blueteamnovel Chapter 64 Qingling Rapier is now loaded.
Chapter 64 Qingling Rapier is now loaded.
The fist came crashing down on him like a train, and Lu Zhao could even see the hair on the first knuckle.
Swish!
The fist grazed his temple, and he narrowly dodged it by sidestepping. But the danger was not over; a standard-issue training knife came flying up from below.
Lu Zhao had nowhere to dodge. Seeing the blunt blade about to strike his chin, he had no choice but to grab the blade and thrust his own knife into his opponent's chest.
"Aren't you cheating, you surnamed Lu!"
Fang Ziran angrily threw the knife down. "If you really reach for the knife on the battlefield, you'll lose your hand!"
"So, are you dead or not?" Lu Zhao asked.
"So, you've lost your hand?"
"So, are you dead or not?"
After exchanging insults for a while, Fang Ziran threw down the knife and said, "I'm not practicing anymore."
Many of these scions of distinguished families are spoiled and prone to throwing tantrums, including a girl who runs away crying after being scolded and a chubby boy named Xiao Fang who gives up when he can't win an argument.
"Shi Jian is still the best; he won't say a word even if he's beaten to death."
Lu Zhao had only practiced for two hours when he started to miss the super durable sandbag. It was a pity that Shi Jian's martial arts skills were too poor and wouldn't be of much help in learning the Three Thousand Martial Arts.
"Hey, little fatty, don't go!"
He chased after him, saying, "Now that we can get prosthetics, right? Losing an arm to save an enemy's life is a win-win situation."
"What's the point of making money?" Fang Ziran thought this was a fallacy. "My own life is the most valuable thing."
It turns out he was discussing a value issue.
Lu Zhao then decided not to dwell on it any longer: "Come on, there's still half an hour before dinner, let's practice a few more rounds."
No, you didn't use your full strength.
Finally, Fang Ziran, though she rejected the idea, stopped at the sidelines and said, "You're not as good as you were that day."
In his eyes, if Lu Zhao hadn't "cheated" by catching the knife with his bare hands, then he would have won just now.
However, his feeling was correct; Lu Zhao was indeed not as good as he was on the day of the martial arts test because he only activated Eagle Eye and Swift Thinking, not Hand-Eye Coordination.
He came to spar with a skilled opponent and try to understand the martial arts of the Three Thousand. If he used the special skill "substitute fighting," he would lose a lot of insight.
Lu Zhao walked around to face him, grinning, and said, "I do have a trump card up my sleeve. Well then, I'll compromise and we can talk about terms."
"Conditions? I like to negotiate. Tell me."
"You didn't take your Cleansing Elixir, did you?"
"No, it's stored with Sister Shen."
"Alright, before the actual battle, I'll use this state to test my martial arts skills with you. Whenever I win, you can give me your Cleansing Pill."
"What if you still don't beat me in the end?"
"Then you don't need to give me the Cleansing Pill."
Upon hearing this, Fang Ziran flew into a rage: "So you think there's absolutely no risk involved?!"
Lu Zhao grinned: "You're scared."
It's not a scope, it's a statement.
"Bullshit! Let's compete then." Fang Ziran fell for the trap.
Lu Zhao figured it out: this chubby kid had a strong sense of superiority and looked down on people from ordinary backgrounds. So he might fall for provocation, but if he was too direct and said, "If you don't fight me, you're a coward," it wouldn't work.
So he first proposed the Cleansing Pill as a wager to divert attention, pretending that he was doing it for profit, and then said that he wasn't going all out. This double provocation greatly increased his chances of success.
All I can say is that the chubby boy is a little cunning, but not much.
In this way, Lu Zhao will not only get a sparring partner, but also have the opportunity to obtain the Cleansing Pill.
Although it would be useless for him to take such a basic pill after he reached the Iron Body Realm, he could give it to Shi Jian. If Shi Jian had already broken through to the next realm by then, he could give it to Murong Can or Yang Guangming.
So, after practicing for another hour or so, Lu Zhao saw that his physical and mental strength had improved by 1%, and then he stopped and left.
"First, I'll beat the chubby guy without using hand-eye coordination, and then I'll go find Shen Xianke. Observing their techniques will also help me understand the Three Thousand Techniques."
"Huh, I seem to have completely forgotten to ask him his name. Oh well, let's just call him Little Fatty."
Lu Zhao returned to the lower part of the pavilion; evening was his time for physical training.
While martial arts skills must be mastered, physical strength and endurance cannot be neglected either. To break through to a higher realm, one must develop in all aspects.
During the 5km warm-up, he asked Shi Jian, "How far along are you?"
"About 80%."
"Hmm... I'll try to find a way to get you a Cleansing Pill these next few days."
Shi Jian stumbled, deeply shocked, and quickly sped up to catch up.
"real?"
"I was just saying I'd give it a try." Lu Zhao suddenly felt a little guilty. His main purpose in proposing the bet was to find Little Fatty to spar with, not that he was really confident he could beat Little Fatty face-to-face in terms of martial arts without using hand-eye coordination.
After all, although this is not 100% real combat, it is not the same kind of mechanical path as the last test. Even if Fang Ziran suppressed his strength when he made his move, the impact would still be significant.
Shi Jian stubbornly insisted, "I will repay you."
"As I said, I'm not entirely sure."
You can do it.
Shi Jian said firmly, "This is not moral blackmail, it's pure belief."
Lu Zhao said nothing more and continued to focus on body training.
For the next five days, the routine consisted of practicing Qi cultivation in the morning, martial arts in the afternoon, and body training in the evening.
Although he can now relax in the recreational facilities in the veterans' area, he has never been there, as he has almost always filled his time with activities.
"Drink it!"
Lu Zhao stretched and stood up from the unmanned training ground at the edge of the ship to check the progress.
[Iron Body Realm: 21%]
[Details of specific sub-sectors:]
Muscle and bone training level: 19%
Skin and flesh training: 20%
Qi cultivation level: 21%
Neurological proficiency: 20%
Meridian Training Level: 23%
After acquiring tangible energy, the cultivation level of the meridians always takes the lead.
One week after breaking through the realm, the total progress reached one-fifth, which is an astonishing speed. When the units are assigned, it is expected to reach at least 50%, which is twice as fast as the two or three percent progress proposed by Old Ji.
"I'm just one or three thousand comprehensions away from mastering them."
Lu Zhao was having a real crisis of life. He had been talking to Gongsun Ke these past few days and found that neither of them had made any real progress. Old Ji also said that he couldn't help them.
"The Sword Sect's ultimate techniques rely heavily on intuition; you can only rely on yourselves."
He just said something completely nonsensical.
After having lunch and resting for a while, he went to the training ground where the chubby boy and his friends were. He saw Shen Xianke carrying a sword as she arrived.
Take a look at the system logs.
[Qingling Rapier Lv3, loading progress 87%.]
"Let's finish copying it today."
He's been coming every day lately, and Shen Xianke keeps popping up tiny bits of progress every now and then, and the loading is almost finished.
Unsurprisingly, this will be one of the simplest techniques to replicate, the other being the Breath of the Dog.
He walked over to Shen Xianke, led her to a bench by the training field, and asked, "What are you most afraid of?"
After a moment's thought, the other person replied, "Cockroach."
"There's one right behind you."
Loading progress +5%
Loading progress +5%
Loading progress +5%
Loading complete.
"....."
It seems even simpler than Dog Breathing.
"Sorry, I was just kidding," Lu Zhao said.
Shen Xianke glared at him; this was her way of expressing anger.
Overall, although she often gives people a cool and aloof feeling, she actually has a good temper and doesn't get angry very often.
Lu Zhao said in Shi Jian's tone, "I'll find a chance to repay you after I get off the ship."
Shen Xianke nodded, showing no intention of being polite.
Lu Zhao then asked, "I heard you've already mastered special skills?"
"Yes, it's a family heirloom skill."
The so-called family-inherited special skills refer to the exclusive special skills derived from family-inherited martial arts.
The Shen family's ancestors left behind a special cultivation method and a unique Qingling movement technique. Her special skill, Qingling Rapier, was developed based on this. It can be said that half of it came from her talent and the other half from her family's foundation.
"Could you demonstrate for me?" Lu Zhao asked casually. He had already said he would repay the favor, although he hadn't yet figured out how to do so to a rich second-generation.
Shen Xianke hesitated for a moment, then agreed again; she was just that easy to talk to.
"Thank you for your help." Lu Zhao's attitude was still quite sincere.
Shen Xianke drew her sword, placed the scabbard on the bench, walked to the open space in front of her, and took a deep breath.
Then, suddenly, he floated up as lightly as a leaf blown by the wind.
This state is very similar to the movement technique I used in the first stage of the martial arts assessment that day.
Lu Zhao stared intently at the graceful figure swaying left and right at a not-so-fast pace in the "wind." Even though he had activated his Eagle Vision, he was shocked to find that his gaze couldn't quite keep up.
chap!
When Lu Zhao caught sight of her again, she was already more than ten steps away.
Wow!
Lu Zhao suddenly stood up, his mind replaying the image of the "fallen leaves" swaying back and forth.
"Qingling... movement technique..."
"I understand! I won't say thank you, but thank you so much!"
He ran out of the training field as he spoke.