Chapter 27: your uncle or your uncle
Leslie put his hands up, his left and right feet slightly staggered, one behind the other.
He held the steel sword in both hands, raised it to his shoulders, leaned forward slightly, and made an attacking posture.
The momentum is very strong!
Wei Chen was more relaxed, holding the steel sword with both hands, keeping it at the waist and abdomen position, the sword tip slightly raised.
"I'm going, Uncle Eric."
Leslie reminded, then stepped forward to attack.
The steel practice swords used by Leslie and Wei Chen are somewhat different from the real sharp blades. The real sharp blades will bite when they collide with each other.
And the practice sword cannot do this because it is a dull sword.
So there are still some differences between the actual feel and the real blade.
Leslie attacked from the center line.
Wei Chen raised his steel sword and stuck to her sword.
"Clang!"
The two swords intersected, making a gorgeous collision sound.
A huge force came, almost ejecting Wei Chen's sword.
My body has been genetically optimized, and my output and physical strength have far surpassed the peak of ordinary people, but I can't even match the strength of little Leslie!
Wei Chen was taken aback.
The two swords slashed and slashed each other, and Leslie had the upper hand in terms of power control.
But when it comes to fighting with swords, it's not necessarily the stronger side who controls the situation.
Leslie was overjoyed when he saw that the steel swords of the two sides clashed fiercely, and he controlled the center line to stick to the other side.
Taking advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, the blade slid through an elegant arc, posed a strange angle, and stabbed Wei Chen's hand.
At the same time, he lowered Wei Chen's steel sword and destroyed his posture, making him unable to defend effectively.
In sword strikes, once it hits the opponent's weak parts, such as the hands and neck, it is regarded as the most effective killing. Victory directly.
Although he was wearing armor, once he stabbed Wei Chen in the hand, the match would end with Wei Chen's failure.
The mid-line cross sword lost his "control" and fell into a downwind, but Wei Chen didn't panic, flipped his wrist, pressed the blade on the opponent's steel sword, and dragged it forward along the blade.
The target was Leslie's face!
Both sides attacked each other's weak points with their own attack methods.
As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, Wei Chen's sword tip stabbed Leslie in the face first.
"Jiang!"
The tip of the steel sword stabbed Leslie's hood with a crisp sound.
Victory and defeat have been decided!
"How... how?"
Leslie's eyes widened, he clearly controlled the midline, how could he fail?
Leslie was extremely frustrated, with unwillingness and annoyance written all over his face.
Although losing to Uncle Eric is no big deal, it's really... a little uncomfortable.
I just wish it was faster!
she thought to herself.
"Leslie, our amazing girl, do you know why you lost?"
Wei Chen took off his mask and asked Leslie.
"Maybe I'm not fast enough? Or maybe I'm too careless, I should completely suppress Uncle Eric, and don't let your hands have spare energy to move."
Leslie concludes.
"No, in fact, I believe your kendo teacher must have emphasized the importance of 'control' to you. The two sides exchange swords. Once one side controls the situation, it is either your strength is stronger, or your experience is more abundant. , in short, you have the initiative and control."
Wei Chen looked into Leslie's eyes and continued, "And then, that's what I want to emphasize. If you gain control, just stab him in the face, don't complicate it, and you're done!"
"Am I supposed to stab your hand? Uncle Eric."
"Swordsmanship is a killing technique. It pays attention to the quickest and easiest way. It needs to abandon all cumbersome and complicated moves, directly exploit the opponent's weakness, and kill them with one blow."
Leslie pinched his chin with his right hand and listened carefully.
"And after you gained control, you actually did a juggling action. Although it was beautiful, it was useless. Instead, it was a waste of precious time. If you stabbed me in the face cleanly and neatly, then I must lose. Leslie, do you understand?"
Leslie nodded heavily, "I see, Uncle Ariel, my movements are too complicated and fancy!"
"GoodGirl!"
Leslie stepped forward and hugged Wei Chen's arm, the depressed look on his face was replaced by an excited look, "Sure enough, Uncle Eric is the best!"
Being hugged tightly by a 17- or 18-year-old girl, Wei Chen felt a little overwhelmed, "Leslie, go wipe the sweat, your body is covered in sticky sweat!"
"What! It's obviously fragrant!"
Leslie is still cute with that coquettish expression. Although she is already a big girl.
Shameful cuteness!
Wei Chen felt that he had fallen a bit, and he was unexpectedly unable to resist this kind of contrast.
......
New York University Medical Center.
The invisible man lying on the hospital bed had no blood on his face, staring at the medicine in the infusion tube, drop by drop into the regulator.
The air is gray, and the whole life feels meaningless.
The door was pushed open with a creak.
Someone walked in.
The Invisible Man licked his dry lips and moved his eyes slightly.
The people here are the motherland and Maeve of the Super Seven.
"Hey, are you okay? Transparent man."
The people of the motherland showed concern.
But that expression looked like a kind of high-level sarcasm.
The invisible man doesn't want to talk turned his face away.
Hu Niangzi Maeve walked to the hospital bed and glanced at the invisible man whose **** was wrapped in meat dumplings, "We have to understand a hero whose chrysanthemum has just been damaged, not only his body has been hurt, but his heart has suffered even more. blow."
Maeve made a look of understanding.
The native made a half-smile expression, "But I heard that you stabbed the samurai sword into his ass?"
People from the motherland always show an upward-turned expression, but you must not think that it means that he is in a good mood, and sometimes it also means that he is in a bad mood.
Maeve understands this.
"Actually, it was just a small trap set by the enemy, and unfortunately I acted as the trigger of the trap."
Maeve shrugged, "I was also shot, an ultrasonic bomb! I almost died. Strictly speaking, I am a victim who should be more concerned."
"Hey!"
The native turned around and faced Maeve with a shocked expression, "You never told me about this."
"I don't think we're close to this level."
Maeve looked at him with an intriguing expression.
"That hurts me a lot, because you used to talk to me about everything. We're boyfriend and girlfriend, aren't we? Although it's in the past, it's still closer than a colleague."
"Can we talk about something else? Like the villain who attacked me and the Invisible Man. Who is he? What's his purpose?"
Maeve turned the conversation to the attacker.
After a while of silence.
"Ah......"
The native of the motherland suddenly showed a bright smile and pointed at Maeve, "Look, this is why I love you."