Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 31 The real desperate situation

Snapped!
  Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
  In the training room where the lighting conditions were not very strong, two figures were fighting each other with bamboo swords and wooden swords.

Yes, sparring.

Jacques only made one request to Terry, which was to use all means to attack while holding the sword.

Avoiding the path of Jaque's block, he struck the wooden sword on Jaque's flesh by drawing, chopping, stabbing, or slashing.

And this process is not allowed to be avoided - Jacques did not say this, but Terry discovered it himself.

He found that hiding was useless.

Because Jaak's reaction speed and attack speed are much faster than him, if you spend your physical strength and on-the-spot reaction power on dodging attacks, not only will it not be effective, but you will be hit by Master Jaak a few more times.

As soon as Terry starts to avoid because of pain and subconscious fear of pain, Jacques will chase after him with a fierce look and whip.

But Jacques didn't hit him particularly hard. Compared to Terry's perception that day that the opponent could split him alive with the blessing of jewelry, every time Jacques hit him today, it would only hit Terry. A bright red mark was left on his skin.

Now there are bright red whip marks all over his clothes, his lungs are aching due to excessive breathing, and the muscles of his calves and forearms are spasming under high-intensity exercise.

Veins suddenly appeared on Jak's neck, and his voice rose by more than one degree. He roared angrily: "You even have the strength to beg me, why don't you have the strength to continue attacking?!"

First using his hands to support him, and then using his wooden sword to support him, Terry raised his body bit by bit. The moment he fell just now was equivalent to providing him with recovery time. At least now his legs are not shaking so much. .

It hurts, but not that much. As long as he grits his teeth and overcomes the muscle twitching caused by the pain, he can still continue to attack.

But without the blessing of accessories, Terry's physical strength was exhausted quickly.

What Master Jacques wants is for him to abandon all distracting thoughts and attack with all his strength before he completely faints.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Terry gasped twice, then tried to support his body with his free hand.

Yes, my physical strength has not been exhausted in the true sense, and I can still stand up.

Jacques stopped the action of drawing it down and stood in front of Terry with his sword hanging down. His expression and tone were full of dissatisfaction: "Stand up!"

With a thud, Terry gasped and fell to the floor.

"I...I have no strength."

"You must still have some energy left, stand up and attack me!"

Moreover, without the jewelry, is it really impossible for him to stand up now?

But just when his consciousness spread to Blessing Nebula Dewdrops, Terry suddenly felt that something was not right.

Terry's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to put the jewelry back on. The incredible regeneration speed gave him an all-round super self-healing ability in addition to mental strength——

In other words, what Jacques hopes is for Terry to attack, attack, and attack desperately before his physical strength is completely exhausted!

Terry panted heavily while showing pleading eyes: "Master Jacques, can you take a rest?"

There was appreciation in Jacques's eyes: "You really know what I want. Your ability to understand is fundamentally different from those wastes before."

As he spoke, Jacques raised the bamboo sword in his hand, full of expectations for Terry: "So, how much physical strength do you have left to attack now? I hope to see how you can reasonably attack with only such physical strength left. Distribute and execute beautiful attacks with limited conditions.”

There is no posture, no routine, just hacking and slashing, but it is not pretty at all. With this thought, Terry raised the wooden sword with all his strength and stared at the bamboo sword in Jacques' hand. Then he gave a loud shout and charged forward fiercely again.

Of course, if you rush over, you will just get beaten.

But Terry already knew what Jacques meant. He forced himself not to think about the pain. Instead, he focused all his attention on the bamboo sword in Jacques' hands, trying to predict the opponent's interception trajectory as much as possible, and Make every effort to deflect your attack.

Another three minutes passed.

Terry, who once again had more than 20 blood stains on his body, was blinded by the large amount of sweat falling from his forehead. Even if he tried to open it, he only felt that everything he saw had a dark halo.

He could no longer feel the existence of his limbs, and he didn't know if he was still holding the sword.

He lowered his head and saw that the wooden sword in his hand was also dark - he was still holding it and had not let go.

Jacques watched the young man in front of him fall down with lifeless eyes, and his whole body began to gasp in excitement.

He is indeed a genius who can adapt to his own swordsmanship!

In the past, even Clint, who was already very talented, was simply unable to do the kind of attack where he focused everything on the attack during the first fight and continued to attack until he could no longer attack at all.

The examples Jacques gave before are not exhaustive.

He is a Frenchman, born into a colonial family in Vietnam. Due to some changes in the current situation, his family, including countless similar colonial families, faced a completely unsurvivable dilemma at a certain period.

Without that exhaustive desire to draw his sword and attack, it would have been impossible for Jacques to survive in such an environment.

Therefore, the first step in his swordsmanship is to understand the attack that abandons all external influences, attack, and attack again!
  Jacques glanced at the time. More than half an hour had passed since the fight started.

Then today’s price will be regarded as 270 US dollars, and Terry will have a good rest for the rest of the time...

In the spiritual world, Terry Lee, who was linked to Terry Pickles, felt an extremely dissatisfied and angry consciousness in a blur.

‘You are not at the end of your rope at all, how can you fall down like this? ’

‘You’re still not at your limit when you take off your accessories, okay? If I had let myself fall when I was only in this situation, my body would have been eaten clean by the rats in Gotham's sewers! ’

'stand up! Stab the sword fiercely into the opponent's heart! stand up! ’

‘Stand up! ’

Large swaths of black mist poured into Terry Lee's white spiritual world. An indescribable spiritual power quickly installed the Blessing Nebula Dewdrop into the jewelry column, and then quickly removed it. The whole process did not exceed zero. Point five seconds.

Ping!
  "Ho-"

Jacques, who had originally planned to sit down, was shocked when he saw Terry rising up with a scream. Even if he did not get up completely, he rushed over on his hands and feet. The only hand that was not touching the floor raised his wooden sword and rushed towards him.

Terry's pupils were even in a dilated state, and he was completely unconscious, leaving only the crazy killing intent and the desire to attack to the extreme again.

Snapped!
  Jacques easily separated the wooden sword and slapped Terry on the arm with his backhand, but his eyes were already showing incomprehensible emotions.

"What's going on in this state? Was this kid more desperate than me at the beginning?"

"But he is obviously a pampered young man, right?"

(End of this chapter)