Volume 3 Obsidian Chapter 158: Stray Bullets from History

Followed Siebert into the training room.

Chen Lun felt his eyes brighten.

As Siebert said, this is the only open-air training room in the club, and it is quite spacious. Looking up, thick glass replaces the ceiling, and it is set quite high.

The sunlight shines down from the sky and passes through the glass, making the entire training room extremely bright.

At this time, there were seven or eight people in the training room, each doing their own training. Among them were a few teachers of fighting courses, who were whispering instructions at the side.

"Mr. Wood, this is Mr. Jack who has just joined the club. He is also interested in fencing."

Siebert said to a middle-aged man with short hair.

Woo——!

The short-haired man swung the two-handed sword in his hand, making a whirring sound. After slashing a few times, he stopped, holding up the heavy sword with his outer elbow.

clang!

Wood simply grabbed the blade with his hands, held it upright, and leaned it against himself . Because he was wearing leather gloves, this unsharpened two-handed sword could not hurt his fingers.

"welcome."

He said it indifferently.

"Hey, Mr. Jack, if you want to learn swordsmanship, I recommend Mr. Wood to you... He graduated from the Trisur Royal Academy, studied swordsmanship, and once won the Amber City Swordsmanship Gold Award."

Sibert introduced Chen Lun.

"That's really amazing."

Chen Lun smiled.

"How about I compete with Mr. Wood first, and Mr. Jack, you just watch from the sidelines?"

Siebert suggested.

Chen Lun nodded.

"I look forward to your performance, Mr. Siebert."

"good!"

Sibert drank some wine, his cheeks flushed, and he looked a little excited.

He held up his sword, put on his helmet and protective gear, and said to his swordsmanship teacher Wood:

"Teacher Wood, let's get started."

"Be careful, Mr. Siebert."

Wood was a skilled and courageous man, and did not take any protective measures.

With a kick of his toes, the two-handed sword rose from the ground with a bang, and he held it with his arm, pointing it at Sibert like a spear.

Woo woo!

Sibert stepped forward and thrust out with the sword in his hand.

But the next second, it was blocked by Wood's two-handed sword, and then it deflected, with a clang and sparks flying.

Wood simply grabbed the blade of the two-handed sword with his hand, turned it over and hit Sibert with the hilt, like a war hammer.

This caught Sibert by surprise. In panic, he didn't know what to do. In the end, he just raised his sword with both hands to block.

Bang!

Sibert's hands went numb and he could hardly hold the sword.

Wood took a step forward, then rushed within one meter of Sibert, holding the two-handed sword and placing it on his shoulder.

"Huh...Ahaha, I lose."

Sibert admitted defeat frankly and smiled bitterly.

"It seems that the gap between me and Mr. Wood is still that big. I lost before I could even use the moves I just learned."

"Mr. Siebert's physical fitness is not as good as mine, and his skills are still very rusty. It is normal for you to lose... You still need to keep working hard."

Wood slowly retracted his two-handed sword and said.

Chen Lun nodded secretly. This Wood was very skilled and indeed had sufficient attainments in swordsmanship.

In fact, this two-handed sword is a battlefield weapon used for charging and breaking through, and is not suitable for single combat in this kind of venue. So from this aspect, it can be seen that Wood is indeed very strong.

Unfortunately, he is just a mortal.

No matter how good your swordsmanship is, facing an extraordinary person, there is not much difference from facing other people.

"Mr. Jack, do you want to play too?"

Sibert took off his protective helmet and handed over his sword with a smile.

He thought for a moment and then said :

"If you think Mr. Wood is too strong, you can play a game with me. There are weapons of various types on the shelf over there. You can choose whatever you like."

Chen Lun shook his head.

"No, Mr. Siebert, I don't really like this kind of fighting."

"It's just a casual sparring. There are protective gear here, so it won't hurt you... And you came to the club, didn't you want to experience a 'fight' yourself?"

Siebert looked puzzled.

"Sir, you can rest assured that no one will get hurt as I am here."

Wood added on the sidelines, his tone steady and reassuring.

Chen Lun shook his head again and declined with a smile.

"No, I just came to visit."

"Okay, Mr. Jack... but that's a shame."

Sibert shrugged, put away the sword, and looked regretful.

Wood on the side was slightly startled, then shook his head.

He felt that the black-haired young man was overly cautious, even timid, and that was why he was unwilling to fight in person. He couldn't help but look down on him.

How can a man be so cowardly?

BANG!!

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard by everyone.

They all turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man with long yellow-brown hair, holding a musket in his hand and aiming it at a target in front of him.

Smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun.

“Hahahaha…! It feels so good!”

The long-haired man slowly loaded the rifle in his hand and laughed loudly.

Standing next to him was a thin man who looked like a teacher like Wood.

"It's already the 4418th year of the solar calendar. It's the age of firearms. What's the point of training in fighting and swordsmanship?!"

The long-haired man said loudly.

"These are all old techniques that should be eliminated. They are backward combat skills. The new era should be ruled by muskets!"

Wood frowned and walked towards him with a two-handed sword in hand.

"Hey! Are you trying to cause trouble on purpose?! Sir?"

He shouted in a deep voice.

A figure stood in front of him. It was the thin man.

"Wood, this is my student and my guest...what do you want to do?"

The thin man said.

Wood asked with a cold face:

"Student? Marlowe, your course is teaching people how to shoot? How come I didn't know that... Are you sure you work at the 'Foil Fighting Club'?"

"Oh, I'm just teaching Mr. Ford how to fight and dodge. There's no rule in the club that prohibits shooting here..."

The thin man named Marlowe shrugged.

"Hey, I know him, Ford... He's the manager of the new 'Fire Shooting Club' that opened up on the next block!"

Sibert looked at the long-haired man and felt that he looked familiar. Suddenly he thought of something and spoke.

After hearing his words, everyone looked at Ford differently.

"You seem to be looking for trouble, Mr. Ford?"

Wood said coldly.

"Oh, don't get me wrong... I'm just stating a fact."

Ford brushed his long yellow-brown hair and patted the rifle in his hand.

"How about we have a duel? Let's see who is the ultimate winner...?"

I happen to be here too, so I recommend the 'Firepower Shooting Club' to everyone! There are various types of muskets, and there are veterans who have been on the battlefield as instructors!"

"asshole!"

Wood cursed.

This behavior of stealing business in public was extremely annoying. He couldn't help it and put a hand on the shoulder of Marlowe, who was also the course teacher.

"Marlowe, Mr. Charles helped you and me when we were down and out. Is this how you repay him?"

Wood questioned in a low voice.

Marlowe's face changed slightly, but soon turned cold again.

"No one would complain about making too much money, Wood...you wouldn't understand."

“You bastard…”

Wood stared at him.

"Okay! I accept your invitation to fight!"

He suddenly turned around and shouted to the long-haired man Ford.

Ford sneered, turned the rifle in his hand twice and pointed it at Wood.

"I admire your courage! But I don't want to go to jail for murder..."

He pulled out a piece of paper.

"I have already signed this waiver agreement. If you have the guts, sign it too."

Wood narrowed his eyes.

The other party had obviously planned this in advance, deliberately provoking, and then using others as a scapegoat to build a reputation for the shooting club.

But Wood chose not to give in.

That was his character. He would not back down at the critical moment. If it weren't for his character, he would not have been kicked out of the army and ended up on the streets.

Wood strode forward, took the agreement expressionlessly, and signed his name on it in no time.

"Okay! In that case, let's get started!"

Ford folded the agreement, put it in his arms, and said loudly.

The two men stood seven or eight meters apart, which was in accordance with the rules of the fighting arena. If they were to increase the distance, it would be an irreparable disadvantage for Wood.

Everyone focused their attention on the two people, and they seemed to be filled with inexplicable excitement because they were about to see blood.

A few people went out at some point and spread the news, and more and more people flocked here and squeezed into the open-air training room.

Chen Lun stood beside Siebert, watching from outside the circle.

"You can say he's a fool, or you can say he's a hero..."

This is his evaluation of Wood.

Wood had already replaced the two-handed sword in his hand with a long sword, ready to go all out.

A chaotic mist flashed in Chen Lun's eyes.

After [divination], combined with his own predictions and inferences, he has roughly seen the outcome of the battle - the man named Ford will be beheaded with a sword, but in the end Wood will also die of lead poisoning.

Snap!

The battle has begun!

Everyone exclaimed, and Wood rushed forward first. He was very fast, like a nimble cheetah. During this process, he held the sword in both hands and raised it high in front of his eyes.

BANG!!

A gunshot!

Right at this moment.

Wood seemed to feel that his mind had finally come to light, and everything seemed to be destined. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed forward.

Clang——!!

With a crisp sound and sparks flying, the incoming lead bullet was cut in half by his sword.

The stray bullet made a sound of breaking through the air and shot straight towards Chen Lun's eyebrows!

"No, this is not what I predicted...!"

An idea popped into Chen Lun's mind.

whoosh!

Chen Lun raised his silver cane and waved it gently.

Bang!

The cane drew a semicircle, accurately knocking half of the lead bullet away, and then put it down as if nothing had happened.

Everything happened in a flash.

No one noticed anything unusual except Sibert who was standing next to him.

"Mr. Jack?!"