After a quarter of an hour, Yun Ming stopped practicing the moves. In these short ten minutes, he had launched dozens of air flashes, but failed repeatedly. The success rate was less than half of the total. Yun Ming could clearly feel that his mental power reserve had dropped below the warning line.
"My eyes are getting blurry, I lose focus, my mouth is dry, I have slight palpitations, and my limbs are starting to feel weak. Are these signs of mental stress?" Yun Ming raised his hand and pressed his temples, feeling that the veins under his skin were bulging wildly. : "It's very similar to the symptoms of fatigue. No wonder I didn't notice the problem immediately during the battle with Lin He. Because I mistook these abnormal conditions as signs of fatigue."
"With my current physical fitness, I am afraid that the amount of exercise just now is not enough to warm up. I have no choice but to practice ordinary fighting skills first and slowly wait for my mp (mana) to return to full."
Due to insufficient mana, Yun Ming had to end the first stage of practice hastily, but he did not immediately start other exercises. Instead, he took out his notebook and recorded the summary of the experience he had just accumulated.
"I practiced this set of moves a total of forty-one times, and the air flash failed to activate as many as thirty times; and the eleven "successful" times were also obtained by unparalleled interruptions. In short, I actually haven’t successfully completed a complete move.”
"Is it because I lack training and can't multi-task? Or is it because multiple powers cannot be used at the same time, and my experiment is just trying to make ends meet? There is no answer to this question yet."
Although Yun Ming couldn't be sure of any possibility, he already had a plan in his mind: "Let's continue practicing for now. If I really can't share the two powers, then I have to give up Wushuang and practice Kong alone. Just dodge and assassinate him at close range."
"Despite that, this set of moves still has the value of practice. First, I use air flash to smooth the distance between me and the enemy. When I reach the blind spot of the enemy's sight, I immediately activate Wushuang to give him an instant explosive blow. Tsk... It seems that the seamless switching between the two abilities will be put on the practice schedule."
Yun Ming once again recalled the battle with Lin He that night: "By the way, I also need to strengthen my ability to "find the landing point of the air flash during the battle." If I can't teleport to a tricky attack angle, Then this set of moves has no practical significance."
"You can also prepare some fake moves to make it easier to attack in the east and in the west to deceive the enemy..."
"And the combination of ordinary sword skills and supernatural powers..."
"Ah, don't forget. My sword-drawing skills are in urgent need of improvement. My sword-drawing speed is still not fast enough..."
Yun Ming, who was obsessed with checking for omissions and filling them in, added hundreds of new words to his notebook. After checking again and again, he pressed down the pen cap with satisfaction: "Okay, there should be nothing missing."
Looking at the papers in front of him that were crowded with words, even Yunming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "There is a long way to go. If we don't hurry up, the prototype of this skill will have to wait until the year of the monkey before it can be used in combat."
The natural recovery of mental power takes a lot of time, so Yun Ming has no choice but to put aside the training of his skills. He planned to take advantage of this time to practice the "Dushan Andi Jue", so it was not a waste of good time.
Suddenly, a low hoarse voice belonging to a certain man came from above Yun Ming's head:
"Are you thinking about your own unique skills?"
This barely formed Chinese sentence sounded familiar to Yun Ming, but the tone was somewhat different. He looked up and saw that he knew the person who was speaking - a member of the Renaissance Organization, Mahanand Diego.
"It's you, Lao Ma." Yun Ming waved to Diego: "It's just an idea, a crude thing with many flaws."
The location where Diego was standing was at the bar at the stern of the ship, one level higher than the deck. There is a large dance floor outside the bar, and Diego is hanging on the railing at the edge of the dance floor, so he can overlook the deck from a high position. Listen to what I just said
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The implication was that he had probably watched the entire process of Yun Ming's training.
Yun Ming didn't realize at all that his every move before was being watched secretly. However, this was not something that had to be hidden. He had only had a successful collaboration with Diego two days ago, so he told the truth and had nothing to hide.
Diego jumped directly from the dance floor more than three meters above the ground to the deck and came to Yun Ming.
Before, the two of them were far apart, and Yun Ming had not noticed the strange smell; but when Diego was close at hand, the strong, strange smell of a mixture of various alcoholic drinks immediately penetrated Yun Ming's nostrils crazily. You know, this is a very windy sea. Diego stood outside for almost half an hour, and the strong sea breeze couldn't blow away the "smell of wine" on his body. It can be imagined that this person must have had a rough time these days. A life of eating alcohol.
Poor Yun Ming resisted the desire to retching and tried his best to maintain the surface politeness: "Old Ma, what's wrong with your throat? It's a lot deeper."
Yun Ming was quite embarrassed by this, because Diego's huge change in appearance was not just a mere voice. Of course, Yun Ming knew the origin of Diego's unshaven, unkempt, and slovenly appearance, so he would not ask questions that might touch the latter's pain points.
Diego's eyes were red and he replied nonchalantly: "Oh, I drank too much and vomited several times. The gastric juice burned the vocal cords."
"You... need to take care of yourself."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm a ghost-level ability user. If I don't drink to this extent, I won't be drunk at all." Diego burped at the right time and giggled: "If you can't get drunk, then what's the point of drinking? …”
Yun Ming looked at it quietly and found that Diego was really not drunk: he was conscious, his speech logic was normal, and his body coordination and balance were also online. He was not drunk, talking nonsense, and swinging his legs. The image of a drunkard who can't stand still. In Diego's current state, he can only be considered tipsy at best.
"Such an exaggerated alcohol intake is only to the point of blushing. The physique of a ghost-level ability user is too strong." Yun Ming muttered silently in his heart.
"Yun Ming!"
Diego howled suddenly, startling Yun Ming.
"ah?"
"Your knife doesn't work."
"how?"
"That's the one." Diego pointed at Aoimon Echizen Yasuki, with a strong resentment in his tone: "I can see it clearly from above, and I understand what you are thinking - you plan to shoot left and right.
"The right hand is your dominant hand, so the long knife is the main weapon; the short blade on the left hand is light and easy to assassinate at close range. Am I right?"
Yun Ming nodded, that was indeed his plan.
"It's a good idea, but you shouldn't use it as a secondary weapon." Diego shook his head and said, "You will be very tired from using it."
"Why?"
Diego did not answer the question directly, but borrowed Aoimon Echizen Yasutsugu's hand and looked at it carefully, and popularized the history of the samurai sword to Yun Ming:
"You have to know that the shape of Japanese swords has changed a lot with the passage of time. The sword shape has gone through Heian, Kamakura, Nanbokucha, Muromachi, Azuchi Momoyama, Edo, Shogunate until modern times, and the shape has become the same It’s a far cry from previous generations.”
"Since the end of the Heian period, weapons and knives have been continuously improved in order to adapt to horse fighting. Due to changes in fighting styles, the shape change of Japanese swords is mainly reflected in the change from straight swords to scimitars. Straight swords are suitable for stabbing. , the scimitar is suitable for slashing."
"As for your sword, according to my judgment, it is a fine product made of modern metallurgical technology and special materials. Its prototype should be a masterpiece made by the famous swordsmith Echizen Yasutsugi in the Edo period of Japan." Aoimon Echizen Yasutsugu, one of the Twenty-One Skills of the Great Knife."
"Even if you don't push it
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To determine the age of this rib, it can be seen from just observation that its shape is a typical scimitar. If you use a machete to stab the enemy directly, isn't that getting twice the result with half the effort? "
After explaining, Diego handed the ribs back to Yun Ming.
"Awesome, you really have a keen eye. You said your score is spot on."
Yun Ming gave Diego a thumbs up. He had recalled that Xia Yan once introduced that Diego had studied swordsmanship from all major schools in the world for many years. This knowledge must have come easily to him.
"The knife is a good knife, but it's a pity that you didn't use it in the right place." After Diego finished speaking, he took off the strip wrapped in a cloth bag from behind and threw it into Yun Ming's hand: "Come and try this."
Yun Ming opened the bag and took out the contents. Inside was a left-handed dagger that was about a foot long, with an exquisite shape and complicated patterns.
"Spanish left-handed sword, maybe you still have an impression of it. It is the one I used in Xumiza that day. Although it looks very exquisite, please don't worry, it is not an antique. Just like your tachi and ribs, This sword is also a modern replica."
After introducing the origin of the dagger, Diego enthusiastically invited Yun Ming to try the sword: "This long, narrow and slender sword is very suitable for one-handed use. Its main function is to thrust. It is simply a weapon tailor-made for you. .”
Yun Ming knew something about the left-handed sword, and after a closer look, he found many clues in the shape of the sword: "Old Ma, this dagger of yours has a lot of mystery. Ordinary left-handed daggers are based on effectively blocking the opponent's swordsman. Swords are designed for attack, and their main function is protection. Some daggers are even equipped with hooks on their blades to hook or break the opponent's sword. Overall, this is an auxiliary tool This kind of weapon was originally intended to make up for the fencing technique that emphasized lightness at the expense of defense."
"But your sword doesn't seem to have the defensive function it should have. On the contrary, I think it is a murderous and blood-soaked weapon." Yun Ming raised the dagger and placed it in the clear sky and bright sunshine. Bottom: "Look at its blade, how sharp and beautiful it is."
"Good vision." Diego nodded frequently, pleased with Yun Ming's knowledge: "For an ability user, that worthless defense is too much, so I redesigned the sword shape. In the end, I got this sword that any assassin or thief in the Middle Ages would fall in love with."
"That's true." Yun Ming waved the dagger and stabbed straight ahead: "It feels great, far more than the ribs."
"It's yours now."
Diego said calmly.
"What?"
Yun Ming was so shocked that the hand holding the sword trembled: "I can't take this."
"It's okay, I don't need it anymore." Diego smiled and pushed Yun Ming's extended dagger away: "I made this decision when I was watching you practice sword practice up there, so I came back here specially. Go to the room, otherwise do you think I would take it with me?"
"I don't understand why you don't need this sword anymore?"
"It's simple. Because I will be leaving the organization for a while, Chief Xia Yan approved my resignation application and gave me a long leave."
"...I'm sorry about that."
"Don't get sad over something like this."
Diego raised his hand and patted Yun Ming's shoulder: "You don't belong here, and I'm only temporarily absent. One day, I will still come back."
After leaving these words, Diego left without looking back. Judging from the current speed, the Hurricane will successfully pass through the Makassar Strait tonight and dock at Ujung Pandang, a port city on the west side of Sulawesi Island. Diego will take this opportunity to disembark and return to his and Pedro's hometown - Madrid County in Southern Europe.
Yun Ming watched this new friend he had just met walk away. He didn't know whether the word "here" in the latter's sentence "You don't belong here" refers to the Renaissance Organization or the entire world of this world.
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