Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 8 Rookie Game
Since signing the contract, Qi Ji has entered a fulfilling training life.
A week passes in a flash.
During this period, Zhang Zizai developed a complete training plan based on Qi Ji's situation, and urged Qi Ji to strictly implement the plan every day.
During the day, Qi Ji trained, worked out, and ate nutritious meals in the club. At night, he fought Sakura Rurouni for three hundred rounds in the Tower of Transcendence. With the help of a master's real sword training, his strength improved rapidly.
Facing Sakura Rurouni, he was able to steadily defend against the opponent's continuous attacks for dozens of moves. If he fought a counterattack, he could also be evenly matched with the opponent for more than ten rounds before being defeated.
In reality, Qi Ji's performance was even more astonishing. The one practicing with him in the club now was Coach Huang, the coach who was responsible for teaching Qi Ji basic courses at the beginning. His level was professional third dan, but according to Zhang Zizai, Coach Huang should be able to be rated as professional fourth dan this year.
Excluding Zhang Zizai, Coach Huang is already one of the most skilled people in a small city like Taiping City. If it weren't for Zhang Zizai, Coach would be the head coach of this club.
The exaggerated part is that during the many sparring sessions between the two sides, Qi Ji completed the transformation from the disadvantaged side to the strong side in just a few days - and this was without using the second thrust.
Coach Yang and Coach Liu, who had practiced against Qi Ji at the beginning, were both defeated by Qi Ji's sword on the third day. They have now become the tears of the times. On the one hand, they shouted "God Qi" in admiration, and on the other hand, they were so hit that they hid in the corner and hugged each other and cried.
After all, Qi Ji has to fight ten life-and-death battles with a fifth-level swordsman every night. The swordsmanship he has honed by walking between life and death is extremely fierce, and there are no unnecessary movements between the switches of moves. Even though the coaches who graduated from professional schools and only played formal competitions have relatively higher technical levels, they are no match for him in actual combat.
Not to mention using the special move of the second thrust. In fact, Qi Ji doesn't dare to use this move in sparring now. Even if he uses it, he has to spend a lot of effort to control his strength, because it is really easy to hurt people - even if they are wearing protective gear.
That afternoon, Qi Ji, who had just finished a day of intense training, was called aside by Zhang Zizai.
"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong? Is there some good news?" Qi Ji took off his shirt, wrung it dry, and wiped the sweat off his body with his clothes while teasing Zhang Zizai. After spending a few days together, the unfamiliarity between him and Zhang Zizai had long been eliminated by the other party's attitude towards his baby.
"I've signed you up for the league's rookie game." Zhang Zizai patted Qi Ji's arm. After a few days of strength training combined with a proper diet, this kid's muscles have grown and are now beginning to show edges and corners.
In the words of several coaches, this kid is as strong as a bear.
"Rookie Game? Sounds familiar." Qi Ji thought about it and seemed to have heard Coach Yang and Coach Liu mention this term in the past two days.
"It's called the 'Great Xia Weaponry Professional League Rookie Grand Prix'. It's held every year before the professional league. It's a show event that major clubs use to showcase their talented new players." Zhang Zizai's old face wrinkled with smile.
"Speaking of talented newcomers, if you, Qi Ji, are second, who dares to claim first place?"
No wonder he was so happy. He had given up the idea of signing up Qi Ji for this year's rookie competition because he saw that there was not enough time. Unexpectedly, Qi Ji's talent was far beyond his imagination. After learning soldier fighting for less than ten days , he could fight with professional four-dan players and even had the upper hand. No matter which coach came, they would feel grateful.
This kid is simply a natural swordsman... no, a natural knifeman!
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Qi Ji was fearless. Anyway, he and Zhang Zizai now formed a community of interests, so it would be right to listen to Zhang.
"Because the schedule is arranged for you at the last minute, the time is very tight. The competition will start in seven days, and you have to prepare in advance. We have to go to the venue three days later for a second confirmation." Zhang Zizai said.
Then, he reminded: "Take it easy when you practice these few days, don't get hurt."
Qi Ji replied with an OK gesture. Anyway, most of his duels took place in "dreams". At worst, he would not play against the club's coaches in the next few days.
"I almost forgot about this!" Zhang Zizai suddenly patted his head, took out his phone and sent a compressed file to Qi Ji using a messaging app: "Remember to take a look when you get home. This is top-secret information I asked a friend at headquarters to get. It contains information about the talents that clubs across the country are planning to release this year."
Qi Ji was happy: "Not bad, Lao Zhang, you are worthy of being the top coach of the 'original' headquarters, your style is wild!"
Zhang Zizai patted Qi Ji on the shoulder and said, "Please remove the word 'original'. I've got you, my dear. After the rookie competition, I can go back to the headquarters. I'll take you to show those arrogant little guys what a true genius is."
"Old Zhang, let's discuss something. Can you please stop calling me genius? It sounds like something from a fantasy novel. It's embarrassing." Qi Ji was a little embarrassed. "Besides, I'm already 25 years old. How can I be associated with the word genius at this age?"
“Haha.” Zhang Zida laughed, “You’re obsessed. In our circle , talent is not determined by age.”
As he spoke, Zhang Zizai pointed at himself and said, "You coach me, Zhang Zizai, Zhang Qidan, I am 45 years old this year. Guess when I started practicing sword?"
"When?" Qi Ji was a little curious: "I guess eighteen."
"Thirty years old! The age of thirty." Zhang Zizai chuckled: "Back then, the work intensity was very high, and I was afraid that my body would collapse, so I chose the sport of fighting as a daily exercise. Guess what happened?"
Qi Ji smiled and cooperated with Zhang Zizai: "What's the matter?"
"To use the words of you young people, I didn't expect that I had an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship. I entered the martial arts world at the age of 30, reached the professional threshold at the age of 32, and achieved the seventh-degree professional at the age of 40, and was promoted to the top 100 in the Great Xia Weaponry Circle."
Zhang Zizai pointed at himself again: "Boy, tell me, am I a genius?"
Qi Ji couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Uncle Zhang, you are this!"
Zhang Zizai patted Qi Ji's shoulder again: "So, don't underestimate yourself. Even a tough guy like me thinks that you are much more talented than me. If you are not a genius, who is?"
Qi Ji nodded, his smile slightly restrained, thinking silently that Lao Zhang is indeed a genius.
And he, mainly because of cheating.
He has a degree of transcendence granted by a cheat, so his physical fitness can surpass that of ordinary people.
Only with the special tricks given by the cheats can he perform amazing and magical thrusts.
Also because of the cheat, he doesn't have to worry about injury and death. He can fight to the death with a professional fifth-dan master every night to improve his skills.
Qi Ji pursed his lips. Although he said so, sometimes he couldn't help but feel that - he should be considered talented.
