"The sword is originally made of iron, but it communicates with the spirit by holding it, moves by the heart, lives by blood, and dies by non-thoughts..."
In the alleyway of the slums, Feili, wearing a dark raincoat, wielded a bamboo sword to resist the blows of the homeless man's wooden stick.
The slums were built in this century. At that time, they were the best urban areas. Most of them were small six-story buildings, but they had not been renovated in 70 or 80 years ago. They also happened to miss the good era when elevators were popularized. In addition, the As the city center gradually moved to other new urban areas, the wealthy people moved away, and it gradually turned into a slum area rented by the lower class.
Property management does not exist here. Illegal sheds are everywhere. Clothes are hung out on crisscrossed wires. Sewage will burst out when stepped on, like traps. The walls are covered with mottled and peeling plaster and extremely suspicious signs. Water marks, the vomit of drunkards and the feces of unknown creatures were spread on the ground in layers. If the sewer of that residential building burst, it would be a carnival.
When the homeless man said he wanted to practice swordsmanship here, everyone in Philly was dumbfounded.
In her impression, swordsmanship should be practiced in a clean and spacious dojo, wearing protective suits, and training with a sense of ritual.
But after all, the other party is a homeless man who is so poor that he sleeps in the open. Feili doesn't expect to have that kind of environment, but the spacious flat areas of the river embankment or the park are also open to the public for free!
But the homeless man choked her back after a few words: "Are you using it for competition or actual combat?"
"Flat ground? Do you have to sweep away the stones on the ground in advance during actual combat?"
"Spacious? If you like to open and close, why don't you use a hammer or an axe? In actual combat, can you ensure that there are no walls, trees, or other people around you? When the knife is stuck in the flesh, do you have to abandon the sword and use your bare hands?"
"Protection? I don't mind you walking around in armor, as long as you don't mind being treated as a fool."
Although it was very rude, it did sound reasonable, so Feili specially got a black raincoat, which could be used to cover her appearance - she still had some attraction to him - What's more important is that you are not afraid of getting dirty, and you don't feel bad if you are splashed with sewage.
So for this month, people in the slums have seen two homeless maniacs fighting in the alleyways every day. Normal people would definitely not dare to deal with madmen, and gangsters who dare to cause trouble for madmen are simply Feili's experience. , everyone is used to it.
Snapped!
The homeless man kicked half of the floor tiles away. The moment Feili smashed them with his bamboo sword, he suddenly threw the wooden stick, picked up the broom next to him with both hands, and slashed it down with a two-handed giant sword!
As soon as Feili dodged the wooden stick, she saw the broom slam down hard, and the attack position happened to be on her right side, which was the area with the shortest torque. Most of her muscles had difficulty exerting force. If she had to block it, she would definitely use the bamboo sword. Get rid of it!
"ha!"
She yelled while retreating, hitting the broom handle in a slashing manner! But the opponent was far stronger than her, his arms were longer than hers, and the strength of his legs, waist and shoulders was far better than hers. One force was enough to defeat ten tricks. There was no way she could successfully cut it, but the force on the broom would hurt her wrist along with the bamboo sword!
But just before the bamboo sword touched the broom, the air that had been compressed to the extreme vibrated violently, cutting towards the broom like a wave!
Boom!
The broom was cut off directly. Although the homeless man reacted very quickly and immediately retreated, the bamboo sword still quickly reached his eyes.
"We win!" Feili took back her bamboo sword and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, but she became unsure: "I won?"
"You did win." said the tramp, "but you only won once in the whole month, so there is nothing to be proud of——"
"You two bastards broke my broom!?" A middle-aged woman rushed out of a nearby house, yelling and rushing towards her. Feili and the homeless man ran away.
They ran to an abandoned construction site. They didn’t know if it was unfinished or something. Anyway, there was no one inside. Feili sat on the steel, grabbed the bamboo sword and asked excitedly: "I won! Have I learned everything you need to know?"
Are you ready to take up swordsmanship?"
Vosloda glanced at her, said nothing, picked a branch from the nearby tree, then aimed it at the steel pipe and chopped it directly into pieces.
Feili looked at the cut of the steel pipe and was dumbfounded. Vosloda said leisurely: "Although you can now emit sword energy waves in actual combat, you are still far from the peak. To be honest, I am very disappointed, because you have the ability to emit sword energy."
You have the basics of sword energy fluctuation, but it took you a month to use it in actual combat. You are simply the worst student I have ever taught."
"Is this really possible for humans?" Feili tried splitting the steel pipe, but at most she could only leave a shallow mark on it: "Professor, you are not cheating, are you? Do you have super powers?"
Ability?"
Vosloda's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and he asked: "If you saw someone else slashing the sword energy wave a month ago, would you also think that the other person had superpowers? If you study all the skills to the depths, they would be incomprehensible in the eyes of others.
A miracle of imagination.”
Feili thought the same thing. When she first started practicing, the professor told her that "the sword strikes the air to form sword energy fluctuations." She also thought this was some kind of game setting. But after a month of practice, she can now do it.
It seems incredible to control the fluctuations of sword energy independently, but it is actually very simple.
Just like if you push away the water surface, it will cause outward ripples. The sword energy fluctuation is just the ripples produced by the air when the sword pushes away the air. The next step is very simple, just like the ripples on the water surface reaching a certain level are enough to become a tsunami.
, Feili uses a little bit of skill, these air ripples will turn into sharp blades that cut through everything.
Thinking of this, Feili stood up and bowed heavily to Vosloda: "Thank you, Professor!"
Although she learned swordsmanship from the professor for a month, Feili didn't know his name because the professor said that his company's warehouse was in Canaan City and his business was bankrupt and he was forced to pay debts by loan sharks, so he couldn't reveal his name. He also asked Feili not to reveal his name.
Regarding his whereabouts, Feili can only say that he learned it in a swordsmanship class.
Canaan City was the location of the first Angel Hunt. Now the entire city was gone, and the company's warehouse was naturally in ruins. Because he kept up with current events, Feili naturally couldn't fault him at all, so she called him Professor.
"Yes." Vosloda said calmly: "Starting tomorrow, I will also use the same level of sword energy fluctuations as you, so be mentally prepared."
"Okay professor!" Feili nodded heavily, turned around and took out her phone and muttered to herself: "Should I tell him now? Or should we discuss it with him later? But if I beat him, will he?
Will you be unhappy?"
Vosloda's face was very complicated. After all, in the past month, he had seen Feili miss her boyfriend countless times. Even Feili came to learn swordsmanship because of her boyfriend. According to her, the boy's living environment was very dangerous.
, so she wants to learn swordsmanship to protect him.
Then for the next five consecutive days, Vosloda broke the hands and feet of all the gangsters in Kasori who "lived in a very dangerous environment", but unfortunately that kid was not among them.
Fei Li was very tight-lipped and would never disclose the kid's information. Vosloda also thought about following him, but Fei Li left by public transportation, and he couldn't take transportation - he was hiding his head and face.
His posture made it impossible to pass the security check.
But he was absolutely not allowed to show his face. Vosloda thought about it and knew that these Star Legends must be the primary targets of other teams, so as soon as he entered the Kingdom of Stars, he abandoned his original identity and hid in the slums.
.And what he expected was true. A few days ago, there were men in black carrying photos of him, the Night King, and the Pope and asking around. After a simple interrogation, Vosloda found out that someone in the underground world was offering a reward for a few of them.
So Vosloda could only watch Feili fall in love, and he couldn't say anything.
No matter in this world or that world, he is not qualified to preach.
"That kid can't beat you." Vosloda said lightly: "Unless he has a saint... Anyway, it's impossible for ordinary people to beat you who can master the fluctuations of sword energy. But there are some people in this world who have very low self-esteem.
If you find that you are surpassed, you will get angry, lose your temper, and even belittle others, so I suggest you go over and give him a good beating immediately to see what kind of person he is."
"Then he is definitely not such a person." Feili retorted without thinking: "After all, the sword——"
Although Feili shut up immediately, Vosloda was keenly aware of something, "What's a sword? Besides you, are there women practicing swordsmanship around that kid?"
The little sheep thought for a while and felt that she had become very familiar with the professor during this time, and the professor always gave her a sense of intimacy similar to that of Senior Demir. She felt that it would not harm her, so she talked about the love she had encountered.
trouble.
However, she still remembered to conceal the identities of Ash and the others. Ash became "Xiu Xiu", Sword Princess became "Sword Sword", and the witch became "Devil".
"Wait a minute," Vosloda asked irritably before she could finish her words: "You mean, besides you, the real girlfriend, that boy also has two mistresses, a mistress and a mistress!?"
Feili was startled, and suddenly realized that because she was biased towards him, she intentionally or unintentionally ignored a certain premise in her words, so she lowered her head and said, "No, it's not what you imagined..."
"Feli, I..." Vosloda said awkwardly: "I know that I, a middle-aged uncle, should not interfere in the lives of you young people, but I know that you are a good girl and you deserve a better partner.
, instead of picking garbage out of the trash can boyfriend!”
"It's not what you imagined!"
"People who cheat are scum who can't control their lower bodies. Those third parties who cheat on each other even though they know they have a partner are even more shameless and despicable! And not just one, he actually has two lovers. I really don't know those women
What do you think? Isn’t it disgusting?”
"I'm not his girlfriend, I'm the last one here!" Feili shouted loudly: "I'm the third...fourth one!"
This moment directly stunned Vosloda. He opened his mouth and couldn't utter a single word. He looked around for help, as if expecting a gangster to jump out of the darkness to lighten the atmosphere - it's a pity that the gangsters in the slums were all trapped by them.
Broken leg.
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