Duke of Herrington

Chapter 57 American Traditional Martial Arts

While the two were talking, Vadina cleaned up the mess on the ground: "You two, who has extra pants? Can't Da Vinci just sleep like this?"

"I have new ones here" Ted has the habit of carrying replacement clothes with him, and then he took out a bitter tea seed and a pair of outer pants from his satchel.

"You still carry these with you?" Steve was dumbfounded. Most people would carry some documents, or food and water in their satchels, but Ted used them to carry them.
"What? I carry some personal items with me, can't I?" Ted wrapped the items and handed them to Vadina.

"But forget it if you bring these, you should plan ahead~"

While the two of them were chatting, Vadina helped Da Vinci change his pants.

"My lords, have you thought about how Da Vinci should deal with it?"

"Leave it to the guards, put him first." Ted said halfway, but he didn't know what to say next, and he didn't know where to put Da Vinci?
After a while, Ted couldn't think of a solution, but the reliable Chris came up with the solution first: "How about putting him in the duty room? There are people guarding him 24 hours a day."

"Well, I think it's good! There are special circumstances, and the guards can still come to us." Ted borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and followed Chris's words.

"That's it, everyone, let's break up! Everyone go back to their homes~ By the way, Steve, see you at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning!"

Hearing so early, Steve's face twisted into a twist. He stared at Ted in front of him and confirmed again and again: "See you at 9? So early?"

Ted rolled his eyes, turned around and looked at Steve helplessly, and said earnestly: "I said, if you want to be emperor, you can't do it without the power to restrain a chicken. You have to know certain 'self-defense skills'. After all, no matter how powerful you are, It is impossible for your guards to be by your side at all times, so you have to learn to protect yourself!"

Listening to such an explanation, Steve felt that it made sense, but he had never learned any martial arts, let alone any fighting skills. If he got into a fight, he would only use a sword as a fire stick for a round. There are no rules at all.

"Let's just say, I can do 120 push-ups in a row. Other than that, I don't know anything else."

"120 push-ups in a row?" Ted turned his head to look at the blushing Neptune Vazina, and then at Steve: "The physical fitness is considered to be up to the standard, but I have to learn something else!"

"Can you tell me the specifics first?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

In the early morning of the next day, Steve came to the training ground behind the warehouse on time as scheduled, and happened to meet Ted who was assigning homework.

"Okay, this is the next homework. Although the new year is approaching, you still don't relax. Remember! When we meet again, I hope you will not have any problems in dismantling, assembling and maintaining the gun, understand ?”

"Understood!" The soldiers held the big baby in their arms and cheered, because from today onwards, the weapons in their hands belonged to them!

Several of the soldiers had already given their weapons a name and engraved it on the body of the gun.

Although there are no bullets for the time being, Ted sent everyone a blank clip. Even if you can't shoot, you can still play with the sound.
"Okay~ then disband! By the way, I wish everyone a happy new year!"

"Thank you sir!"

Then, amidst laughter and laughter, the soldiers left the training ground.

Steve looked at the leaving soldiers, came to Ted, yawned and asked, "What are you calling me for this early in the morning? What are you training for?"

Ted closed the book unhurriedly, pulled a stool over, and gestured for Steve to sit down.

"It's the special self-defense training I gave you~"

As the new year is approaching, the soldiers have holidays, but as the prince, he doesn't?It's not fair!
Steve asked in disbelief: "Training? The soldiers just now are on vacation, and you still want to train me? Mr. Earl, isn't this too unfair!?"

"Fair?" Ted grinned, pointing at himself, and then at Steve: "Is there still fairness in this world? Do you think God is fair to us?"

"This" Steve was speechless.

Ted sat on another stool, raised his legs and complained: "For ordinary people, our life is good, but compared to other nobles around us, the situation of the two of us is not very good! You see, I am in the desolate northern border, and you are a prince with no power"

"If you don't work harder, there will be no salvation!"

Steve really doesn't want to admit this, but it's all true. If he continues to behave like this, he may not live for 20 years!It is impossible for him to stay here forever, and he must return to the imperial capital.

And once they return to the empire, the situation will be dangerous!

Those brothers and sisters will definitely be the first to take the knife on themselves!

Judging from the initial signals of previous conquests, in order to prevent the fisherman from profiting, the first to die must be the weakest, and among the princes, the weakest is himself.

If you want to live for 20 years, or even longer, then you must have force by your side.

Thinking about the pros and cons, Steve no longer complained, but looked at Ted sincerely: "Then, what should I learn? Self-defense? Jiu-Jitsu? Or boxing?"

Ted shook his head, put down his raised Erlang legs, stared into Steve's eyes, and said solemnly: "Nothing, what we want to learn is more deadly than these, and we can defeat the enemy with one move! Enemy, we still have a combo move, and it is also a killer move, the move is terrible!"

These words aroused Steve's interest, he crossed his hands in front of his chest, leaned his elbows on the table, stared at the Earl of the Northern Territory in front of him and asked, "How dare you ask Mr. Earl, what kind of martial art is this? So powerful? Over the years, I have never heard of such a deadly move."

Ted let out a smile with a smile, reached for the satchel, and slowly took out a military-style Colt M1911 from it and put it on the table: "What we want to learn is called "American Traditional Martial Arts"!"

"What technique? Is this very powerful?" Steve couldn't believe it.

Ted nodded, pointed to the exquisitely crafted weapon on the table and said seriously: "I dare say, in this world, there is nothing more powerful than this thing! A wise man once said! It is best to knock down an enemy. The best way is to use it, not some boxing skills! Seven steps away, it is fast! Within seven steps, it is fast and accurate!"

"But such a small thing? How powerful can it be? Can it kill the enemy? Look at those powerful swordsmanship masters, they can even defeat five enemies with one enemy!"

Ted shook his head and added in time: "If you practice this "American Traditional Martial Arts", you can even fight dozens of them!"

"tens of!?"

Steve frowned, stroked the non-existent beard, and said dubiously: "Then, Mr. Earl, can you demonstrate it for me? If this thing is really effective, I will definitely learn it."

Ted didn't say a word, but took out his weapon and aimed at the target not far away: "Look out, that pig's head in the distance!"

The two shifted their eyes to the pig's head not far away at the same time
The next moment, Ted pulled out his weapon and used the edge of the table to pull the bolt!
Between lightning and flint, aim and shoot in one go!
"boom!!!"

Seven shots were fired in a row, part of the pig's brain target was shattered, and the ground was stained red by the splashed blood. The scene was horrible.

At the same time, the noise caused by the shooting in the room was outrageous. Ted forgot about it again. So 7 firework bombs exploded in the faces of the two at the same time!

"How? How is this trick?"

"What do you say?"

Ted: "Damn!. I forgot again"

(End of this chapter)