Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 23 Flow
There was a loud sound of weapons colliding.
Yan Qing barely used his sword to block Qi Ji's attack, and could not help but stagger back a few steps, saying involuntarily: "Brother Qi, you are so strong!"
But he rushed forward again immediately, seemingly without any setbacks: "You can't beat me just because you are strong!"
"He doesn't seem to realize the gap between us."
Qi Ji's mind flashed, and he decided to increase the pressure on the young man opposite. He further released his strength and speed, waved the long sword in his hand, and turned from defense to offense!
In the eyes of others, Qi Ji's sword-drawing speed seemed to have doubled in an instant!
Du Xishan looked at Qi Ji's actions with a look of shock, and grabbed Zhang Zizai beside him and asked, "Where did you get this monster?"
Zhang Zizai's current mood can be summed up in two words - clear!
In the past half month, he was shocked by Qi Ji's exaggerated progress, but now his mentality has completely turned into a mentality of showing off.
I was the one who found this monster. Isn't that awesome?
In the field, Yan Qing was struggling to hold on under Qi Ji's sudden full-strength attack intensity. His previously graceful and elegant figure and footwork had now completely disappeared. He could only fight and retreat, trying his best to block Qi Ji's attacks that seemed to be slashing from all directions.
“He’s so tenacious.”
Qi Ji couldn't defeat the enemy after a long time of attacking. Although he wasn't annoyed, he couldn't help but sigh. The young man opposite him was not as fast or strong as him. He was obviously like a small boat in a storm, about to capsize at the next moment, but he was able to hold on steadily and even gradually accumulated strength to fight back.
Qi Ji could even see Yan Qing's eyes becoming brighter and brighter under the mask.
Yan Qing, on the other hand, entered a special state under Qi Ji's seemingly endless continuous slashing. His mind was highly concentrated, and Qi Ji's sword path towards him seemed to turn into rays of light, and every time he approached him, he was firmly blocked. His blocking became more and more stable, and his steps began to become methodical, and his posture that was about to collapse gradually recovered.
"Flow?" Outside the field, seeing Yan Qing's state, it was Zhang Zizai's turn to be surprised.
"That's right." Du Xishan stroked his chin, watching the situation gradually stabilize, with a faint smile on his lips: "Yan Qing is a true genius. He has already shown this trait when he first came into contact with military attack - under the pressure of a strong enemy, he can quickly grow and become stronger, and often fight back against the strong with the weak."
Zhang Zizai watched the two people fighting in silence, and for the first time he felt unsure.
The flow state is essentially a state of extreme concentration. Some people may have had the impression that when they are doing papers, playing basketball, or even playing games, they are concentrated to a certain extent, and combined with a certain amount of pressure, they will enter a wonderful state. In this state, people's attention is highly concentrated, and the degree of control over the body is greatly improved. In an exaggerated way, they may even feel that time has slowed down.
In military hitting, players who have such talent and can enter the flow state in actual combat are all amazingly talented. Exciting matches where the weak defeat the strong often occur among these players.
Qi Ji keenly noticed this situation. During the high-speed battle, he looked at Yan Qing whose eyes were becoming increasingly sharp, as if he saw himself officially defeating Sakura Rurouni for the first time.
The next moment, Yan Qing, who continued to block Qi Ji's attacks and gradually adjusted his posture, shouted softly, held the sword with both hands, and swept across with force to block Qi Ji's attack.
Then he rushed forward quickly, and instantly adjusted the sword that was used to block Qi Ji's attack into a stabbing posture, and in an instant he sent the tip of the sword to Qi Ji's throat!
This was a counterattack he had planned for a long time, intended to win with one strike!
Du Xishan and Zhang Zizai outside the field clenched their fists at the same time, and were suddenly shocked the next moment!
However, facing this almost unavoidable swift attack, Qi Ji, who had been holding his ground until now, suddenly took a step forward!
He took a step to the left, swung his sword diagonally to the right, and gently pushed away the tip of the sword that was almost touching his throat.
Then he cut forward with his right foot, turned the blade of the long sword, and swung it along the movement of his body, instantly cutting Yan Qing's breastplate.
Taking a step, drawing the weapon, and striking the vital points, all the actions were completed almost synchronously in a flash!
Bang!
Qi Ji and Yan Qing passed each other, and the sound of weapons hitting protective gear was heard.
Except for the two 7th dan level coaches, the audience didn't even react to what was happening.
Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his weapon in frustration.
“I lost.”
The whole audience was in an uproar!
Sparse discussions gradually arose and then turned into a buzzing discussion.
Zangfeng's new talent lost to another young man who just joined Zangfeng.
Du Xishan grabbed Zhang Zizai and said, "What kind of monster did you find? I found many opponents of the same level for Yan Qing. Qi Ji was the first one to defeat Yan Qing in the flow state."
Zhang Zizai’s old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.
Yan Qing seemed to have quickly adjusted his mentality after the defeat. He turned around and took off his mask, revealing his sweaty face. He asked curiously, "Brother Qi, that move just now was very similar to the 'Face-turning' technique from Sakura Kendo. You used it so skillfully."
Qi Ji smiled slightly. How could he not be skilled at it? He had been ripped open by Sakura Rurouni using this trick at least ten times.
I learned it at the cost of my life.
He patted Yan Qing on the shoulder and said, "Yan Qing, don't be discouraged. You are indeed a genius. I fought with Li Kuang of the Tiger Guards yesterday, and he was not as good as you."
Yan Qing pushed Qi Ji's hand away and rolled his eyes: "Brother Qi, don't act like an old man. I'm not someone who can't stand losing. I don't need your comfort. I'm still young. You should pay attention. Maybe one day I'll surpass you!"
Qi Ji chuckled and took the opportunity to touch Yan Qing's head again: "You, you still need to eat more and exercise more, grow taller and stronger, otherwise you have no hope of defeating me. Look at your small arms and legs, you won't be able to withstand any of my attacks."
Yan Qing's handsome face flushed red when he heard this, but he couldn't refute it. He knew in his heart how exaggerated the power contained in Qi Ji's attack was.
Under the warning of two seventh-dan special coaches Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan, the spectators did not spread the news of the fight between Qi Ji and Yan Qing. Of course, seeing that the rookie competition was about to begin, news about the seeded players from various clubs was flying all over the place. Even if someone really spread the word that a super rookie had arrived at the Cangfeng Club and defeated the legendary Yan Qing, not many people would believe it.
But within the Zangfeng Club, the news that a super newcomer who could defeat Yan Qing had already spread like wildfire.
On this side, the parties involved were not affected by the gradually spreading rumors. After finishing the competition, Qi Ji and Yan Qing were forcibly dragged to the cafeteria by the two coaches.
