No matter how much emphasis is placed on technical combat, physical fitness still plays a very important role.
Although weapons and skills can indeed make up for shortcomings, this at best allows the weak to stand on a level with the strong and use their own strengths to cover up their weaknesses. If the opponent with superior physical fitness has equivalent weapons and has the same rich combat skills and experience, then the opponent's winning rate will still be higher.
People who like to brag about the omnipotence of weapons usually have no real experience in using weapons. It is true that no matter how strong your body is, you will still bleed to death if you are cut or stabbed with a sword. But just the matter of using a weapon smoothly actually requires a lot of physical fitness.
In fierce fighting, laymen will often tighten their muscles and even forget to breathe. If they are not professionally trained, even if they hold a sword in their hands, they will be exhausted within a few minutes due to improper breathing control.
And even though there is no distinction between Rigar and the Kingdom of the Moon, most common weapons are controlled at a weight that ordinary adults can use, and they are still difficult to describe as light. Without a certain amount of arm strength and stamina, you won't be able to swing them effectively.
Breathing, endurance, and a cool head. Many of these things are innate. Even if they can be cultivated, some will grow faster and slower based on individual differences, and how high they can grow in the end will also be limited by personal qualities.
There is a gap between people. It is said that if you hone your skills, you can make up for them and catch up. In fact, most of the time they are just words used to comfort people with mediocre qualifications. Even if weapons can fill the gap between physical fitness and physique to a large extent, they still cannot change the fact that this gap exists.
Then let alone hand-to-hand combat without weapons.
"Okay! Come on!" As the bonfire swayed, cheers rang out from all around.
In unarmed combat, the physical difference is an insurmountable wall.
No matter how hard you train, people who are lighter and shorter will feel very embarrassed when facing an opponent who is one weight higher.
In the center of the field is a cleared dirt field, surrounded by some straw mats and sand as a border.
Countless people gathered outside the circle to watch the two people confronting each other. Standing in the right corner was a typical Kazuto dress, but he was still shirtless in the cold weather. He has a very strong figure. He lowers his posture and puts his hands on his knees. In this posture, he shows his big body and round waist, which makes him look very majestic.
The person on the other side was dressed as if he were drinking tea at home, standing leisurely. Even at the critical moment when this fight was about to begin, he was wearing a strange mask, as if he was not worried about his breathing and breathing. Vision is affected as well.
But no one dared to underestimate this laid-back guy, firstly because he looked down on the physique of everyone around him, and secondly because this man had defeated eight opponents before.
If it weren't for this, he would come out on top every year in the festival, and Lord Soujiro, who is known as the Tiger of the Swamp, wouldn't be so competitive that he would personally take action on the first day of the festival.
"Ha-ah!" He was taller and must have weighed more. But judging from his stance and previous performances, Soujiro judged that this man obviously didn't know how to wrestle.
He lowered his posture and lowered his center of gravity while shouting loudly. It seemed that he was trying to scare people in a very public way, but his approach was actually quite cautious.
Soujiro is 48 this year. Youdao is afraid of young people and old people. At nearly fifty years old, he has actually passed the best period of wrestling. This is why he always chose to appear at the end in previous years. It is not that he has lost his enthusiasm for this kind of sport. , but must retain physical fitness.
At this age, it would take a few days to recover from an injury. If he were to play from the beginning, he might not be able to maintain his position as the champion for many years.
But this time, he really had to go.
As a past champion, it was customary for him to attend the midnight bonfire party during the wrestling event where the gods and shrine maidens danced to support the gods. This year, it was the same as always. Although there were some young people with strong physical strength, most of the people who came to the first night meeting were a little less than ready. It was supposed to be just a group of novices fighting each other, and he just sat on it and gave pointers.
But for some reason, a guy who was almost seven feet tall and looked like Oni suddenly came out of the crowd and easily knocked down all the newcomers present.
Then, just when Soujiro had a premonition that something was wrong and was about to leave on the pretext of urinating, the crowd unexpectedly burst into a clamor, asking him to come on.
It’s hard to get off the tiger.
This opponent obviously lacks experience, but he has a good foundation. Dealing with such a person and on the first night of the festival was simply the worst situation for him. Because he will definitely need to expend considerable energy to defeat his opponent. At this age, it is still doubtful whether he can return to his full strength in a few days.
If he wins, this group of people will only take it for granted. If he loses, his position as champion will be lost, and the wealth and fame that will come with it will also be gone - although he doesn't think he will lose, but If he spends too much energy here, his condition will be lacking in the more important duels in the next few nights.
The inner struggle manifested outwardly, turning into small steps that lowered the center of gravity. Although he kept shouting loudly and slapping his thighs, Soujiro never rushed forward.
"Why is Soujiro-sama so hesitant?" There were whispers among the crowd.
Delaying time is not good for him. This opponent has already fought against eight people. Judging from his inexperience, he must have exhausted a lot of energy. Thinking like this, the champion lowered his center of gravity and rushed forward with a loud shout of "Wow!"
The posture he adopted was the one he should take when facing an opponent with a higher weight than himself. He used his shorter height to lower his center of gravity and was less likely to be knocked down. The opponent's long hands and feet made him less likely to be knocked down. There are more parts to trip over.
"Pah!!" A strong palm grabbed the opponent's waist and left leg, and then Soujiro rushed forward at an extremely fast speed and put his shoulder on the opponent's body.
"Okay!" "Soujiro-sama!" The crowd burst out with cheers like a tsunami for this powerful attack. This was his usual signature move. He threw his opponent to the ground before he could react. Many people They were all directly defeated by this move.
"Goooo——" But this time, the blushing champion was unable to shake the opponent in front of him.
"Is this guy taking root under his feet?"
"Unexpectedly, even that Soujiro-sama—" The whispers among the crowd struck Soujiro's heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never knock his opponent down.
"Shit, this guy must be Oni wearing a mask and pretending to be a human!" He cursed in his heart. Soujiro, who was convinced that the opponent must be inhuman, no longer planned to hold back. He changed his posture and moved one leg from the opponent's two arms. He reached in between his legs, and then hooked his ankle while pushing his body with the other hand, intending to destroy his balance just like this.
"Bang!!" But once again, it didn't move at all.
"Huh--" The other party, our Mr. Sage, who had been silent and motionless, breathed lightly, and then changed his posture.
"Oh, are you going to fight back?" The extremely vigilant Swamp Tiger quickly retracted his body and then lowered his center of gravity again.
"Wha--" The opponent spread his legs and then reached out his hand condescendingly to grab his shoulder. "It's so fast, but it's not fast enough!" Soujiro thought in his heart, and then stretched out his hand faster than Henry: "Bang!!" The wrestling turned into wrestling again, and he grabbed the sage's hand. He turned his hand behind his body and planned to throw it over his shoulder, but Henry withdrew his hand in an instant like a loach.
"Tear-" The sleeve grabbed by Soujiro was torn off in an instant, and before the champion, known as the Swamp Tiger, had time to react, he felt his feet leave the ground.
"Ohhhhhhh!!"
The crowd burst into a flood of cheers, and the champion who was lifted into the air immediately realized what had happened.
"What the hell."
"Boom-boom!!" The sage fell backwards, knocking the battle-hardened champion unconscious.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!!" The lively crowd who came to the festival let out a wave of cheers. Wrestling, a simple and crude but very powerful and ornamental sport, is very suitable for such an occasion, and what Henry said The Rigal-style back throw that they had never seen before made these people feel that it was worth the ticket price.
"A new champion is born!"
"Anonymous wearing a mask! Anonymous who is seven feet tall like Oni! Even the Swamp Tiger was defeated by him!" The host who was responsible for heating up the atmosphere jumped out and began to praise Henry, who was still standing, and Soujiro's disciples and followers quickly ran up to check whether he was seriously injured. But the answer is very obvious. The sage will not kill him in this situation. The panicked disciples pinched each other and one of them took out a bamboo water bottle and started to fill him with water. As a result, Soujiro, who was choked and woke up, was rewarded with a slap on his head. , coughing and cursing, "You want to choke me to death."
"Huh——" Henry, who was standing in the middle of the field and was indifferent to the cheers, turned around and caught a glimpse of Sakura and Mira standing in the crowd. The Luoan girl mouthed "Mr. Sage is such a terrible adult", and He shrugged impassively.
The sound wave came one after another, and the champion who got up from the ground and found that he was not really hurt took a look at this strange and tall man, and walked to another place accompanied by his entourage.
The lively activities are still going on. Although the wrestling is over and there are unexpected developments, this does not prevent people from continuing to celebrate in other ways.
And the reason why our Mr. Sage attended this event was obviously not as simple as simply enjoying the atmosphere and doing as the Romans do.
"Fuck—" A pleasant metallic sound came from the gorgeous cloth bag. The courtesan and Luoan girl who reunited looked at Henry, and Mira asked: "How much did you earn?"
"Six taels." The sage shrugged. He was going for the bonus in the first place.
"Yes, it's almost my previous day's expenses." The oiran nodded seriously, while Mira rolled her eyes. The currency called "liang" in the Moon Kingdom is the same currency as the imperial gold coins. The high-grade, one-tael money is an oblong golden coin with a hole in the middle, made of a mixture of silver and gold. Under it, there are similar silver coins, as well as the smallest round copper coin, which is about the size of a palm.
Participating in a wrestling conference to make money is a coincidence, because there is actually not much money left from the samurai. This is also the fault of the two ladies. Mira and Sakura spent a lot of money eating and drinking after going to the streets. They were originally alone. The sage who was staying in the hotel saw that the two of them had not bought much and almost came back empty-handed. Only then did they realize that all the clothes they had bought had been thrown back and exchanged for silver coins, and they had eaten and drank them all.
"But the wine in Moon Country is so weak, it feels like drinking water." Facing his prodigal disciple, he wrinkled his pretty little eyebrows and looked proud instead of ashamed. Even Henry held his forehead in a rare gesture. Sighed.
In the end, they had to resort to this strategy, although it was indeed an easy bonus for the sage. As long as 2 taels of the 6 taels are divided, they can buy everything again. The rest can be used to buy some more necessary things and keep it for travel expenses.
They walked through the crowd. Although Henry stole the show in wrestling just now, in such a lively festival, one wave always overshadowed the other, and people's attention was quickly attracted to the next one. The event was attracted, and no one paid much attention to them——
No one there.
Except Soujiro.
"Brother, please stay!"
The former champion with a dozen people came out from behind. Seeing that he was unconvinced and wanted to regain his place, Mira quietly retracted her hand under the cover of her wide sleeves and held the stuffed inside A short knife on the belt.
But the unfolding she expected did not happen. The Swamp Tiger, who originally looked menacing under the dim firelight, suddenly rubbed his head and grinned:
"Thank you for your mercy just now. I underestimated you. I thought you were an amateur, but you didn't put on any show because it was simply not necessary."
"Would you like to cooperate with me and make a lot of money?"
He laughed and said this.
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