Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 76 Starving Master to Death
  Snapped!
  The bamboo sword and the wooden sword collided violently in the air, and the sound that erupted was like a firecracker exploding out of thin air, which shocked the eagle eye who was watching on the side and couldn't help scratching his ears.

Unknowingly, Clint also began to get used to Terry's growth rate. The two figures fighting in the swordsmanship hall had become much more pleasing to the eye compared to last week.

Delicate steps, qualified force, and muscle reactions that have been trained by being whipped thousands of times.

Unknowingly, Terry has initially developed his own set of swordsmanship rhythms. Through clever muscle control and reasonable pouring of force, his offensive pace is no longer full of loopholes.

Master Jacques's so-called offensive swordsmanship itself does not require Terry to bite the bullet and exchange injuries for injuries.

Instead, he makes every attack he makes achieve the so-called 'rationalization'.

With every step forward and every sword strike, his attack range and rhythm are directed at the opponent's weak points, while at the same time concealing his own weaknesses.

Jacques's expression was extremely solemn. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and walked around the swordsmanship hall at a steady pace, sparring with Terry from time to time.

In the previous training of Terry, Jacques always used to block the sword. After avoiding or blocking Terry's attack path, he struck hard at the wide open area on Terry's body.

What is needed is to stimulate Terry with pain, so that Terry's body will automatically realize what kind of attack is correct and what kind of attack is wrong.

'I have underestimated the speed of his progress countless times. What I thought was three months ended up being one and a half months later, but almost every day when we meet again, he shows terrifying progress. ’

‘No matter how many times, I will always feel sincerely shocked and amazed by this boy, the most talented swordsman I have ever seen. ’

To do all this now is very difficult for Jacques.

Jacques had murderous intent at that moment.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his chest rose and fell slightly faster, and his mustache trembled as he moved forward.

He looked at Master Jacques with some confusion, and the latter just stared at him silently. The two of them stayed in place and stared at each other for several seconds.

But Jacques himself could hardly bring out much anymore.

When Terry heard the sound, he also stopped his hand, and was about to put down the wooden sword in his hand, but suddenly his whole body tensed up, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword and froze his posture.

His eyes were bright and his pupils flashed rapidly, trying his best to capture Terry's every move.

No, it's even more serious.

But now, Jacques can no longer purely defend.

He must rely on his mature experience to come up with an offensive sword style with the same speed and rhythm as Terry, otherwise he will not be able to have an effective training effect on Terry.

"Warm-up is over, rest for fifteen minutes, and then switch to real sword training."

The weak spot he saw just now disappeared in an instant, and Terry's next horizontal slash had already arrived.

During yesterday's training, he could clearly find two or three flaws in Terry's average fifteen moves, and use his own attacks - although they would be offset by Terry's synchronized attacks.

The moment he saw Terry was about to put down his wooden sword, he felt the desire to attack.

Finally, Jaques took the initiative to put down the bamboo sword in his hand, turned around and walked towards the sword stand with a towel hanging on it.

Jacques once again had a sword fight with Terry. His subconscious mind honed from years of experience made him use his backhand to find Terry's weak point. However, he saw Terry taking advantage of the force of the counterattack to take a step forward with his sword. .

'It's unimaginable...it's hard to accept that it only took him half a month to reach about 70% of the level that I have spent decades honing. ’

The hanging sword once again blocked the horizontal slash, and Jacques suddenly took a step back, sinking and exhaling.

But what about today?

His majestic Jacques Duquesne actually didn't see the flaw and opportunity that could really kill him until his apprentice relaxed and was about to abandon his sword.

This is just training though.

But this clearly means that at this time tomorrow, he must use 80% of his strength to continue teaching Terry.

"what is this?"

Terry put down his wooden sword, briefly put on the Nebula Dewdrops for a few seconds, and used this short time to replenish some moisture.

At the same time, he was also a little strange in his heart. He didn't understand why Master Jacques suddenly gave him such a surprise test today.

Putting down the energy drink, Terry spread his arms and stretched his body, feeling a cracking sound in his spine.

Then he took off the jewelry.

In just a few seconds, he had recovered 70% to 80% of his physical strength.

However, he had to give his master fifteen minutes of recovery time, otherwise the subsequent real sword training would not be effective.

Just when Terry was sitting cross-legged on the ground, preparing to let his remaining fatigue recover naturally in the next ten minutes or so, Clint suddenly came over uncharacteristically. “Hey Terry!”

"Um, what's wrong?"

Clint had a mysterious expression on his face.

"Are you interested in bows and arrows?"

Ok?
  Terry was a little confused and subconsciously glanced at the stainless steel bow in the inventory that he had never taken out.

He had not touched the hundred flaming arrows, they were almost eating dust in the ammunition column.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, senior brother?"

Although he knew Clint's true identity in his heart, it was precisely because of this that he didn't understand Clint's initiative to come forward.

In the past, when Clint showed up at the swordsmanship gym, he would rarely talk to him. At most, after training every day, he would say goodbye to him along with Master Jacques.

Why is it so unusual today?

"Bow and arrow! Bow and arrow!"

Clint made a gesture of drawing the bow with his bare hands: "Bows and arrows have been one of the most powerful hunting methods used by humans since the primitive tribal period!"

Terry began to pretend to be confused. He turned his attention to Jacques, who was drinking water and looking at him, and said, "Does Master Jacques still have this skill?"

Clint choked, reached out and pulled off Terry's head, and then poked his chest with his thumb.

"it's me!"

Clint gritted his teeth but still had to maintain a kind smile.

"I have bow and arrow skills that are not weaker than Jak's swordsmanship. How about it? Do you want to learn it?"

Terry looked a little embarrassed.

"I haven't mastered swordsmanship yet, and I'm very busy with classes every day..."

Clint is a little uncomfortable with this excessive modesty. In his estimation, Terry's swordsmanship is almost catching up with his. How can this level be called not proficient?
  Clint even feels that if Terry is exposed to some actual combat with real swords and guns - not bullying street gangsters or thieves and robbers, but having a few life-and-death fights with other warriors of a certain level, then Terry's swordsmanship level will be greatly improved. I'm afraid it will be the same as him.

You must know that Clint's skill with a sword can probably be compared to about 90% of the total strength of his friend Jacques.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Clint glanced back at Jacques, who was wiping his sweat, and clicked his tongue slightly.

"I'm afraid he'll be gone next week."

Clint knew that Jacques wasn't the type to really teach anyone.

Even though he was his master, apprentice and friend at the same time, Jacques had taught Clint almost 80% of his level.

After that, he was determined not to show a higher level to teach Clint.

The next ten percent improvement was due to Clint's own training as Hawkeye.

Terry was a little surprised. Wasn't it agreed that it would be three months?
  Then he suddenly remembered the strange momentum that Jacques suddenly had when he relaxed.

Is that so?

Terry felt a little disappointed, but soon figured it out.

This situation was also very common in my hometown in ancient times.

"Are you really that good at archery?"

Anyway, there is so much time after school every day, so what is the point of practicing?

Clint snorted disdainfully, expressing his low-key connotation with an inscrutable expression.

Then he gave me a slap in the face with excitement: "As long as you are willing to give me a class of five..."

"Two hundred dollars."

Terry quickly pointed out two fingers: "I will pay you two hundred dollars for one class."

Clint was silent for two seconds in disbelief, and then his face turned extremely red from extreme anger.

(End of this chapter)