Early the next morning, Daley woke up early and followed everyone to a large martial arts arena.
The young lady hadn't arrived yet, so everyone split up in twos and threes. They each found a place to warm up.
After a while, a small carriage drove into the martial arts field. The young miss, accompanied by a few maids, walked up to the high platform and sat down. When the warm-up crowd saw the arrival of the young lady, they immediately lined up in two neat rows and stood on both sides of the high platform.
The warriors in the guards were all first and second rank warriors. According to the old men in the guards, once a third rank warrior was born, Miss would let them leave the guards and travel around the continent to find the opportunity to advance their martial soul.
The first to go on stage was a Grade 1 warrior.
Daley looked at the others practicing and listened to Miss's comments. He finally understood a lot of things that he couldn't figure out.
"Mr. Daley, most of us grew up in the grasslands, so we didn't come into contact with many wild beasts in the mountains. Mr. Daley grew up in a mountain village, so I'm sure you'll be able to broaden our horizons.”
Seeing that it was Daley's turn, Margaret said with a smile.
"This lowly one grew up in the mountains, so how could I be as knowledgeable as everyone else? The moves that I use will most likely become a laughing stock, so please do not laugh at me.”
Daley's opponent was a spear-wielding warrior who was about to break through to Level 2. The two of them bowed to the young lady, then greeted each other and got into a stance.
To deal with a spear, one had to close the distance to have a chance of victory. If he was pulled away, he would only be beaten up.
Seeing his opponent's spear coming at him, Daley lowered his body and dodged it. He moved in an arc and approached his opponent from the side.
"He's imitating you."
The young man with the sword looked at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Hmm, interesting, but it's still far from enough.”
Seeing Daley approaching, the spear-wielding warrior swept his spear and retreated at the same time.
Daley's footsteps followed the momentum of the spear and took two steps forward. The spear-wielding warrior did not panic. He took a few steps diagonally and avoided Daley's direction.
Daley stopped and turned around to dodge the incoming bullet.
"Mr. Daley, Mr. Riddle has been on the Continent for two years and seen all kinds of martial arts.”
said Margaret suddenly.
Daley frowned when he heard the young lady's hint.
The person in front of him probably wouldn't be able to use any of the moves he had seen before.
Dalig fired a few shots and charged forward, but when Riddle's spear blocked his path, he suddenly stopped and leaned back.
Riddle, who hadn't expected his opponent to stop moving forward, paused. Daley used the rebound force from his waist to kick his leg hard and rushed forward like an arrow.
"He's imitating the viper's attack.”
thought Margaret.
Riddle, who had lost the initiative, was finally close.
Riddle did not panic. He continued to block Daley's attacks unhurriedly and counterattacked from time to time. The distance between the two gradually widened.
Daley saw that the situation wasn't right, so he shouted and stabbed out with his sword.
Riddle continued to play it safe as he watched his opponent's frenzied attacks. Although the distance between the two had closed again, Daley's offense couldn't maintain its current rhythm. When his offense weakened, it would be the time to counterattack.
After a round of frantic attacks, Daley's longsword suddenly stopped, and then he repeated his old trick, charging at Riddle with the strength of his waist and legs.
Riddle sidestepped at Daly's full charge, and Daly dashed past him.
As they passed each other, Riddle saw his opponent bend low and stop where he stood.
"Turn around and slash!"
The speed of his charge was not as fast as the opponent's slash, so he could only take it head-on.
Riddle, who was thinking this, raised his spear behind him.
There was a clang as the sword struck the spear, and Riddle felt a gust of wind from the other side.
Seeing Daley's turn around and his opponent catching him, Margaret nodded slightly.
"He can't retract his gun. At such a close distance, this punch can hit him!”
Daley suddenly lost track of his opponent.
Riddle pushed his spear into the ground and stood upside down on the spear to avoid the fatal blow.
Daley felt a chill in his heart. He spun his body and used the momentum to accelerate forward. Riddle let out a long howl, shook his body in the air, pulled out his spear, and pounced on Daley like a goshawk.
Daley saw the sky full of spear shadows coming towards him. He felt that this attack was flawless and he had no way to counterattack. He could only constantly change his movement technique. His body twisted on the ground and rolled to dodge this round of attacks.
Riddle did not chase after him after missing his attack. He withdrew his spear and pointed it at Daley, who was getting up.
Daley felt that Riddle had no flaws at all. He could only hold his sword and confront him from afar.
"Alright, stop."
Margaret clapped her hands gently.
"Congratulations on your breakthrough.”
"Thank you, Mr. Daley, for your ingenuity. I finally understand what it means to be unbreakable.”
Riddle bowed to Daley, who was standing opposite him.
"I wouldn't dare."
Daley hurriedly returned the greeting.
"Without Mr. Riddle, Daley would have had no idea what it meant to be flexible.”
The two people who stood up turned to the high platform and bowed to the ground.
"Thank you for your teachings, Miss.”
"Riddle is where he is today, thanks to my lady's teachings.”
Margaret turned her body slightly to the side and let the two of them bow.
" Both of your achievements are due to your diligent thinking and hard work in cultivation. Margaret only pointed out the direction for both of you and did not dare to accept such a great gift.”
Next was the sparring session of the Level Two Warriors. Daley was overwhelmed by the content and had a deeper understanding of some of the insights in the young lady's book.
Finally, it was the sparring session of several top-notch Level 2 warriors. The ones sparring were the three people Daley had seen when he had just registered.
This time, Barker had finally forced the sword-wielding youth to take his seventh arrow head-on. However, he was still helpless against the middle-aged man, who was better at movement techniques.
The battle between the sword-wielding youth and the middle-aged man was even more strange and unpredictable to Daley. The young man's sword attacks were as natural as flowing water, and the changes between his moves were completely traceless. Sometimes, when he stabbed out with his sword, he even changed directions several times in the middle. However, the middle-aged man's figure was ever-changing, and there was no trace of him. He was like a breeze that penetrated through all holes, making it impossible for others to grasp him. However, what Daley couldn't understand was that the two's fast and ruthless moves would sometimes suddenly stop or attack unrelated places.
Every time this happened, Daley would feel a little irritated and uncomfortable.
Based on their standards, it should be impossible for such a situation to occur.
However, when this happened, Daley saw Miss nodding slightly.
Obviously, these inexplicable things must be very profound techniques. It was just that he could not understand them at all.
Daley decided not to pay attention to the two's incomprehensible actions. Instead, he carefully observed the conversion and application of the two's moves, verifying it with his own experience over the past few days.
"The so-called swordsmanship is only about using a weapon like a sword and using the martial technique that is most suitable for the sword at that time. It should not be limited to the so-called sword moves.”
Watching the young man aim at the opponent's position, stabbing, slicing, chopping, and sometimes even sweeping with the sword, Daley experienced the first sentence of the Miss's elementary understanding of swordsmanship.
After the sound of weapons clashing, the two of them jumped back. The young man held the sword with both hands and pulled his elbow to his waist, while the middle-aged man held the knife with one hand and pointed the tip of the knife diagonally to the ground. It was obvious that he had used a move that the other party was good at.
For a moment, the training ground was silent.
"Barker, the way you think about these arrows is pretty good.”
After thinking for a while, Margaret said,"
"But the rhythm is still wrong. You are now adjusting the rhythm of your attacks according to the opponent's specialty. This is not the right way of thinking. You should use your own rhythm to force the other party to move to where you want him to go. The first few strikes of the Seven Stars Shattering the Moon did not force the enemy to kill the enemy. It was only to force the enemy into a position where they could not dodge and then win with one strike. Therefore, you still have to train your explosive power to strengthen your attack.”
Barker nodded silently, thinking quietly.
"Rick and Eron, the two of you have already formed your own rhythm, but when you interrupt your opponent's rhythm, your own rhythm will also become chaotic. Your rhythm is too smooth, so when you pause, you will become unnatural. A moving song couldn't be filled with endless notes. Pausing was also an essential part. I suggest that you think about how to incorporate the pause into your own rhythm.”
The two people who heard the comments were thoughtful. After thinking for a while, they bowed and left.
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