Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 17: Tiger Club, Li Kuang
"Brother Qi! What a coincidence to meet you!" Qi Ji was chatting with Zhang Zizai when a young voice suddenly sounded from not far away. Turning around, it was Zhou Le from the Huben Club.
Following behind him were Li Kuang and three other young men.
Qi Ji also raised his hand and greeted: "Zhou Le, Li Kuang, you are all here, come, come here."
Several young people came forward with laughter. Qi Ji pointed at Zhang Zizai and said with a smile, "This is Coach Zhang Zizai, 7th Dan. He is one of our Cang Feng's special coaches and also my personal coach."
Then he turned to Zhang Zizai and said, "These are the guys from the Tiger Guards who dropped me off at the hotel last night. They are all very nice young men."
"Zhang Qiduan!" Before the youngsters could say anything, a middle-aged coach who came with them came over excitedly: "Zhang Qiduan! I'm Xie Wenbin, the senior coach of the Huben Club, and I'm your fan!"
Wow, this Old Zhang actually has fans. Qi Ji smiled and expressed his admiration.
Zhang Zizai waved his hand cheerfully and greeted several people from Huben, then started chatting with Coach Xie from Huben.
Qi Ji, Li Kuang, Zhou Le and others stood on the other side and also started communicating.
Zhou Le was a little excited and took the initiative to suggest: "Brother Qi! I didn't expect that Zhang Qidan would be your exclusive coach. What rank are you at? Do you have the equipment? Let's have a game?"
Several young men from the Huben couldn't help but join in the fun. According to the conversation last night, Qi Ji told them that he had only started learning Bingji this year, and it turned out that his exclusive coach was Zhang Qidan. He was very confident to come to the rookie competition. What kind of amazing talent must he have to be to be able to do this?
Qi Ji had no objection, he nodded and said: "Then let's practice first, and Li Kuang will join us later. I am also curious about what kind of genius the seeded player of Hu Ben is ."
Everyone went to ask their respective coaches. Zhang Zizai never restricted Qi Ji's actions, so he readily agreed. On the contrary, Huben's coach was a little hesitant, probably because he felt that there were too many people and didn't want to expose his players' strength too early. However, after glancing at Zhang Zizai several times, he gritted his teeth and nodded.
The two coaches had a brief communication with the event organizer and obtained the right to use the competition table. In fact, the event organizer had already handled several rounds of such requests today. Many competition tables at the competition site now had martial arts players competing in sparring matches.
Soon, Qi Ji and Zhou Le, wearing protective gear, stood together on a platform assigned to them.
"Brother Qi! Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Zhou Le from the Tiger Guards Club! Please give me your guidance!" Zhou Le on the opposite side was wearing standard protective gear in the Daxia style, holding a Miao Dao about one meter and two meters long in both hands. His words were obscured and distorted by the mask, and his voice sounded muffled.
Qi Ji glanced at Zhou Le who was ready to fight, and he was not very interested. In his eyes, the opponent had flaws all over his body, and his strength was even inferior to Coach Huang of Taiping City Club.
However, not everyone has cheats like Qi Ji. Considering that those present are all teenagers under 20 years old, and perhaps they have only learned military fighting for three to five years, those who can reach the third level are actually extremely talented players.
Lack of interest does not mean looking down on the opponent. Qi Ji put on a hidden front posture and reported his situation seriously: "Hello Zhou Le, I am Qi Ji from the Hidden Front Strike Club, please give me your guidance!"
Hiding the sharp edge, Li Kuang and several other young men from the Tiger Guards couldn't help but look at each other in surprise when they saw this posture.
The lower-level stances such as Daxia's Hidden Blade Stance, Sakura Country's Lower-Level Stance, and Meyer's Fool Style of swordsmanship are recognized worldwide as "impractical stances". Actively using them is often equivalent to putting oneself in a passive position, which can easily lead to disadvantage in subsequent fights - these are stances that are often used by big guys when they are guiding rookies.
Qi Ji's attitude towards Zhou Le meant that Qi Ji thought his level was far superior to Zhou Le's.
Zhou Le on the field also reacted immediately. Young people are full of vigor and vitality. He shouted angrily: "Brother Qi! In this case, please be careful, I am coming!"
After saying that, he quickly jumped out, and the next moment, he stabbed Qi Ji's head with a push and stab commonly used by the Miao Dao.
Little did he know that from the moment he started to move, he exposed more flaws in Qi Ji's eyes. Until the moment Zhou Le attacked, the number of flaws reached the extreme.
"Your intention to attack is too obvious."
Qi Ji sighed lightly, and while speaking, he slightly moved his head to avoid the opponent's stab, then stepped forward with his right foot, moved forward, and got close in front of Zhou Le. The distance between them was less than thirty centimeters.
Zhou Le's scalp exploded, and he hurriedly wanted to turn the blade from stabbing to slashing, but suddenly found that the blade of his blade had been stuck by Qi Ji's blade, which had been raised without his knowledge, and could not move. The next second, Qi Ji raised his hand and swung the knife, and the blade slashed across Zhou Le's throat.
"You lose."
Qi Jipian then took a few steps back and announced the result calmly.
Shit! Except for Zhang Zizai who smiled without saying anything , all the Huben players, including the coach, were shocked. Zhou Le, the little genius in their club, who had only practiced sword for three years and had reached the third-dan professional level, was a rising star in their club. But how could he be like an adult beating a child in front of Qi Ji? He was gone the moment they met.
"Brother Qi, you are at the fifth level!?" Li Kuang was the first to react, and asked loudly with an excited look on his face.
Qi Ji smiled at him and put his index finger on his lips, signaling him not to show off.
"Fuck!" Zhou Le finally reacted and his anger dissipated. "Brother Qi, you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! I..."
Li Kuang had already put on his protective gear, jumped onto the stage and pushed Zhou Le down: "Don't just lie there, let me have a go with Brother Qi!"
His eyes were full of excitement, and he did not feel afraid or insecure at all about Qi Ji who was "very likely to be at the fifth stage".
"Come on." Qi Ji obeyed the order respectfully, still hiding his edge.
Li Kuang's weapon was also a Miao Dao. He didn't say much and rushed forward. His sturdy figure, which was less than two meters tall , was like a wild bear during the charge. The moment he got close, he held the sword with both hands pointing up to the sky, followed by an explosive and heavy chop.
He used the thin Miao Dao with the power of a mace.
Well done!
In Qi Ji's opinion, although Li Kuang 's movements were more rough than Zhou Le's, he was much more difficult to deal with than Zhou Le!
As the saying goes, force can defeat skill. With his keen eyesight, he could tell at a glance from Li Kuang's bulging muscles and his chopping momentum that this attack contained a tremendous force that ordinary people could hardly resist. For such a powerful attack, the so-called flaw was no longer a flaw.
"The best way is to avoid it, but I won't!"
His mind raced like lightning, and Qi Ji's hands moved quickly. He swiftly raised the blade and collided fiercely with Li Kuang's heavy blow!
"clang!"
As if a thunderbolt had exploded out of nowhere, the collision of the two weapons produced a deafening sound.
