Pirate's Swordsmanship Supreme

At a quick glance, Kurta's thick arms with exposed veins and the powerful strength contained in his fists made Qi Ya choose to avoid the edge temporarily.

He took a step back, sideways to avoid the opponent's fist, and then launched [Basic Sword Skills] one after another, completing three actions of chopping, horizontal slashing, and forward stabbing in an instant.

The first blow of the unopened Western sword struck Kurta's shoulder, the second strike struck the opponent's waist a finger upward, and the third strike struck the opponent's palm.

Even with Sakiari's strength, the tip of the sword still penetrated the opponent's flesh half a centimeter deep.

Dark red blood began to slide down the silver sword body to the hilt...

Kurta was angry at his carelessness, trying to grasp the blade in his hand, and at the same time punched out the retracted fist again. This time, he aimed at Zakia's stomach.

As a warrior praised by everyone in Qishan Village, and now with his sister April as an audience, Kurta cannot tolerate being defeated in such an embarrassing manner.

Although, he knew better than anyone else that Wakazakia was holding a sharpened sword, and those few blows just now were enough to make him unable to fight back.

Seeing that the opponent wanted to seize the sword, Qi Ya quickly put away the sword and retreated.

He understood that [-]% of his current combat power came from the sword in his hand. Without the sword, the swordsman was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. From now on, he could only let Kurta press him on the ground and rub him.

As he sheathed his sword and retreated, Kurta's fist pressed forward.

After making an instant judgment, Qi Ya stretched out his left palm and pressed it on the opponent's fist, and took a few steps back with the help of the opponent's strength.

When he stopped again, his left arm was sore from the shock.

Kurta's punch did not achieve the result he wanted, so he stepped forward to attack again with a straight face. His fists were like machine guns, forcing Qiya to retreat.

The unblade of the sword collided with the hard fist, causing a teeth-trembling thud.

Qi Ya opened his eyes attentively, judging the trajectory of the opponent's punch, and then used [Basic Swordsmanship] to block the opponent's fist.

According to the speed of the opponent's fists, his sword speed must be at least twice that of the opponent to be able to block the opponent's intensive attacks with ease.

This is a bit of a challenge for him right now, so he doesn't dare to have any distractions.

In fact, I didn't even have time to think about the thought "If I had a real sword in my hand, the opponent would have died long ago".

The force attached to Kurta's fist was very strong. Every time the fist and sword came into contact, the force transmitted back from the sword would make his tiger's mouth numb slightly.

Fortunately, he did not slack off in his strength training, and was promoted to [Basic Swordsmanship] today, so the embarrassing thing like "a swordsman unable to hold the sword in his hand when facing the enemy" did not happen.

The two of them fought like this with all their strength for nearly 10 minutes, and the battle circle kept spinning on this empty grassland.

In the end, it was Kurta who withdrew his hands with a livid face, dropped his visibly swollen fists by his side, and stared at Qi Ya unkindly.

Swordsman Saki ignored the opponent's warning gaze, put his sword back into the scabbard on his waist, and rubbed his right arm.

His stomach growled, which suddenly broke the image of a cold swordsman he had managed to cultivate in front of the two of them.

It's already past noon, and he still hasn't eaten anything...

April walked between the two of them, faced her brother Kurta and said:

"Qi Ya is not as miserable as you think. On the contrary, he is a powerful swordsman like his father!"

"Brother Kurta, Apple hopes that you will not disturb his sword practice in the future. He...is now Apple's friend!!"

Kurta looked at his "simple" sister, then at Qia, who was still rubbing her wrists with firm eyes, and finally said in a heartbroken tone:

"Okay, just do whatever you like! But..."

Kurta turned his gaze to Qi Ya and said threateningly: "If one day I find out that you dare to play with my sister, I, Kurta, swear to my ancestor Emerson Aaron, I will kill you!! "

Qi Ya was indifferent to Kurta's threat. After slightly nodding his head in response, he was already thinking about using his Western sword as soon as possible.

……

Finally, April followed Kurta back for lunch.

Saki Ya took Bailey and quickly finished three large bowls of rice and a large plate of lean meat with sauce at a restaurant in the village alone, then went to the blacksmith shop next to the dock.

The only blacksmith shop on the island operates a wide range of businesses:

It can make anchors for fishing boats for the fishermen in the village;

You can make animal traps, iron arrowheads, machetes, etc. for villagers who make a living by hunting;

Can make hoes, shovels, etc. for hard-working farmers;

It can also create a variety of kitchen utensils for ordinary village women.

Approaching the dock, Qi Ya saw clearly the external structure of the blacksmith shop.It was a two-story wooden structure with a roof, tiles, and cornices. The overall look had a sense of age.

Rather than saying that it looks like a classical building from the motherland in its previous life, it is better to say that this is an iconic ancient building of the island country that "learned" from the ancient civilization of the motherland.

Opening the sliding door made of white wooden boards with black stripes of wood grain, Qi Ya walked into the blacksmith shop where the reception area was kept spotlessly clean.

Behind the brown counter is a tall girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a washed white cherry blossom kimono, with long hair like dark clouds hanging down, and a pretty face with a clean white face in the middle.

The girl obviously knew Qi Ya. After seeing that it was this notorious guy who walked in, she calmly shook the bell on her hand.

After a while, the sliding door in the back room was opened, and a muscular old man with unshaven beard and bare upper body walked out.

"Garcia Qiya? What are you doing here? Do you want to take advantage of my granddaughter again?" The old man asked with some uncertainty after seeing Qiya who was very different from before.

Qi Ya did not answer, but drew out the sword from his waist, made a slashing motion, and then said with a smile:

"Sister Yukuna is not suitable for me. I came here today to ask you, Senior Ma Long, to help me start the attack."

"Ah, you have actually practiced swordsmanship?" Evan Yukina covered his lips with his hand and said in surprise.

As a senior swordsman who has been practicing with a wooden sword under the pressure of her grandfather since she was 7 years old, she can tell at a glance from the movements of the sword wielders, which ones are novices who have just picked up the sword, and which ones are real swordsmen. .

The indomitable momentum that Qi Ya had when he swung his sword down just now, coupled with the coordinated and smooth way of exerting force on his body, definitely made him look like a rookie who had just picked up the sword.

"My father is Garcia Albert, a swordsman. As his son, isn't it normal for me to have practiced swordsmanship?"

Qi Ya said calmly and handed the sword into the hands of the old man Ma Long.

"That's right..." Yukuna nodded in agreement, then walked out from the counter, and said with some excitement: "Hey, Saki Asa-san, want to compete with me?"

Qi Ya: "Sorry."

Malone: ​​"Nonsense!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time. In line with the virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, Qi Ya did not compete with the other party.

Then they saw Ma Long blowing his beard and glaring: "Grandpa asked you to learn the sword for self-defense! It's not for bravery and fierce fighting!!"

"Oh..." Yukina lowered her eyebrows and responded calmly, then stood back to her post listlessly.

After training his granddaughter, Ma Long turned to his customer Qi Ya and said, "The quality of this sword is not high. Are you sure you want to use it like this?"

Qi Ya heard the other party’s hidden intention and asked:

"Senior Ma Long, is there any way to improve the quality of this sword? If so, then improve it first before attacking."

"Yes, yes..." Ma Long held a Western sword in one hand and rubbed his stubbled chin with the other. "But you have to agree to one condition. Just practice sword practice with my granddaughter for half an hour every morning. But Don't hurt my granddaughter."

Qiya: "..."