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Pei Jing waved the Han sword and nodded slightly to show respect for her opponent.
The simple action made some girls in the audience focus subconsciously - I have to say that Pei Jing is indeed suitable for this kind of occasion, with a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and aloof temperament.
Even though the sweat on his forehead was messy, he didn't look embarrassed at all, but added a touch of heroism.
"So handsome..."
"Is he the Pei Jia Si Lang from Chang'an?"
"It's him. His father is Shang Shu Pushe, and his mother is the legitimate daughter of the Wang family in Taiyuan. In terms of character, character, and talent, he is outstanding and one of the best among his peers."
The girls in the audience discussed in a low voice, "How can there be such a good-looking person in the world?"
"Such an outstanding person must have made an engagement long ago, right? Oh, what a pity, why am I not from Chang'an..."
"I tell you no, our Majesty was planning to marry the Pei family's Shiro at a family banquet a long time ago. But at that time, Shiro, who was only six or seven years old, had already made up his mind to enter the academy and serve the country. He said that he would not think about life-long matters until he graduated from the academy. It is still a beautiful story in Chang'an for His Majesty to lament that a hero comes from a young age."
"Is that so? Sure enough, excellent people have been excellent since childhood. Then what kind of girls does he like..."
Girls from different countries whispered to each other and talked in low voices,
The teenagers beside him smacked their lips in displeasure and said bitterly: "Although Pei Silang is excellent, he doesn't seem to be one of the best among his peers in the academy.
There were two more people in front of him.
In terms of grades, isn't He Fanshuang, the top grader in the academy, higher than him? In terms of achievements, Li Ang and Li Risheng are unparalleled. "
Another young man also said: "Yes, the soaps and soaps used by people today are all his creations. The reduction of malaria cases in summer and autumn is his credit. And allicin and penicillin, which are now hard to buy, were also invented by him. from."
Looking at Pei Jing on the stage, the teenagers in their youth couldn't help but stand on the same front.
"What are you talking about? Li Ang and Pei Jing are completely incomparable?"
The girls immediately said angrily: "We just praised Pei Silang, and you pulled Li Ang out. It's so sad."
"Yeah, it's so frustrating. Is it so difficult to admit that others are great?"
"Let's discuss the matter as it is, don't criticize someone, it seems very low-end and low-confidence."
The chatter of the crowd over there was a little louder. Li Ang heard it clearly, and the expression on his face immediately became weird.
...You guys say it all, don't get involved with me, okay?
Li Wei and Yang Yu snickered and hit Li Ang's chest with their elbows, "Ri Sheng, it seems that you are so famous in other countries. Can you sign your name, write a calligraphy or something for us?"
"roll roll roll."
Li Ang waved his hand and looked back to the stage, "Here we go."
Pei Jing in the ring may have been used to being talked about for a long time, and her expression did not change at all.
Ashenagaro, on the other hand, stepped to the weapons rack, pulled out a Turkic scimitar from the rack, and then took a small and light kite-shaped shield.
Seeing this, Pei Jing frowned slightly. The scimitar was actually more suitable for horse fighting - the curved blade of the scimitar could use the momentum of the horse to cut through longer distances and tear open the enemy's leather, armor, and flesh.
But in a land combat environment, the disadvantage of the scimitar is highlighted - it is not long enough, and it often enters the enemy's attack range before it can cut the opponent.
And in terms of stabbing, it is not as advantageous as a long sword.
"call..."
Jia Luo, who was holding a scimitar and shield, stood there, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.
When she opened her eyes again, her whole aura suddenly changed, as sharp and unstoppable as a blade.
As Xue Che announced the start of the game, Jialuo stepped on the ground, his petite figure jumped out like a sharp arrow, and his scimitar traced an arc in the air, slashing straight towards Pei Jing's neck.
It is true that the scimitar has an inherent length disadvantage in foot combat, so the first step is to close the distance.
Boom——
Facing the rapidly swinging scimitar, Pei Jing advanced instead of retreating. She raised the oval shield with her left hand and swung it forward. At the same time, she held the Han sword in her right hand and slashed forward diagonally downwards.
He is taller than Jialuo. As expected, the opponent must raise his shield as much as possible to block the trajectory of the sword.
There are two possibilities. The opponent is too weak to block the sword, and Pei Jing wins directly.
Or blocked it, then Pei Jing would also use a kick or a headbutt to exchange injuries for injuries and widen the distance.
However...
A cold light flashed in Jialuo's eyes, his wrist shook violently, and he suddenly turned the direction of the turning knife with the blade facing upwards. He pressed the blade down hard and scraped the edge of Pei Jing's oval shield.
Bah--
The paint splatters on the surface of the shield,
Since the inner handle of this shield is loose, there is relatively ample space for holding it.
Under the heavy pressure, the upper half of the shield tilted slightly toward Pei Jing uncontrollably.
And this tilt just made the movement trajectory of the scimitar aim at Pei Jing's neck again.
There were bursts of exclamations from the audience,
Because of the height difference between the two sides, Jialuo's scimitar will definitely hit him earlier than the Han sword.
Without enough time to think, Pei Jing also deflected the Han sword, pushing the sword forward and blocking the scimitar.
The sword grids of most Han swords are relatively small and are often used as decorations.
And this sword is for actual combat. The sword grid is long and straight. It can protect your own hands from being cut, block the opponent's weapon, and on this basis, guide and even control the direction of the opponent's weapon.
Tear--
At this moment, Pei Jing completely forgot that he was on the ring. He held the hilt of the sword and pushed the sword forward.
You must not retreat or sheath your sword now;
The blade of the scimitar has a curvature. Once it is released from the control of the sword grid, the opponent can push the scimitar sideways and use the bending of the blade to reduce resistance and cut forward.
Stalemate, then, shield attack.
Pei Jing slapped the shield in her left hand forward hard. At this angle, the opponent had to retreat, otherwise he would be hit in the ribs by the shield. At worst, the weapon would be thrown away, or at worst, the talisman would be directly activated and the game would be lost.
However, Jia Luo never thought of retreating.
She suddenly raised her right arm, causing the scimitar to move back a few inches. She turned her wrist, and with the help of Pei Jing pushing the sword forward, she completely flipped the direction of the scimitar.
At the same time, Jialuo tapped his toes on the ground, like an enchanting Orchid performing a Hu Xuan dance, twisting his waist to give his arms enough strength,
The tip of the scimitar was like a poisonous scorpion barb, stabbing Pei Jing's neck.
Zheng!
The sound of gold and iron interlaced sounded, and the red light of the talisman shone on the side of Pei Jing's neck.
He subconsciously took a half step forward, with a look of surprise on his face.
"call..."
Jialuo let out a long breath, took back his swinging posture, saluted Pei Jing, and said in the not-so-standard Chang'an Mandarin: "Process."
This life-and-death fight only lasted a few breaths. Students with better eyesight and fighting skills could see that Jialuo ended the game in one fell swoop with his unexpected killing move.
And some students didn't even have time to see the action clearly.
"Pei Silang lost?"
"how come?!"
"impossible..."
There was a lot of noise in the audience. After being briefly surprised, Pei Jing came back to her senses, nodded towards Jialuo and said, "I lost. Your scimitar is very powerful."
"Hey, my teacher taught you well."
Jialuo smiled and put away his scimitar, and waved to his brother and clan members in the audience.
"Tsk,"
Li Wei smacked his lips and frowned: "This scimitar changes moves so fast that I can't even react. And this move doesn't look like a serious Turkic guard's martial arts."
"How to say?"
Yang Yu asked curiously: "Is there any difference?"
"Yeah. The Turkic guards also used scimitars, but they mostly cooperated with horse fighting, using dragging and cutting methods to kill the enemy and penetrate the enemy formation with the help of the charge of the horses. And her scimitar moves just now were more like It’s designed specifically for solo use.”
Li Wei thought about it and said slowly: "Her teacher is very powerful."
"Is it..."
Yang Yu's martial arts attainments were not very good. He didn't know or understand. He turned to look at Li Ang and found that Li Ang also had a serious expression on his face, "Huh? Risheng, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking,"
Li Ang narrowed his eyes and said, "If it were me on the stage, could I use the Han Sword to block the sword just now?"
Yang Yu, who claimed to know Li Ang, was surprised, "You also know swords?"
"Know a thing or two."
Li Ang paused for a moment. There was a wealth of human body mechanics information in the database in his mind.
Understand human physiology, anatomy and theoretical physics, and know the structure, function and movement rules of human movement organs.
Leverage of the musculoskeletal system,
The direction and angle of joint movement,
Muscle strength and energy,
How the brain regulates the musculoskeletal system...
These should be considered martial arts, right?
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