Wang Ruyue retreated two steps swiftly, her face flushed and her breath quickened, looking at Chen Shouyi across from her, whose face was pale and appeared shocked, but in reality had barely taken a few deep breaths.
She honestly wanted to curse, but was unsure if she should?
With such strength, he still seeks tutoring? Does he think the Martial Artist Apprentice assessment is the same as the Martial Artist assessment?
If she hadn't watched him grow rapidly right under her nose, she would suspect he was a peer trying to disrupt her class!
"Bring me my real sword?" she said coldly.
Chen Shouyi was shocked: "Teacher Wang, this could really be deadly!"
Wang Ruyue glanced at him, sneering: "What are you thinking? I only have two wooden swords and one real sword, and now the wooden sword is useless. If I don't use the real sword for teaching, what should I use?"
Chen Shouyi chuckled awkwardly, realizing he had overreacted.
But given her hostile expression, anyone would misunderstand!
Soon, Chen Shouyi fetched the alloy sword from the weapon rack and handed it over.
The beautiful teacher did not say much, and directly began teaching: "It's better to master one than to be mediocre in many. Your thrust technique is already quite effective in real combat, both defense and offense are being applied flexibly. I suggest you focus on mastering the thrust technique.
You should have heard this saying: In the world of martial arts, nothing is unbreakable but speed! As the fastest sword form, thrusting is one of the main schools of swordsmanship. Now, let me teach you the remaining thrust moves: knee lift thrust, back turn lower thrust, and hook sword thrust!
As for the other sword forms, you just need to grasp them superficially. I'll teach them in the next two classes."
...
Although the beautiful teacher seemed unfriendly, she taught with seriousness, patience, and meticulous care.
...
10 PM.
By the time Chen Shouyi returned to the hotel from the beautiful teacher's home, it was already 10 PM, and the express delivery ordered last night had arrived.
He retrieved it from the front desk and returned to his room.
Without bothering to unpack, he immediately opened the briefcase and released the Shell Lady.
Once the tape was peeled off, the Shell Lady shouted angrily.
Today she had been lying in the pitch-black briefcase for a whole day, waking and sleeping alternately, her resentment nearly breaking through the sky.
Fortunately, no matter how great the resentment, it could not resist a glass bead.
If one bead wasn't enough, then two.
After feeding the Shell Lady honey, Chen Shouyi turned on the TV, and she soon forgot her previous grievances.
...
After settling the Shell Lady, Chen Shouyi then opened the parcel.
He first removed a long, narrow paper box, quickly discarding the outer cardboard.
Inside the sword case was a sheathed sword; the scabbard was made of some hardwood, adorned with patterns, appearing ancient and imposing.
He gripped the sword hilt and slowly drew the sword.
Suddenly, a gray-white alloy long sword was revealed before his eyes.
Although this sword was second-hand, apart from some sesame-sized serrated notches on the blade making it slightly flawed, the rest looked as good as new, clearly well-maintained.
He liked this sword at first sight.
The blade was about 90cm long, with the hilt around 1.1 meters, weighing roughly 10.1 kilograms, much heavier than the practice wooden sword.
The sword body wasn't as thin as a decorative sword, appearing rather substantial and solid. Additionally, a blood groove ran along the middle of the blade, and Chen Shouyi faintly sensed a hint of bloody aura.
This was truly a killing sword.
He casually thrust a few times in the air, finding it surprisingly handy despite its weight.
The seller also included a bottle of maintenance oil and a silk cleaning cloth.
He fondly caressed the sword body for a while, picked up the cloth, gently wiped off the possible sweat stains, then sheathed the sword again and put it in the case.
Next, he opened another package. Inside were components for a recurve bow, along with a quiver and 20 metal arrows with trihedral tips. Chen Shouyi imagined the fearsome damage these arrowheads could cause once fired.
The recurve bow was detachable and required self-assembly.
Fortunately, with the manual for guidance, he quickly assembled it.
The entire bow was about 1.7 meters long, resembling a pair of spreading wings; the bow limbs were made from multiple sets of high elasticity composite materials, and the grip was anti-slip matte-treated metal.
Testing it with force, he managed to pull it only halfway.
He realized he had been careless, as 500 pounds was already Martial Artist Level for a heavy bow, nearly doubling the Apprentice Level of 300 pounds, almost reaching his strength limit, incomparable to today's practice with the heavy bow.
His face turned serious, inhaled deeply, muscles tensed, using nearly nine-tenths of his strength, finally managing to fully draw the heavy bow.
After a moment, he slowly released the bowstring.
"Good bow, truly a good bow!"
Looking at this lethal weapon, Chen Shouyi felt exhilarated, thinking if he had this war bow yesterday, there would have been no need for close combat with those two barbarians, risking a fight with a wooden stick.
...
Before sleeping that night, he entered the Memory Space again to practice the sword techniques learned today.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, he first went to a trinket shop and bought various odds and ends, then carrying two packages as cover, he returned to the alternate world.
Upon releasing the Shell Lady,
Chen Shouyi went straight to the island's peak, surveying the surrounding sea from above, confirming no barbarians were present, and even the canoe he had pushed out to sea was nowhere in sight.
He breathed a sigh of relief; this was good news.
It indicated the island was quite remote, with barbarians rarely active in this sea area.
Although he was already prepared, avoiding conflict was always best.
After all, not every barbarian was as "weak" as yesterday's encounter. In this world where the extraordinary manifests and deities dwell, the disparity in strength between individuals is as vast as if they belong to different races.
Chen Shouyi returned to his former spot, unpacked the two parcels, and assembled the war bow.
He then carried two weapons, along with the ordinary training wooden stick, to the largest tree on the island.
...
This tree, though the largest, was only four to five meters high.
The trunk twisted, the bark appeared dry and dark, with sparse leaves, resembling a malnourished malformed creature.
But for Chen Shouyi's upcoming plan, the tree was tall enough.
He took out fifteen bouncy balls bought from the trinket shop earlier, drilled holes with a small screwdriver, then tied them with fine nylon strings.
Next, he climbed the tree, estimated the distance of the bouncy balls from the ground, and secured the other ends to the branches.
...
A half-hour later, all the bouncy balls were tied to the branches, swaying like pendulums below.
He clapped his hands, feeling a sense of accomplishment looking at his work.
"It's finally done."
Standing amid the bouncy balls, he picked up the wooden stick from the ground, took a deep breath, and quickly struck one of the balls.
The next moment, the ball was propelled by a powerful force, swinging into the air. Taking advantage of this interval, he immediately struck another ball.
Then swiftly struck the third ball.
This drill was the most common small ball thrust exercise at the Martial Arts Academy, suggested by the beautiful teacher last night, training thrusting accuracy while enhancing physical and mental reaction abilities, as well as tracking dynamic objects.
The more balls struck, the exponentially harder it became.
As he struck the fourth ball, the foremost one quickly swung back towards him.
He timely responded, quickly turning, and aimed for the first ball again.
Unexpectedly, he missed!
Each bouncy ball was only as large as a longan, and adding to the threefold gravity, their speed was exceedingly high, making it challenging to thrust accurately with a sword.
"I didn't expect to still lack so much!"
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