao Zhibang, retired fifth-degree guard of the provincial military strike team, please give me some advice!"
The two men revealed their identities at the same time, and the battle was about to break out.
