Stab Small Balls

Wang Ruyue retreated two steps, her face flushed red, panting heavily. She looked at Chen Shouyi, who appeared shaken but hadn't even taken a deep breath.

She really wanted to swear.

With this kind of strength, he's here for tutoring? Does he think the Martial Apprentice assessment is the same as the Martial Artist assessment?

If she hadn't seen him improve so rapidly right before her eyes, she would have suspected he was here to cause trouble.

"Bring me my real sword?" she said, her expression cool.

Chen Shouyi was startled. "Teacher Wang, that could actually kill someone!"

Wang Ruyue glanced at him and sneered. "What are you thinking? I only have two wooden swords and one real sword. My wooden swords are ruined now. What else can I use to teach you if not my real sword?"

Chen Shouyi chuckled dryly, realizing he had overreacted.

But with her unapproachable demeanor, anyone would misunderstand!

Soon, Chen Shouyi retrieved the Alloy Sword from the weapon rack and handed it over.

Without further ado, the beautiful teacher began the lesson. "Don't try to learn too much at once; swordsmanship requires focus. You should concentrate on practicing the Sting Sword style for now. Just get a general understanding of the other sword forms.

As the saying goes, 'All martial arts under heaven are invincible if fast enough!' The Sting Sword, being the fastest sword style, is one of the main schools of swordsmanship. I will now teach you the remaining Sting Sword forms: Knee-lifting Straight Stab, Turning Downward Stab, and Hanging Sword Straight Stab!"

Ten o'clock at night.

When Chen Shouyi returned to his hotel room from the beautiful teacher's house, he found that his package had arrived.

He picked it up from the front desk and walked back to his room.

Without bothering to open the package, he immediately unzipped his briefcase and let out the Shell Girl.

As the tape was torn off, the Shell Girl yelled furiously.

She had been lying in the dark briefcase for a whole day, sleeping and waking, waking and sleeping. Her resentment had practically reached the heavens.

Fortunately, no amount of resentment couldn't be solved by a glass marble.

If one wasn't enough, then two would do.

After feeding the Shell Girl some honey, Chen Shouyi turned on the television. The Shell Girl had already forgotten all her previous anger.

Once he had settled the Shell Girl, Chen Shouyi finally opened his package.

He first unwrapped a long, narrow cardboard box and quickly removed the outer cardboard.

Upon opening the sword case, he found a sheathed sword. The scabbard was made of some kind of hardwood, decorated with patterns, giving it an ancient and grand appearance.

He gripped the hilt and slowly drew the sword.

Instantly, a gray-white Alloy Sword appeared before his eyes.

Although this sword was second-hand, apart from a few sesame-seed-sized nicks on the blade that looked like small serrations, it was otherwise as good as new, clearly well-maintained.

He fell in love with the sword at first sight.

The blade was about 90cm long, and with the hilt, it was about 1.1 meters. It weighed approximately 1.01 kilograms, much heavier than the wooden sword he used for practice.

The blade wasn't as thin as ordinary decorative swords; it looked quite thick and sturdy. Additionally, there was a blood groove down the center of the blade, and Chen Shouyi could faintly smell a hint of blood.

This was a true killing sword.

He casually swung the sword through the air a few times. Although it felt a bit heavy, he was surprisingly pleased to find it quite well-balanced.

The seller had also included a bottle of maintenance oil and a silk cloth.

He lovingly ran his hand over the blade for a while, picked up the cloth, and gently wiped off any possible sweat stains before re-sheathing it and placing it back in the sword case.

Next, he opened another package.

A recurve bow was a disassembled bow, and only the parts had been mailed, requiring self-assembly.

Fortunately, with the help of the diagram, Chen Shouyi quickly finished assembling it.

The entire bow was about 1.7 meters long, resembling a pair of outstretched wings. The limbs were made of multiple layers of highly elastic composite materials, while the riser had a non-slip, frosted metal finish.

Chen Shouyi tentatively pulled it with some force but only managed to draw it back a little.

He realized he had underestimated it. A 500-pound bow was a Martial Artist-level heavy bow, nearly double the 300-pound apprentice-level bow. It was almost at his Strength limit, and certainly not comparable to the heavy bows he practiced with today.

His expression turned serious. He took a deep breath, his muscles bulging. He used nearly ninety percent of his Strength to draw the heavy bow fully.

A moment later, his fingers released the bowstring.

With a loud "Twang!", it sounded as if the air itself had been torn apart by the bowstring.

Even after a few seconds, the buzzing sound continued to echo.

"Good bow, truly a good bow!"

Looking at this deadly weapon, Chen Shouyi felt a surge of excitement. If he had had this war bow yesterday, he wouldn't have had to engage in close combat with those two Barbarians and risk fighting them with a wooden stick.

Before going to sleep that night, he entered his memory space again to practice the footwork and power generation techniques for the sword forms he had learned that day.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, he first went to a small accessories shop to buy a pile of miscellaneous items. Then, using the two packages as a cover, he headed to the Otherworld again.

After releasing the Shell Girl, Chen Shouyi immediately went to the peak of the island's mountain. From his vantage point, he surveyed the surrounding sea. Fortunately, there were no signs of Barbarians, nor was the small canoe he had pushed into the ocean anywhere in sight.

He breathed a sigh of relief. This was good news.

It meant this island was quite remote, and Barbarians rarely patrolled these waters.

Although he had prepared for the possibility, he preferred to avoid conflict if at all possible.

After all, not every Barbarian was as "weak" as the one he encountered yesterday. In this world where extraordinary powers manifested and Deities walked the earth, the gap in strength between individuals could be as vast as if they belonged to different species.

Chen Shouyi returned to his original spot, unpacked the two bundles, and assembled the War Bow.

Then, carrying the two weapons and the ordinary training wooden stick, he approached the largest tree on the island.

Calling it the largest was relative; it was only about four to five meters tall.

The trunk was twisted, its bark looked dry and dark, and the leaves were sparse, resembling a malformed Biology that had failed to develop properly.

However, for Chen Shouyi's upcoming plan, this tree was tall enough.

He took out the fifteen elastic balls he had bought that morning from a small trinket shop. He used a small screwdriver to drill holes in them and then tied them with thin nylon ropes.

Next, he climbed the tree. He estimated the distance the elastic balls would hang from the ground and tied the other end of the ropes to the branches.

Half an hour later, all the elastic balls were tied to the branches, hanging below the tree like pendulums.

He clapped his hands, looking at his handiwork with a sense of accomplishment.

"Finally done."

He stood in the middle of the elastic balls, picked up the wooden stick from the ground, took a deep breath, and swiftly struck one of the elastic balls.

The next moment, the elastic ball was sent flying with immense force, swinging into the air. Seizing the opportunity, he immediately struck another elastic ball.

Then he struck a third.

This was a common Stab Small Balls exercise at the Martial Arts Academy, suggested by the beautiful teacher the previous night. It was designed to practice the accuracy of the Sting Sword while also training reaction time, reflexes, and the ability to track moving objects.

The more balls he struck, the exponentially the difficulty increased.

By the time he struck the fourth ball, the first one had already swung back rapidly towards him.

He reacted in time, quickly turning around and striking at the first ball again.

To his surprise, he missed!

Each elastic ball was only about the size of a longan fruit, and under triple gravity, they moved extremely fast. It was incredibly difficult to hit them with his sword in time.

"I didn't expect to be this far off!"

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