Chapter 102: How can swordsmanship be such an inconvenience (3400)

Chapter 102: How can swordsmanship be such an inconvenience (3400)

"Old Mike."

Ka Xiu tapped the table lightly.

"then."

A bunch of keys were thrown directly over.

Ka Xiu caught it and nodded. Just as he was about to walk into the inner passage, he found that old Mike seemed to be reading the Shirakawa Morning News.

He leaned over and took a look. He was really reading a newspaper.

Old Mike noticed Card Xiu's gaze, raised his head and put down the newspaper: "The world is not peaceful recently. The newspaper said that two gangs had a fight last night, and at least a dozen people died..."

"It must be the Black Fire Gang." Card Xiu said with a faint smile.

"Yes, it is said that all the people who died were from the Black Fire Gang."

Old Mike shook his head: "But it's good, anyway, the people who died are all gang members, and it's best if they bite the bullet."

"..." Ka Xiu was silent for a moment and coughed twice.

"What's wrong? Does Coach Levi have a cold?"

"Nothing, I'll go in first, see you later." Kaxiu picked up his shoulder bag, took the towel from the wall, and walked decisively into the passage.

Half an hour later, in the empty exercise room.

Seven or eight boys and girls are practicing fighting moves under the leadership of Kaxiu. After many warm-up classes, they have learned the moves to some extent. Although it cannot be regarded as a preliminary mastery, it can be regarded as slowly approaching the direction of entry.

"You continue, I will correct your movements next to you."

Card Xiu stopped demonstrating and walked from the front to the side. While shouting the order of one, two, three, four, five, he looked at everyone's posture and movements. There is no doubt that the one with the most standard moves among this group of people is Tifa. This girl has both talent and hard work, and is considered a good prospect.

As for Firmiro, although these two guys were not very good at the beginning, they are starting to look good now.

Anyway, I was very diligent during various exercises and did not slack off. In addition, he has good bones, so he has caught Ka Xiu's eyes. However, we still need to continue investigating for a while.

In the past half month, no fewer than a hundred people have studied under Kaxiu. There are only five who are really talented, two are too old, and the remaining three happen to be Phil Milo Tifa.

Among them, Tifa has the best talent, followed by Milo and Phil again. However, even the most rubbish Phil has a mid-to-lower level of talent. The highest pedicle has mid- to upper-level root bones.

What Ka Xiu is doing now is to throw some simple explosive skills to them and let them practice for a while. Then test their respective progress, and finally consider whether to fax something.

He hopes that the progress of the three of them will satisfy him.

At dusk, the fighting skills training instruction ended.

"Goodbye, coach." "See you tomorrow, coach." "..."

Several boys and girls waved and left.

"Coach, I'm leaving." Tifa also waved.

"Go." Ka Xiu nodded, but saw Phil waving his hand next to him, as if it was him who was waving goodbye by Tifa.

This kid... is in his puberty after all...

Card Xiu shook his head: "Phil, let's go. Your brother's car should be waiting outside. Thank you very much this time."

"Coach, let's get out of the way, let's go." Phil scratched his hair, and then whispered a few words to Milo next to him.

Immediately, Card Xiu and Phil pushed open the door of the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall and walked out. There was a long black car parked on the street ahead, with a series of silver frame decorations at the bottom. There is also a light golden crescent moon logo on the front cover of the car. This is a high-end car of this era, the Heiznauer series.

The car window rolled down, and a young man wearing a tweed jacket, a black round hard hat, and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose waved this way: "Phil, Mr. Levi, this way."

The two quickly got into the car and sat in the back seat.

"Phil, how have you been practicing with Mr. Levi lately?"

Matthew, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked his brother while driving. He moved his hands slightly and stepped on the accelerator gradually.

"It's okay, I've tried my best to learn." Phil scratched his head helplessly. He was hit by Tifa yesterday.

"Yeah." Matthew didn't ask in detail. He quickly changed the topic to another side: "Mr. Levi, I happen to have a good place for the single-family house you want. It's not dark yet, okay. Just drive all the way over to see the details. ”

"Thank you, Matthew." Card Xiu nodded: "You don't have to be so polite to call me sir. I remember that when we were drinking a few days ago, we were all calling each other brothers. We got angry when we were called sir."

"Hahaha, okay. Then...Levi." Matthew smiled.

On the road, a black car passed quickly.

On the other side, Milo walked towards his home. There was a large schoolbag on his back, with the zipper not fully zipped. A light yellow wooden knife handle was stuck on the outside of the schoolbag through the gap.

During this time, Milo has been practicing boxing with Phil at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School, and the time spent practicing swordplay at the Kendo Club has become less and less.

For example, today, he originally planned not to go to the Gray Seal Martial Arts Gym for the time being, but he was dragged away by Phil after practicing for an hour.

In fact, to be honest, Milo is not very interested in practicing boxing. He prefers practicing swordsmanship. It's so cool to have a weapon on your body. When facing the enemy, you can draw the sword instantly and click.

After a random cut, he returned to the sheath gracefully, and the opponent fled in defeat.

Thinking of the excitement, Milo couldn't help but raise his right hand and make a few gestures like chopping melons and vegetables. Unfortunately, although he liked the kendo club very much, the chips Phil gave him were too good.

No boy can refuse a set of Captain Hongli's comics. If possible, then add a limited edition! Milo, the "knife lover", was easily bribed. After all, this set of comics is not just for him to read. If the boys in the class knew about it, they would definitely go crazy to grab it. Milo could already imagine his high status in the class in a few days. He will also have more than 20 "sons". "Hehe." Milo couldn't help laughing a few times. It was about 6:30 in the afternoon. The sun could no longer be found in the dusk sky, only some afterglow of the sunset. Milo walked along the gray street to Bello Street. Suddenly, he stopped with his backpack. Two ruffian youths walked out of the dim alley in front, one with dyed yellow hair and the other with a non-mainstream nose ring. The three people looked at each other, and Milo immediately realized that something was wrong. He had heard in school before that there were some uneducated hooligans near Edelweiss Middle School who often blackmailed students and extorted money. If you don't pay or don't have money, you will be beaten.

Milo is penniless now...

He swallowed his saliva and turned around and ran.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a gangster blocked his way. The man was wearing a blue jacket and a metal chain on his shoulder.

He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, puffing smoke.

Milo froze in place. There were three people on the other side, a blue jacket, a yellow-haired man, and a nose ring man blocking the road.

"What are you waiting for? Pay up."

The three approached step by step, and the blue jacket took out a folding knife from his pocket and turned it in his hand.

"I..." Milo weighed his schoolbag: "I don't have money."

"No money? Then you will be beaten according to the old rules!" The nose ring man twisted his neck and walked over with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"Damn!" Milo cursed in his heart, and he suddenly remembered the wooden sword in his backpack. This is the sword of the Kendo Club, not a bamboo sword. Bamboo swords are fitness equipment for sports, used for practice and competition, and have less lethality. Wooden swords are different. They are props in kendo and swordsmanship. If they are hit by wooden swords, the lightest one will have a fracture, and the worst one will die if the position is not right. They have actual lethality.

With the kendo level that he has practiced for so long, the three gangsters may be solved in a few strokes. This idea suddenly came to Milo's mind. He turned and pulled his backpack.

A wooden sword of about 120 cm was unsheathed.

"Oh, you are still a kendo student!"

The yellow-haired man rushed over and kicked, and Milo swung the long sword with both hands to chop, but the wooden sword was kicked away directly.

"What a bullshit kendo, bah."

The wooden sword fell to the ground, and the three people immediately rushed up and beat Milo. And because Milo dared to resist, they had to hit harder. Fists and feet kept kicking.

Milo instinctively protected his vitals, and he felt a faint pain in several parts of his body. It was not until his two fists were blocked and bounced off by his forearm that Milo suddenly realized that he seemed to have used the defensive skills taught to him by Kashu unconsciously.

"I don't have the wooden sword, but I still have my fists!"

Milo's mind was shocked, and suddenly it became clear. He rushed forward and squeezed through the gap between the three people to get out.

Then he lowered his feet and shrank his shoulders. He turned around and punched, and this fist hit the yellow-haired man's chest directly.

"Ah." The yellow-haired man groaned, and his chest was stuffy.

"Damn it, you dare to resist! You are so rebellious!"

The blue jacket rushed over directly, holding a folding knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife flashed in the sun.

He was ruthless in his heart and stabbed it without caring about the consequences.

"Knife!" Milo's eyes widened suddenly. Although he was afraid deep in his heart, he quickly remembered Professor Kashu's actions.

He immediately twisted his feet and dodged sideways. Then his right hand swung over like a piece of armor, and hit the other's wrist with a snap. The folding knife was directly knocked out and fell to the ground with a clang.

This time, Milo vaguely used the burst technique.

It was a very simple and crude speed burst technique.

I didn't expect it to be so effective!

The boy of this age has a serious second-year syndrome, and Milo was immediately excited. He roared and rushed over.

He hit the three hooligans madly with a few consecutive hits.

If Kaxiu saw it, he would just shake his head. Milo was just hitting randomly, but occasionally added one or two fighting moves in the random punches. If he was against an opponent with a little fighting skills, he would definitely be defeated by others in an instant.

However, Milo's opponents were just a few adolescent hooligans. They were not gang members, but the lowest level of waste who could only extort students. They were even worse than Milo.

Without the folding knife in their hands, the three were beaten like dogs.

Milo's roaring momentum, waving his fists like a mad dog, and occasionally one or two sharp fighting moves.

He actually stunned the three thugs, who were beaten black and blue, and ran away while screaming.

Milo even chased them for more than a hundred meters while beating them.

It was not until the thugs ran into the alley that Milo retreated for fear of being at a disadvantage and picked up the black backpack on the ground.

He breathed heavily in excitement, holding a wooden sword in his left hand and a fist with some scratches in his right hand. A sense of electricity that he had never experienced suddenly rushed from his coccyx to his brain.

He shivered in excitement on the street.

Milo felt like Captain Hong Li just now.

One punch makes a villain, one kick makes an enemy.

It’s so exciting to punch to the point of flesh!

The feeling of punching the opponent's face with his fist, the muffled sound of kicking the opponent with his feet. It’s much more exciting than sparring in a kendo class with two wooden swords snapping back and forth!

He lowered his head and glanced at the long wooden sword, then turned his head and glanced at the red palms clenched into fists, and seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart.

"Is the sword so inconvenient?"

"Starting from today, I'm going to learn boxing!"

These two chapters are adjusting the plot and writing about daily life. The next chapter will switch back to the main plot, and some organizations that have been written about before will also be unfolded. ()