Chapter 288: Swordsmanship-Martial Arts (2)
In the history of human beings on Earth, Bob Monton, the fastest gun-drawer, set a feat of 0.0175 seconds to draw a gun and fire two different targets, and no earthly creature can escape the attack after being locked by it within range, some say that he is the prototype of McRae.
There is also a Japanese swordsman, born in 1973, the 42-year-old Japanese Machii Xunsu stood 21 meters away, slashing the oncoming pea-sized BB bullet with a knife, in addition to the knife to split the BB bullet, he has also cut the tennis ball with a speed of 820 kilometers per hour and the baseball with a speed of 500 kilometers, they can be said to be the ceiling of the earth's personal strength.
So, what about the Avarangas?
They walk, survive, and breathe in an environment that is seven times the gravitational pull of the Earth.
An adult wizard who has undergone formal compulsory education and has the qualifications to meet the standards has the strength of two tons of one arm, the ability to see at night, the endurance to sprint for two hours without blessings, and the stats of the warriors will be even better, they are superhumans, so, after training, they will definitely not be weaker than earthlings.
The so-called martial arts is the technique of boxing and using weapons, when the power of nature is not enough to threaten the human population, when civilization begins to appear, this kind of thing is more used to deal with the same kind, so that every move and style is aimed at the weakness of the same kind.
But it's different here.
There are intelligent races other than humans, and people have classified these human-like monsters and named them "aliens", and these "aliens" are worthy of their nickname: some races with greater strength can break the joints of uncultivated humans by brute force. The same appearance, different strength, and natural differences are so great that they are desperate, and Mother Nature who created these races does not seem to have thought about any fairness from beginning to end.
So, in the past, what were ordinary people who were classified as "outliers"?
It's [Slave], [Servant], [Reserve Grain], and [Delicious Desserts].
In a sense, the Holy See has made outstanding and indelible contributions to the peaceful coexistence of various races, the power of wizards lies in knowledge, and knowledge can be learned by intelligent beings, as long as there is a turn at that historical turning point, the style of Albert's travel story may change, and in the face of the gap like a moat, what else has human beings done in addition to studying magic?
It was still the spacious hall, it was still the stone pillar, and Lu Kay was calm, ready to swing his fist, and the slow warm air flow blew the two handfuls of gray hair between his temples, about a finger long, and the gray hair that had not been combed for a long time swayed gently, and looked at the stone pillar with razor-sharp eyes, as if it was not a stone pillar, but an opponent who could give it his all.
Here we go.
The muscles of the ββββ of the foot tensed instantly, and the muscles of the soles of the feet on the ground contracted, like gecko grasping the ground, fixing his body, and around the soles of the feet, fine cracks spread, and the ground under his feet seemed to let out a painful groan, constantly sinking.
The bent body lifted on the waist ββββ suddenly straightened, and the small human body made the air tremble a little at this moment, as if it could shatter the mountains.
The skeleton that stretches ββββ the spine is like steel, carrying infinite strange power, every muscle fiber is trembling, roaring, and it has achieved a huge force that ordinary people can't do, and with the convergence of the whole body's strength to further increase, it almost makes this tempered body burst open.
When this extreme punch is struckββββ the joint twist gathers all the power into one point, and then, the world slows down.
Or more accurately, he got faster.
The man who called himself a swordsman arrived at the world of sound with his fist, the white ring mist appeared from the air around the fist, the air became viscous, and it was torn apart by this fist in milliseconds, the supersonic movement that occurred within this short meter triggered a sonic boom, the huge sound was stopped by the best shield in advance, this force was unstoppable, when the fist touched the stone, it was like hitting tofu, it was dented, shattered, this blow was enough to make the strongest martial arts master on the earth fall to his knees.
But the owner of that power had only deep regret in his eyes: "It's too slow." β
He hasn't reached his limit yet.
The destroyed structure was repaired the moment he closed his fist with the magic power he used, and then, the faster punch arrived.
The man turned into a monster in human form, a rampaging machine, the tyrannical power did not fade from the blows again and again, but intensified, the organs were the engine, the fists were the hammers of steel, his fists were always in the same position, the landing point of the fists hit left and right, the error would not even exceed a centimeter, and the torn air made a sound similar to birdsong, echoing throughout the hall.
But he wasn't satisfied.
Very, very, not satisfied.
"Why, what went wrong, how did the old man do it, wasn't my training enough? Sure enough, many things still need time. β
The final end was a blow between square inches, and the power that erupted in a short distance was still beyond common sense.
"Teacher. The smirking toddler came over with a basin of water, and was so skilled that he could tell that he had done so many times.
"You kid. The water crawled on his skin and returned to the basin, which was the cleaning complete, "Why is it here, I don't have to go to school today?" "It's the weekend, of course I don't have to go to class." "What about the homework, have you finished your homework?" "I... "Do it, do your homework before you can play!" he shouted, "or double the amount of training today!" "Oh... β
"Wait a minute, come back!" Lunsey gave him a few copper coins, "It's hot, go buy a few bottles of drinks, senior brother and brother have a share." "Hmm!"
Looking at the child who ran out of the gate wildly, he breathed a sigh of relief, his legs went limp, and he barely stood still, and the soreness came like a tide, which was the sequelae after the outbreak.
The child grows really fast, when he was first adopted, he was a little hairy child who couldn't even wipe his butt when he went to the toilet, and he grew into a bear child running around in just a few years. He sighed, his qi and blood power racing, took out his long knife, and began to slash.
Thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, whether it is kung fu or people, there is no such thing as being born to know, he came here like this, and he has never fallen.
Today's goal is to slash 2,000 times, without any supernatural strength, and to do it all over again.
In the process of slashing, he constantly changed the direction of the slash and adjusted the angle, until the air resistance perceived from the cold blade, and the temperature generated by air friction reached the minimum, which did not look good, not elegant, no fancy, purely for killing swordsmanship, not very suitable for this peaceful country, but he never thought of giving up, those martial arts moves that can only be completed with extreme techniques, are his results.
βγγγ No, it's not enough, add another 2,000 swings, and you have to do it before lunch. β