Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 24 The best swordsmanship teacher in New York
  "That old man was lying to me just now, right?"

Stan, the white-bearded driver, took Terry to LIC Long Island City in the far west of Queens. If Queens itself is the most 'comfortable' area of ​​all administrative areas in New York, then where Terry is now is Queens. The place with the lowest rent in the country.

There are cheap apartments all over here, and the roads are relatively complicated, and because they are too narrow for vehicles to pass, the driver dropped him near the destination, coaxed Terry to get out of the car, and then gave Terry some verbal guidance. How to go through those alleys and find the swordsmanship training hall that he highly recommended.

No, there isn't even an official sign hanging here.

The gray-white billboard was stained with many mottled stains. The bottom layer of linen material was torn by something unknown, and strands of fragments were flying in the air.

“I never expected to see something like this on the streets of New York in the 21st century——”

Terry held his mouth and stood stunned for a few seconds, then made the remaining comments with difficulty: "It looks like a slum."

Can a person who can only open a swordsmanship gym in such a place really be a swordsman who teaches useful techniques?
  Although he was full of doubts, Terry's Eastern ancestry prompted him to hold his breath and step into the dark corridor where the dust was visible to the naked eye with extreme reluctance.

Come here.

There isn't even an elevator here, so you can only climb up to the third floor on foot.

The wooden swords and bamboo swords used for practice were casually thrown on the floor, and they chatted about them.

When he was almost near the practice room, he heard the chatter coming from inside. Considering the experience of being attacked repeatedly in the past two days, although he didn't think that a driver randomly matched with a mobile phone software would harm him, he still He switched out the tiles in the inventory, entered the thief's stealth mode, and approached the practice room door.

The shorter man had just opened his mouth, but suddenly he shut up slightly alertly. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door. Then he suddenly jumped up and grabbed the wooden sword beside him: "Who is over there?!"

There was a slight embarrassment on the face of the slightly shorter person who spoke first. The other person had a relationship with him as both a teacher and a friend. After learning that the other person had financial difficulties after resigning from the circus, he persuaded the other person to open this swordsmanship hall.

In fact, he wanted to leave when he heard the one who was obviously a swordsmanship instructor said that he was working in the circus before. He didn't think that a person who was a juggler in the circus could be very good at swordsmanship, especially when he heard that this person blew himself up. He also likes drinking and gambling.

The slightly shorter man lowered the wooden sword in his hand when he saw that the person who appeared was a young man. After listening to Terry's words, there was some expectation in his eyes, but after hesitation, he turned to look at the tall man. , after all, the other party is the owner of this swordsmanship hall.

"Have you really decided to leave New York?"

"Sorry for eavesdropping on you, because this place looks so—"

Unexpectedly, the man usually lives a casual life, but he is extremely serious about swordsmanship, so serious that he is a little bit crazy. The occasional apprentices who come here are also scared away by his extremely strict teaching methods. Finally, he rented this room Instead, the house has become an even more unbearable burden for men.

Terry pointed at the bad environment around him, and then suddenly realized that speaking like this seemed a bit hurtful. He quickly shut up and hesitantly changed his words: "I was introduced here. I heard that there is a swordsmanship gym here. , I want to learn swordsmanship."

On the third floor, in a practice room of about sixty square meters, two shirtless men were sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor. Both of them had strong muscles, and their skin was covered with dripping sweat. Except for their height, There is a slight difference, you can hardly tell the difference just by looking at the back.

"Then have you decided what to do?"

"Well, you also know that when I was working in the circus, I was young and ignorant, drank and gambled, and owed too much money. I had to find a way to make money."

I originally thought that with the opponent's superb swordsmanship, even in such a remote and small place, he could become famous, make money and change his life.

But he didn't expect that another person could detect his presence when he entered stealth mode.

Pulling open an old-fashioned iron gate that was unlocked, Terry had completely extinguished his inner expectations. He followed the direction notice posted on the wall and walked deeper along the corridor.

Terry, who was leaning against the wall, walked out awkwardly.

The tall man's eyes were also filled with uncertainty and confusion about the future, and he raised his hand to rub his cheek.

The 60% physical fitness bonus allowed Terry to hear the conversation between the two people clearly without standing at the door through a wall.

"I do not know."

"Maybe I..."

The tall man climbed up and scratched his head apologetically.

"Sorry, this place is about to close. My swordsmanship gym can no longer be opened. I plan to find another job."

There was a flash of disappointment in the short man's eyes.

Terry nodded, apologized, and prepared to leave.

Before turning around, Terry's eyes subconsciously glanced at the practice bamboo and wooden swords scattered all over the floor. Most of the practice swords are in dilapidated condition, which seems to be very suitable for this already bad environment.

But those marks made Terry hesitate and stop.

He had never studied professional trace identification, so he could not be sure of his judgment, but he still walked over and gently picked up a half-cut bamboo sword that fell at the door of the practice room.

"and many more."

"Did you suddenly interrupt the two of you during practice?"

Although the bamboo sword is easily broken under violent collision, judging from the wear and tear on its handle, this bamboo sword has not even been in service for more than a month.

This is a brand new bamboo sword, and Terry is very sure that even with his current strengthened physique, it is not easy to smash it in a fight.

Don't underestimate Terry's 60% comprehensive physical enhancement. His comprehensive strength explosion can even surpass the theoretical limits of the human body. After all, no one can strengthen every muscle, bone, and tendon in his body through natural exercise. All have been improved simultaneously.

The two people in the swordsmanship hall looked at each other. The tall man shrugged his shoulders with a matter-of-fact expression: "So what?"

"Can you let me see it?"

Terry threw away the bamboo sword with tear marks on the fracture.

"What I wanted to find was the best fencing gym in New York. I ignored it at first. What I needed was not a good environment, but a good teacher."

"If you can prove your excellence, I can pay you a salary."

"what?"

The tall man smiled and shook his head. After all, Terry not only looked young, but he was not wearing any particularly luxurious clothes.

Terry is not particularly anxious to prove this point, and his wealth is not exposed. If the other party is determined to close the swordsmanship gym, he will not bother to stop it. There is no way that New York will not be able to find another reliable swordsmanship teacher.

"Why not give it a try."

The slightly shorter man also stood up - Terry then realized that the man was also a full head taller than him, at least 1.9 meters. He was only shorter than the owner of the swordsmanship hall.

He reached out and poked the tall man: "Let's not talk about how much the other party can afford. This is the only person you have met in the past three months who really wants to learn swordsmanship."

The tall man stopped talking.

He took a deep look at Terry, and a moderate gasp came from his towering aquiline nose. The dim light could not hide the other person's excessively fair complexion. Under the black hair, there was a pair of blue eyes as blue as the sea. Eyes.

He leaned down and picked up a wooden sword that was still intact. He raised his head and his distinctive mustache trembled slightly: "What do you want to see, kid?"

"Again, sorry for the eavesdropping, but please demonstrate your sword skills outside of the circus."

"hehe."

Terry's words were obviously intended to provoke the tall man. He slowly put his other hand on the handle of the wooden sword, then lowered his body and raised the wooden sword: "In that case, I want to Let me explain in advance, I don’t teach everyone, if you can’t tell, then just go back where you came from.”

The tall man held up the wooden sword and moved his feet at a very slow speed until he reached a position more than one meter in front of Terry.

Just like an ordinary sword-swinging training, he took the posture in a precise manner.

Raise your sword.

whereabouts.

Terry's eyes went blank for a moment when the wooden sword reached his head. The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, his chin dropped unconsciously, he staggered two steps, and then fell to the ground.

His enhanced whole-body qualities naturally include neurological reactions and danger sensing.

It wasn't an illusion. Within a few fractions of a second after the wooden sword fell, a huge sense of danger and fear-induced escape came from Terry's eyebrows to his mind.

The opponent can use this sharp wooden sword to split him alive!

(End of this chapter)