I'm Not Afraid of an Enemy Who Has Practiced Ten Thousand Kicks, Only One Who Has Practiced One Kick Ten Thousand Times
Zhong Shenxiu pursed his lips and scanned the two people's faces with his light golden vertical pupils. He didn't mean to make things difficult, he just felt that there was something wrong with the issue itself.
"Whether it's a trick or a lesson, there's really nothing to teach about weapons."
His voice was not loud, but could be heard clearly in the empty playground, with the same calmness and indifference as always, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie looked at each other, both a little confused.
Before they could react, Zhong Shenxiu frowned slightly. He realized that what he just said was too abstract, and he couldn't really explain it with his words alone. Weapons are something that can only be done by hand. It's better to make a few gestures with your hands than to talk about it with your mouth.
So he opened his right hand.
The golden light condensed in the palm of his hand, getting brighter and brighter. The surrounding air began to tremble, and an invisible suction force burst out from his palm, as if it was trying to suck out the light of the entire playground.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie subconsciously took a step back.
The next second, a dragon-shaped spear composed purely of blazing white light with light gold lines flowing throughout the body took shape in the hands of Zhong Shenxiu.
Sky Light Dragon Spear.
The gun body is slender, and the tip is so sharp that it can pierce the moonlight. The pale golden dragon pattern on the gun body seems to be alive, slowly swimming in the light.
Zhong Shenxiu holds the gun very casually, as naturally as if he has held it for many years.
He looked at Tang Wulin and Xie Xie and said, "I once heard a martial arts scholar Grandmaster once said - I am not afraid of enemies who practice ten thousand kicks. I am only afraid of enemies who practice one kick ten thousand times."
Saying that, Zhong Shenxiu moved.
His movements were very slow, so slow that Tang Wulin and Xie Xie could see every detail clearly. But that slowness was not slowness, but a deliberate slowing down for the sake of display. Every movement was clean and neat, without any unnecessary shaking, like a precision-operated machine.
"Marksmanship is nothing more than the basic movements of blocking, holding, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, picking, poking, and entangling."
As he spoke, he made corresponding actions.
Block - the gun body is swung sideways, and the tip of the gun draws an arc to block the air in front of it.
Take it - turn your wrist, retract the gun body, and point the gun tip to the ground.
Stab - the tip of the spear is like a poisonous snake spitting a message, stabbing straight out, the air is torn, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
After completing a set of actions, Zhong Shenxiu put away his gun and stood up.
"Those who practice spears can be invincible in actual combat if they practice one of the movements to the extreme." His voice was still calm, "After all, the fight between life and death only lasts a moment."
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie made my eyes go straight.
It's not because those movements are so gorgeous, on the contrary, these movements are so basic that any Soul Master who has learned how to shoot a gun can do it. But the feeling of Zhong Shenxiu's execution is completely different. Every movement seems to have been polished countless times, precise, efficient, and without any redundancy.
As he said, practice one leg technique 10,000 times.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the stunned expressions of the two people, and his light golden vertical pupils flashed slightly. He suddenly turned his head to look at Tang Wulin, and his right hand holding the gun tightened slightly.
The next second, the tip of the gun moved.
Without any warning, without any accumulation of energy, the tip of Sky Light Dragon Spear's spear went straight towards Tang Wulin's eyebrows like a bolt of lightning.
Fast.
It was so fast that Tang Wulin's pupils had not had time to shrink, so fast that his Golden Dragon King Bloodline had not had time to react, so fast that his brain had not even realized what was happening.
chill.
A biting chill spread from the center of his brow, as if an ice pick had been pressed against his forehead, and went down his spine, freezing his limbs and bones.
He could even feel the Light Power emanating from the tip of the gun, that sacred and fiery breath. It should be warm, but at this moment, it was as cold as the breath of death.
The tip of the gun stopped less than an inch away from Tang Wulin's eyebrows.
Zhong Shenxiu's hand was as steady as a stone, not even the tip of the gun trembled.
Tang Wulin froze in place, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, his pupils dilated slightly, and he stopped breathing.
Then Zhong Shenxiu closed the gun.
The gun body rotated, the tip of the gun drew an arc, and stabbed out again.
This time it's the throat.
Same speed, same precision, same chill.
The gun tip stopped again less than an inch away from Tang Wulin's throat, and the light condensed on the gun tip even left a faint spot on his skin.
Zhong Shenxiu put away his gun and stood with the tip of the gun pointed at the ground. He looked at Tang Wulin and said briefly and concisely, "One pierce the forehead, two pierce the throat, three pierce the elbows and four hooks."
Under the real experience, the cold feeling of approaching death took Tang Wulin a while to recover.
Panting heavily, he raised his hand and touched his forehead - it was cold, but there was no wound. He touched his throat again - it was also cold, but there was no wound either.
Zhong Shenxiu's spear tip didn't even touch his skin, but the chill was already carved into his bones.
Tang Wulin smiled bitterly and looked at Zhong Shenxiu with complicated eyes.
"Shenxiu, we were too hasty."
He took a deep breath, calmed his heartbeat, and continued, "Yes, no matter what you do in this world, you need to study hard and practice hard. Is there any secret or shortcut?"
Xie Xie was also silent next to him.
He had also felt the chill just now - although the tip of the gun was not pointing at him, the coercion emitted by Sky Light Dragon Spear also enveloped him. The feeling was like being stared at by a Giant Dragon. Every cell in his body was screaming "Run", but his legs were not in control and he could not take a step forward.
This is the strength of Zhong Shenxiu.
It is not the crushing of Soul Power Level, nor the suppression of Soul Skill, but something more fundamental: the understanding of combat, the control of weapons, and the precise grasp of the moment between life and death.
There is really no secret to these things.
Just practice.
Practice over and over again until the muscles remember every movement, until the brain can react automatically without thinking about the body, and until the weapon becomes a part of the body.
Xie Xie took a deep breath and pulled out the Twin Dragon Daggers from his waist. The moonlight shone on the dagger, one handle glowed with a faint white-gold light, and the other gleamed with a dark deep purple.
He looked at the two daggers and suddenly felt that he had indeed thought too simply before.
What tricks, what tricks to teach them - Zhong Shenxiu just showed his tricks and taught them.
Basics.
Practice the basics to the extreme.
Xie Xie and Tang Wulin looked at me and I looked at you, then they both nodded in unison and said, "We got it, Shenxiu!"
Although Zhong Shenxiu didn't know what the two of them knew, it didn't matter. He didn't think that the two of them could quickly practice weapons in a short period of time.