Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 4: The Sword of No Light
"Mr. Qi, how do you feel today?" Coach Zhang happened to be strolling at the entrance of the club. Seeing Qi Ji who was about to leave after completing the course, he greeted him with a smile.
He was quite impressed by the student who had spent the whole day training on double kill techniques yesterday.
Qi Ji smiled back: "It feels good. I learned some basic knowledge and postures. Military combat is indeed quite interesting."
"The desire for force is engraved in a man's blood." Coach Zhang nodded, and couldn't help but want to preach a few more words: "But your concept is still a bit problematic. Double kills are not advisable in martial arts sports. Deliberately creating double kills is a behavior that is hated by peers and spectators. If you have the opportunity to play in competitions in the future, I suggest you use it less."
"Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you Coach Zhang for the reminder." Qi Ji agreed.
In fact, he was already thinking about how to flexibly use the strategy of mutual destruction if he still encountered a strong enemy that he could not defeat in the Tower of Transcendence.
After all, if you can win, who would want to die together?
Coach Zhang nodded with satisfaction: "I carefully observed your sparring with Xiao Yang yesterday. Although you lack basic skills, your height and build are suitable, and your mentality in actual combat is very good. You are a good candidate for military fighting, and you may be suitable for our business."
Qi Ji thought about the fact that he would most likely have to enter the Tower of Transcendence tonight, so after a moment of consideration, he asked Coach Zhang, "Coach Zhang, I feel like today's practice has improved me a lot. Can I find another coach to practice with me to consolidate my skills?"
Coach Zhang was happy: "Why not do business if there is business? However, your basic skills are still poor. If you don't have any special requirements, I suggest you choose a junior coach to be your sparring partner. The price is much cheaper, only two hundred per hour."
Qi Ji nodded and chose to pay.
Fifteen minutes later, Qi Ji, wearing protective gear, and a coach named Liu faced off on the field. This time, both sides were no longer holding real swords, but practice swords made of black nylon.
Coach Liu on the opposite side is a professional coach and a good friend of Coach Yang from yesterday. He had heard Coach Yang complain to him last night about the strange deeds of the student in front of him.
A real sword duel is the first step. I have no basic skills, good talent, a good mentality, average strength but great courage...
I also like double kills!
In this regard, Coach Liu, who majored in Western two-handed sword, said that he had no pressure at all. Their Meyer swordsmanship combines offense and defense, and is the type of swordsmanship that is least afraid of double kills. Let him give the opposing rookie a shock with his two-handed sword!
I can give you the shock that Lao Yang can't give you. Rounding it off, I am at the first level, which means I am stronger than Lao Yang at the second level.
Coach Liu knows how to make comparisons.
"Coach Liu, please give me some advice!" Qi Ji leaned forward slightly, stepped forward with his left foot, raised the knife to the outside of his front knee, and stood in place in the twisted stance. Seeing that Coach Liu seemed to be still in a trance, he couldn't help but open his mouth to remind him.
Coach Liu nodded, and took a sideways horse stance, holding the sword horizontally with both hands at the side of his face.
This is one of the Western Meyer swordsmanship postures - the Bull Style, a posture that can easily switch between offensive and defensive postures.
It is also quite handsome, suitable for experts to show off when beating up novices.
"You attack first." Coach Liu invited calmly.
Qi Ji nodded, then maintained his stance and slowly moved towards Coach Liu, with the tip of his weapon pointed at his opponent's throat.
"It's not my illusion, this weapon is much lighter than yesterday." During the march, Qi Ji confirmed his feelings again. The coach said that the weight of the practice sword is not much different from the real knife. Since he did feel that it had become lighter, it means that his strength is much greater than yesterday.
While thinking, Qi Ji moved to the range where he could shoot. Seeing that the coach on the opposite side seemed a little careless, he couldn't help but pursed his lips.
However, as he is a rookie, it is normal for him to be looked down upon.
Then try "that trick"!
All the memories in his body were mobilized, and Qi Ji transformed into a sword technique posture that was a hundred times more proficient than the basic posture he had just learned today. His posture was gradually adjusted to a posture similar to the "Ping Qingyan" of Sakura Kendo.
Coach Liu saw this and shook his head slightly. He was indeed a rookie. His basic stance had already been deformed before he even started attacking.
Before Coach Liu could open his mouth to correct him, Qi Ji took a step forward, and the black practice sword in his hand suddenly thrust out in an instant, as if turning into a black light flying !
The piercing sound of breaking through the air was like an alarm.
Danger!
Coach Liu's hair stood on end, and a sharp alarm bell seemed to ring in his relaxed mind. In a hurry, his instinct from years of sword training was faster than his thoughts, and he swung the two-handed sword in front of him in an awkward posture , intending to deflect Qi Ji's swift thrust.
The imagined weapon collision did not occur!
From Coach Liu's perspective, the black light transformed from Qi Ji's weapon suddenly disappeared when it was about to be blocked.
The next moment, a powerful force hit Coach Liu's chest armor!
"Bang" accompanied by a dull sound, Coach Liu was "pushed" away half a meter by Qi Ji's thrust and fell to the ground in front of the stunned onlookers.
Seeing Coach Liu being stabbed and falling to the ground, Qi Ji quickly retracted his weapon and trotted over to help him up. Before he could do anything, he saw Coach Liu stand up from the ground with a somersault.
"What the hell!" Covering his chest, which was still aching even though it was protected by a breastplate, Coach Liu, who was still frightened, immediately expressed his shock: "What the hell is this move?"
"This thrust!" Coach Yang who was watching nearby also stood up suddenly. He was clearly a weak rookie yesterday, but how come he could use such a magical thrust today and even send people flying!
Moreover, this super-fast continuous thrust inevitably reminds people of a well-known lost secret technique from an ancient school of Sakura Kendo...
The lost secret of the Tennen Rishin-ryu—three-stage thrust!
Although Qi Ji seemed to have only stabbed out two swords this time, he had never seen what a real three-stage stab looked like.
However, in all the restoration videos of the ancient swordsmanship of the Sakura Country that Coach Yang had seen in the past, none of them could be as close to the legendary skill as Qi Ji's thrust.
Could this kid be the reincarnation of Chongtian Zongsi?
On this side, Coach Liu took off his hood and asked angrily, "Mr. Qi, are you really a novice?"
Is this the rookie with no skills and no strength that Lao Yang mentioned?
I don't believe you!
Qi Ji also took off his mask, his eyes were sincere: "Master Liu, I just started learning combat today."
"Nonsense! Head Coach Zhang, based on that lunge just now, I suspect this Mr. Qi is playing the pig to eat the tiger." Coach Liu refused to believe it and began to complain to Head Coach Zhang who was approaching.
Coach Zhang hadn't been paying attention just now. He walked over quickly when he heard Coach Liu's yelling. He immediately looked at Coach Yang who was watching the whole process and asked him what was going on.
Coach Yang gathered his thoughts and answered briefly, "Liu Xing was sparring with Mr. Qi, and then Mr. Qi used a two-stage thrust to push Liu Xing... and send him flying."
"Ah?" Coach Zhang looked as if he was listening to a fantasy story.
