The poplar mustered up his courage, attacked first, stepped out, and the wooden knife in his hand went straight to Yuanping's throat.

With a "snap", Yuan Ping came out with his back hand, but it was the last to come first, and the knife hit Yangshu's head.

Yang Shu felt dizzy for a while, and the strength in his hand also dissipated, and in a trance, he saw Yuan Ping raise his knife again and wanted to slash, and hurriedly withdrew the wooden knife and held it horizontally in front of him to block.

The sound of "pop, pop, snap" echoed in the dojo, and Genpei slashed at various parts of Yangshu's body at a very fast speed, and his blocking stance did not block any of the knives.

Yang Shu only felt that there were dozens of knives slashing at him at the same time, and there were remnants of the wooden knife in front of him, and he couldn't see the trajectory of Yuan Ping's shot at all, so he could only move the wooden knife in his hand to block it as much as possible, but he lost the other, left and right, and the wooden knife in Yuan Ping's hand slashed at his body one after another, although it was not fatal or injured, but the severe pain all over his body was constantly sending him one signal after another:

"You can't beat him!"

"There's no chance of winning like this, you don't know how to use a knife at all. ”

"You don't have a talent for knives. ”

He clenched the hilt of his knife and continued his defenses to no avail, enduring blow after blow.

"Ha, ha, ha" poplar's physical energy was rapidly depleted, his breathing was short, and his chest was constantly rising and falling.

"Pure, decisive, put to death and then live ······" He recalled what Genpei had said before, and suppressed his rapid breathing, his beating heart, and his dizzy mind.

"The sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers. ”

Another knife slashed at the poplar's head from top to bottom, and he saw Genping's raised hand.

"Smack" was another sound of a wooden knife slashing at flesh.

The almost imperceptible second slash of "pop" sounded almost simultaneously with the first.

Yuanping's knife was held in Yangshu's left hand, Yangshu's knife, and the forward stab was dodged by Yuanping's head, he took advantage of the momentum to press down, and the blade fell on Yuanping's shoulder, making a "snap" sound.

Yang Shu grabbed Genping's blade with his hand, restricted his movement, directly found the position of his body, and decisively handed out a knife, hitting it for the first time.

"Yes, you're qualified. Genhei took back the knife and put it on his shoulder, and said, "I can touch Issei without training at all." ”

"Hiss" Poplar pestle the wooden knife, feeling pain all over his body, and couldn't help but gasp.

"Did he use only one layer of force?" he recalled, the stormy slash from before, and his heart palpitated.

"Oh, yes, I forgot. Looking at the poplar's reaction, Yuan Ping remembered something, quickly ran to an LCD screen next to the dojo, and entered an energy.

The LCD screen lights up and is an operation interface.

Genhei chose voice control, and he said, "Lift the pain simulation." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Shu felt the pain in his whole body disappear, and jumped twice in place.

"Why did my wounds heal so quickly?" he asked, confused.

"Actually, you're not injured," Genhei explained as he walked towards the poplar tree, "The force of the blow just now was actually absorbed by a layer of energy field covering your body, and the pain you felt was a brainwave intervention signal directly applied by a formation here after calculating the effect of the force." ”

"So scientific?" Poplar looked shocked.

"Well, that's one of the most useful perks in the Federation. ”

"Then why are there only two of us here?"

"The site here uses the technique of spatial overlap, where the people in it are spatially separated, but the total space occupied remains the same. ”

"Oh. Poplar nodded abruptly, but he didn't understand at all.

"It's not early, let's go have lunch first. Yuan Ping said, turning around and walking towards the teleportation array.

Yang Shu also followed and returned to the noodle shop, and the two of them each ate a large bowl of noodles and returned to the training dojo.

The two were still holding knives facing each other, three meters apart.

"Now, I'll teach you the first basic movement of the knife technique, the split. Yuan Ping said, and at the same time raised his hand and slashed in the air.

"The key to chopping is to keep the blade in the middle line of the body, and keep your hands straight up and down, without shifting. When you raise your hands up, don't spread your elbows apart, and your shoulders will naturally relax······" Genhei patiently taught the poplar the posture of the knife.

It took more than ten minutes for Yang Shu to learn the action of "splitting" decently, and he was full of momentum when he came out of the knife.

"Well, yes, let's learn this one move this week. Genpei, who was on the side, looked at the posture of the poplar waving the knife and nodded affirmatively.

"If nothing else, I'm free every Sunday morning, you can just come to the noodle shop to find me, if you want to come to this training ground when you're alone, you can switch the teleportation mode of the teleportation array by entering this energy frequency. As he spoke, Genping shot a blue energy mass at the poplar tree, and the energy mass vibrated at a specific frequency.

Poplar grasped the energy mass in the palm of his hand and wrote down this particular frequency.

"Okay, I still have to go first, for daily training, you just need to swing the knife 10,000 times a day. After saying that, Yuan Ping stepped into the teleportation array again, and his figure disappeared, leaving only Yang Shu alone in the huge dojo.

"Ten thousand knives?" Yang Shu flipped his wrist and looked at the wooden knife in his hand, "Let's start!"

“1,2,3······”

"Whew, whew, whew······"

The rhythmic breathing and counting sounds of the poplar echoed in the dojo, sweat falling like rain, and his eyes were unwavering.

The sun shifted to the west, time gradually passed, and the windows on both sides of the dojo actually had large expanses of autumn light shining in, pulling the shadow of the poplar tree to grow longer, the area of sweat under his feet became larger and larger, and the swing of the knife became slower and slower, but what remained unchanged was a focused expression.

“9999······ 10000。 ”

By the time of the last two numbers, Yang Shu didn't even have the strength to speak, and he barely tried to get it out of his throat, and after swinging the 10,000th knife, he lay directly backwards on the ground, and his muscles were paralyzed.

"Hmph, the carving insect is a little skill, but Er'er. ”

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On the afternoon when Yang Shu stayed in the dojo and wielded a knife, the Federation's retired cadre Ryujin Quanzang was transferred to the Tokyo branch to deal with the riots of the Mew clan, and a mysterious man named "Seven Sins" parachuted into the Alpha Mobile Team overnight and obtained the qualification of a trainee.

Many people have smelled a hint of the undercurrent.

After lying in the dojo for about ten minutes, Yang Shu finally regained his strength, dragged his exhausted body back to the noodle shop using the teleportation array, ordered a large bowl of beef noodles, and after a while of gobbling up, he rested on his seat for ten minutes, and then pushed his bicycle home with staggering steps.

"It's not that I don't want to get in the car, it's that my hands are too numb. Yang Shu thought of the nearly one-kilometer long journey home, and wanted to cry without tears.

On the streets, it is already the beginning of the lights, and the crowds are surging, and it is just the time for people to get off work and come home from school.

The autumn breeze with a little coolness, blowing past his ears, soothing his tired body, most of the pedestrians on the road have just gotten off work, some are busy picking up children, some are in a hurry to buy vegetables and go home to cook, are in a hurry, the face is dull, but the eyes are also full of yearning for the future, the satisfaction of ordinary life.

The poplar tree is one of the ten thousand forms of this being, perhaps a less ordinary one.

He thought back to his experiences since joining the Federation, and was amazed by the wonder of this world, who would have thought that under the calm and beauty of real life, there were so many vicious and treacherous things?

After returning home, taking a medicinal bath, completing his daily routine of cultivation, and then applying to the Federation for a standard wooden knife for training, Poplar's day was over.

The next day, Monday, Yang Shu changed his habit of getting up as late as he could, got up early in the morning, opened the door after washing, and saw a mail box placed at the door.

"The speed of the Federation's material distribution is simply crushing the distribution of the same city in a certain east!" Yang Shu took the box back indoors and sighed.

When I opened the box, there was a wooden knife inside, and there was a stack of instructions next to the wooden knife.

Yang Shu held the wooden knife in his hand, and it was delicate and warm, not like wood, but more like a high-grade jade with body temperature.

He swung it a few times, and found that this wooden knife felt far better than the one he used in the dojo before, and the weight, center of gravity distribution, and length were very much in line with his habits, and it was simply tailor-made.

He flipped through the manual.

"This wooden knife is made from a 10,000-year-old 'King Kong Tree' that grows on the border of the universe, and has the reputation of 'Demon Knife Shattering Star', and has super strength and hardness. Physical parameters such as density, Young's modulus, and coefficient of thermal expansion are shown in the following table······"

Below is a long table full of various physical parameters, which looks like a head-scratcher.

Suddenly, a voice came into the room from outside the poplar's open door: "Poplar, where did you buy this wooden knife?"

He Shuyi was about to go out when he happened to meet a poplar tree.

"I bought it at Dongting Lake when I took a break from junior high school and went on a vacation. Poplar replied.

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"Really?" He Shuyi looked at the words "Demon Knife Shattered Star" on the express box and asked suspiciously.

"Sister He, whether what I said is true or not, you are going to be late for work anyway. ”

"Oh no!" He Shuyi shouted and ran to the elevator.

He Shuyi works far away from the apartment building, and he has to go out at 6 a.m. every morning to catch the first subway.

After Yang Shu packed up the delivery box, he went out with a knife and a schoolbag, came to a small park nearby, and bought some breakfast on the way.

However, it is not calm in the small park, you can see the aunts and uncles who exercise in the morning everywhere, and the poplars can be roughly divided into two factions at a glance.

The art school of square dancing, aerobics, and ballroom dancing is mostly composed of middle-aged and elderly women;

The athletic school of tai chi, sword dancing and running is mostly middle-aged and elderly men;

In the narrow parkland, the heroes are divided, and the smoke is everywhere, and there are open and secret battles for the turf.

Poplar carried a knife and stepped into the troubled world of the early morning in the park.