Chapter 114: Aboriginal way
"Could it be that Brother Panda has changed his temper?"
"It's hard to say! He is usually a restless person. After hanging up a few times, he would rush out again, resting for a day or two at most. This time, he actually stayed in the castle for so long, even for so many days. The gate of the castle has never been opened, and it does feel a little changed."
"So is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
"You ask me, who am I to ask?"
"I don't think it's a bad thing, and he's not like a procrastinator, saying 'I'm collecting information', but in fact lying in the library every day and sleeping... Now he is either reading or exercising every day, and he is as diligent as a man Robot-like. Living like this, no matter how long it goes on, won't make him weaker, on the contrary, it will only get stronger."
"That's right! If the guy who **** himself like a robot doesn't get stronger, then there's definitely something wrong with the world."
"But what was the stimulus for him to work so hard? When I was playing the game, I never saw him so crazy."
"Who knows..."
"I guess, he may want to cultivate the national art to the highest level, break the void and see that God is not bad, and then combine the national art and magic, shatter the void and return to the earth."
"...Where does this fantasy novel come from! If you don't go to the unscripted and contribute your creativity, you are really a blind talent!"
"Bai is not talented. In fact, he also wrote online novels."
"Ah? What kind of novel did you write? Let's read it...Fuck, then I remembered that we had traveled through time, and we didn't even have to read the book if we wanted to... It's so miserable!"
"You guys are pretty good, you just don't have books to read. We all signed a contract with the website at the beginning, and we must write four million words in five years. If we can't go back, there will be trouble..."
"You've disappeared, and the website still cares about you?"
"...Yes, I belong to the 'force majeure factor', which is legally exempt from liability. That's great! No wonder Draco Bai is sleeping in peace every day these days! It's a pity that I'm still secretly writing manuscripts every day, ready to travel back together. renew……"
The content of the next conversation has already been written a thousand words and a thousand miles off topic, and it has nothing to do with pandas.
And conversations like this happen from time to time between travelers these days.
In the training ground, several traversers who often come to exercise, staring at the burly figure who is constantly waving the sword in his hand in the corner, despite the sweat flowing down his body, without the slightest hint of rest, he is amazed.
"Have you noticed that the efficiency of panda exercise seems to be improving?"
"You mean he swings faster? What does that mean?"
"I have no idea."
"Actually, just swinging the sword fast doesn't seem to be of any use. If I use the 'Blast Sword' skill, I can swing at least five or six swords per second; if the guerrilla swordsman uses the 'Flash Sword', I can stab in one second A dozen swords."
"But Panda is obviously useless with any skills. If he uses skills, it will definitely be faster."
"The paladin simply doesn't have the ability to shoot swords at high speed, okay..."
Their whispers, Panda did not hear at all. Although at this distance, with his perception ability, even if a fly flew past, he could vaguely hear the sound of the wings flapping, but at the moment he was all focused on the exercise, and there was no distraction at all.
At this moment, let alone someone talking nearby, even if there are a group of old ladies dancing square dancing with "The Most Dazzling National Style", they will turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear.
He has completely entered a state of "immersion", half asleep and half awake like a monk meditating in silence, as if only himself exists between heaven and earth, feeling every sword swung.
His sword is obviously fast, but at this moment, in his senses, it has become slow. He can clearly feel the trajectory of each sword swing, feel the stretching and contraction of his muscles, and feel the sacred power in his body flowing silently, ebb and flow like a tide.
And what he has to do is to completely control this divine power, so that they no longer follow the sword, but are controlled by his own mind.
If you want them to flow into the blade, they will become part of the sword; if you want them to flow into the fist, they will become part of the punch... Even if you want them to flow into a chopstick, they will be activated according to your mind , so that a mere bamboo chopstick can be turned into a sharp weapon enough to pierce through gold and stone!
It was difficult, but he had gradually found the knack.
Without him, only familiar with Seoul.
After these days of hard training, Panda finally found a way that suits him.
Take control of the divine powers in your body and use them in your own way.
In this world, those people who were born and raised without system support and who did not naturally understand skills, didn’t they use this method to master their own strengths and then practice their own skills?
They are not like traversers, as long as they put experience points into a certain skill, they can get a lot of insights, and they can even display skills as long as they follow their feelings.
Every time the aborigines in this world have mastered a skill, they rely on countless hard training to master the means of using "power" proficiently, and then produce "skills". What they can do, the traversers can also do.
Although this method seems a bit silly, Panda asked himself, he can't let go of the martial arts he has practiced for many years, but also needs to be able to use the sacred power of the paladin, then the only way out is this.
Among the priests, there was originally a transfer direction of "God Fist Messenger". Although none of the legendary-level Divine Fist messengers he was familiar with had crossed over, he felt that this training direction should be correct.
This is how the aborigines of this world exercised, and of course he should have exercised in the same way.
As for how long he would need to exercise before he could truly master his divine power and become a person with both the skills of a paladin and a divine fist messenger, he had never thought about it.
All in all, just focus on practicing.
If he can't do it in one day, it will take ten days, if he can't do it in ten days, it will take a hundred days... He doesn't think it will take a long time - those Aboriginal magic fist messengers may not only practice hard for ten or eight years. According to the set data, many Divine Fist messengers are actually in their twenties. Considering the age at which they acquired the divine power, perhaps it took only a year and a half to really practice the skills of the Divine Fist messenger.
Panda itself has a very good foundation. He is a master of boxing. He possesses powerful divine power. He has also mastered many methods of using divine power, ranging from low-end to high-end.
In any case, at least his starting point is much higher than others, and there is no reason why he can't practice.
In his spare time, he also kept reading the information about the setting of the world to recharge his mind.
This kind of life reminded him of his high school days.
At that time, in order to be admitted to a good university and have a bright future, he and many of his classmates studied like this.
They don't have a good background, and they can't be called geniuses. It is through such hard work that they have surpassed many people who are better than them, and have been admitted to a good university from a mere town middle school.
It is a pity that in college, he is no longer so diligent, and spends a lot of time and energy on games. Otherwise, he will definitely not become a mere coder, but will become... at least an engineer.
While resting, Panda couldn't help laughing when he thought of the past.
The past cannot be remonstrated, and the come can still be pursued. It is never too late to work hard for this kind of thing!