Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 22 Yan Qing
Following Zhang Zizai to the fifteenth floor of the building, Qi Ji put on data collection equipment with the assistance of professionals arranged by Zhang Zizai and began to conduct more professional quality tests.
Of course, it was impossible for him to fully display all of his qualities at once. After estimating the level of growth that a normal human being could achieve even with extraordinary talent, Qi Ji slightly controlled his strength and speed to conduct the test, in order to prevent the data from being too terrifying and causing trouble.
More than an hour later, the test results were finally issued.
The conclusion is that he has extraordinary physical talent and unlimited potential, and is evaluated as having the potential to be a top player.
Zhang Zizai was shocked and relieved when he held Qi Ji's test results.
While the two were chatting, a youthful and high-spirited boy rushed into the door of the fifteenth floor!
As soon as he came in, he shouted loudly: "Zhang Qiduan! Zhang Qiduan, are you there?"
Zhang Zizai turned around and smiled, "Yanqing! This way!" He turned around and raised his eyebrows at Qi Ji. "This is the talented new player I told you about before, Yanqing."
Is this the 16-year-old genius?
Qi Ji looked over curiously. The boy was about 1.7 meters tall, with slender hands and feet, and a young and handsome appearance. The childishness on his face had not yet faded, his eyes were bright, and he exuded a youthful confidence and fearlessness.
He doesn't look like a good fighter.
The young man was also looking at Qi Ji. After a while, he took the initiative to approach and asked, "Brother, are you the super genius that Zhang Qiduan has been talking about recently?"
"Maybe." Qi Ji smiled slightly and replied, "Thanks to Master Zhang for your kindness."
Yan Qing tilted his head and said, "You are so boring. Strong is strong, weak is weak. Why are you being modest?"
Damn, I got taught a lesson by the kids.
Qi Ji subconsciously made some polite remarks, but was exposed by the kid so swiftly that he couldn't help laughing. He could only say, "Okay, the super genius that Zhang Qiduan mentioned recently is me. What about you, Yanqing?"
Yan Qing chuckled: "I am the strongest genius in the world of military attack."
"Oh?" Qi Ji deliberately joked: "Is he stronger than Bai Tianhe, the disciple of the Sword Saint?"
Yan Qing looked at Qi Ji with disdain: "Brother Qi, are you okay? Of course we have to compete to know who is stronger, but in terms of genius, I am sixteen and he is eighteen. I have only practiced for two years, and he has been accepted as an apprentice by the Sword Saint since he was a child. Now that our levels are similar, of course I am the more talented!"
Looking at Yan Qing, who was still in high spirits and didn't show any sign of frustration, Qi Ji felt a little ashamed.
Whether it is Yan Qing, Li Kuang, or Zhou Le, these martial arts players seem to have a passion for martial arts, are not afraid of anything, and are brave enough to challenge their opponents.
On the contrary, he, who clearly had the golden finger of the Tower of Transcendence, learned military attack only to defeat the enemies in the tower and avoid losing all his spiritual power and threatening his life. He did not seem to find any fun in the military attack battles during the process.
It seems that I am really not qualified to compete with these passionate contestants.
"Brother Qi! Do you want to fight?" Just as he was in a daze, Yan Qing looked at Qi Ji with bright eyes and invited him to a fight.
Qi Ji was also curious about the other party's level, so he simply agreed to the competition.
The news that the young genius Yan Qing was going to compete against the newly joined fifth-dan player spread throughout .
By the time the two men put on their protective gear and stood on the stage, the stage was already surrounded by dozens of coaches and student contestants.
Next to the competition stage, beside Zhang Zizai, a middle-aged man who looked a few years younger than him stroked his beard and asked nonchalantly, "Old Zhang, where did you find this seedling? He looks to be about 24 or 25 years old."
Zhang Zizai chuckled, "Du Xishan, I have to thank you for getting me to Taiping City, which allowed me to pick up a bargain. Don't look at this kid's age, but among all the so-called geniuses I have seen so far, no one can compare to him."
"Old Zhang, this is boring. Although I am Mr. Fan's subordinate, you know that I have no involvement in your matter." The middle-aged man - Du Xishan glared at Zhang Zizai speechlessly.
Zhang Zizai patted Du Xishan on the shoulder and said, "Forget it. We two sword-practitioners can't play tricks with those 'managers'. We should look at the younger generation. What's your level now, my dear Yanqing?"
Speaking of Yan Qing, Du Xishan immediately became excited: "Let me tell you! Four words to describe him, a genius! This kid was sent here at the age of fourteen. He can learn any sword technique and become proficient in it in a short time. Now, hehe... you will know it later."
Zhang Zizai chuckled. This old man was still keeping the secret and was going to laugh at him later.
Obviously, both coaches are very confident in their players.
Back inside the arena, Qi Ji and Yan Qing confronted each other. He saw Yan Qing holding the sword in one hand, facing him sideways in a similar kneeling position, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Yan Qing, what is this routine?"
Yan Qing's clear voice rang out: "This is the Great Xia swordsmanship. It has both one-handed and two-handed routines, but I think it looks more handsome when holding the sword with one hand."
He then said: "Are you ready, Brother Qi? I'm going to do it!"
After saying that, he took a step forward and suddenly stabbed Qi Ji's chest with the sword in his hand.
As to whether one-handed weapons or two-handed weapons are more flexible, there is actually a counter-intuitive conclusion - two-handed weapons that can be held with both hands and exert force at multiple angles are more flexible to wield than one-handed weapons.
When using a one-handed weapon, a shield is often equipped in the off-hand to ensure additional defensive advantages.
Of course, in terms of attack, one-handed weapons are not completely inferior to two-handed ones. The range of a one-handed sword can be extended by side attack and combined with steps to have a longer attack distance than two-handed attacks. In a sense, it is more suitable for long-range attacks than two-handed grasping, commonly known as a wider attack range.
This was Yan Qing's attack. He moved at high speed and thrust sideways, as if he had jumped over the distance between the two of them in an instant. The sword tip was in front of Qi Ji in the blink of an eye.
But for Qi Ji, this attack was just average.
He held up his knife to block the stab steadily, and felt the opponent's strength at the same time. Then he knew what was going on and controlled his strength to counterattack!
The two men instantly stuck together and completed more than ten hand-to-hand combat exchanges. Among the onlookers and coaches, those with poor eyesight could not even see how many rounds the two men fought.
Yan Qing's movements were extremely agile, as if relying on his small and light stature. He took staggered steps, dodged and moved swiftly, attacking Qi Ji from all angles. His movements were indescribably free and easy, as if he were a sword immortal banished to earth.
Qi Ji was more calm. In fact, after experiencing countless life-and-death battles in the tower, it was difficult for him to be interested in such a dangerous battle in real life where everyone was wearing protective gear.
In Qi Ji's eyes, there were always various flaws on Yan Qing's body who was attacking wantonly, especially when he was attacking, the flaws were more obvious. After continuous blocking, Qi Ji raised his eyebrows, seized the gap after Yan Qing's attack, suddenly pushed away the opponent's weapon, stepped forward, raised his knife and made a heavy chop!
clang!
