Pirate's Swordsmanship Supreme

Part of the sea fish meat was made into three large plates by Patricia, which were piled like a mountain of delicacies.

Then they all fell into Qiya's belly. By the time they walked out of the cook's restaurant, most of the sun had set in the sky.

Arriving at the square in the village, five or six villagers were already busy lighting torches around the square. Groups of Tingting girls came here one after another, accompanied by bursts of crisp laughter.

Qi Ya found it interesting, so he found a secluded corner to enjoy the gatherings that took place every night on the island.

The nerves that have been tense for more than three months, coupled with the body running like a machine, reminded him that he must have a proper balance between work and rest.

Before the event started, Qi Ya looked at his current panel information:

Name: Qiya

Level: Swordsman

Life: 9

Nuclear energy: 1

Power: 100

Speed: 96

Agility: 1

Mission points: 51

Possess skills:

[Intermediate swordsmanship] 351200/1000000

The improvements in strength, speed, and skill proficiency were all within the range of his expectations and had been increasing steadily.

However, in comparison, he felt that his other attribute values ​​were a bit miserable.

It is difficult to grow life and nuclear energy. Qi Ya feels that it is understandable because they have special attributes after all.

However, the immutability of the agility column and the system tasks that had not been released for a long time made him full of resentment towards his own Sword God system.

His thoughts were interrupted by a burst of cheerful singing in the square. The young swordsman decided not to think about these troubles and instead began to watch the activities in the starting field as a spectator.

The outside was already filled with villagers who had come in time. The square was brightly lit by huge torches. Further inside was a group of young men and women singing and dancing.

The man only wore a grass skirt around his lower body;

The woman wears an emerald green crown made of woven rattan, a simple gray cloth bra around her chest, revealing a flat and tight belly, and a gray cloth skirt that covers half of her thighs, entire calf and ankles. exposed to air.

The young men and women went further inside and saw a human-shaped stone statue five to six meters high.

It is said that the prototype of the stone statue is named Emerson Aaron. He was an outstanding figure who appeared in the village a long time ago and was also the strongest creature on the island at that time.

That man's name is still engraved on the base of the stone statue, and he is regarded as a patron saint by the villagers on the entire island.

It is precisely because of the existence of Emerson Aaron that the Emerson lineage has held the position of patriarch in the village for almost all generations, with a few exceptions fleeting like meteors passing through the sky.

In fact, the patriarch's power goes far beyond simply controlling the more than 1 people in Qishan Village.

In the case of the limited checking and balancing ability of the clan elders, the clan leader here can even do whatever he wants as long as he grasps the scale appropriately.

The simple villagers just want to fill their bellies and support their families.

After watching the activities in the field for a while, Qi Ya planned to return home, continue to brush up his proficiency level of about 1000, and then go to sleep.

They happened to meet a man and a woman who were tired of each other and were walking towards the square.

The man seemed to be an honest man, about 1.7 meters and a half tall, with a short hair and a prominent "一" scar on his forehead. He was dressed plainly, with a chubby round face and a nose.

The woman's figure has become plumper, and she looks like a 16-year-old. Her hair is tied up, and her skin is still the color of chocolate.

It was Spark and Hannah.

The loyal girl is afraid of being entangled, so Hannah chose to marry Sparky a month ago, and the two are still in the honeymoon period.

"Congratulations, cousin Hannah!" Qi Ya greeted warmly.

Just as Hannah was about to speak, Spark jumped in and said, "Haha, there's nothing to congratulate, but you, Brother Qia, should hurry up!"

While talking, he intentionally or unintentionally hid Hannah behind him.

Hannah glanced at her husband angrily, then smiled and nodded at Qiya.

Regarding the fact that someone could be urged to get married even at the age of 14, Qi Ya cursed in his heart, then made up a random reason and walked away, giving time back to the couple.

Walking back to his backyard, Qi Ya was about to take out the Western sword from his waist to practice swordsmanship, when the long-lost mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded.

"Ding~ Trigger mission: 10000 push-ups challenge."

"Mission introduction: Long-term strength training is only for this moment. Now, you need to do 3 push-ups within 10000 hours! If the mission is successful, you will receive 50 mission points. If the mission fails, you will be weak for three days."

As soon as the voice fell, a series of eye-catching timing data appeared on his retina.

3小时共计180分钟10800秒，平均1秒做1个吗？

With these thoughts running through his mind quickly, Qi Ya cursed secretly in his heart, and without hesitation, he leaned over, propped himself on the soft grass, and began to do push-ups with all his strength.

Tomorrow is the time for the clan leader election, which is directly related to whether he can have a reliable enough ship to sail smoothly.

He didn't know what the concept of "weakness" meant by the system was, and he had no intention of trying it at this critical juncture.

So I had no choice but to curse secretly in my mind while frantically squeezing the energy in my body.

Qi Ya was doing push-ups as fast as the wind, and the number of completed push-ups in the lower right corner of his field of vision was temporarily increasing much faster than the passage of time.

Just as he was breathing a little sigh of relief, there was a continuous rain in the house. With a loud clicking sound, the heavy rain fell like a shower, and the blow was still painful on his body.

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Qi Ya raced against time to move the push-up venue to the nearby wooden corridor. He ignored his wet clothes and continued to do push-ups.

……

2397!

2398!

2399!

……

4156!

4157!

……

The further time went by, the more Qi Ya felt that his arms might become useless.

But giving up now would be equivalent to wasting all his previous efforts, and he was already half-dead from exhaustion. He didn't want to do such a loss-making business.

Time is still passing by minute by minute, but Qi Ya feels like he is in purgatory, and his days are like years.

When he completed 9000 push-ups, there were 20 minutes and 1200 seconds left.

If the starting speed is used as a reference, he can easily complete 1200 push-ups in these 1000 seconds.

You even have time to tidy up your appearance and drink a cup of hot tea in the remaining time.

But now he only feels powerless. Being able to complete 10 in these 500 minutes is already the limit of his current physical condition...the remaining 500 is a huge challenge.

There was a moment when I wanted to give up and just go to sleep regardless.

The idea just popped up for a moment, and then was suppressed back to the deepest part of my heart by Qi Ya's rich experience of self-criticism.

It is impossible to give up, not in this life!

The young swordsman was furious in his heart while thinking of a solution.

He had always suspected that the "Nuclear Energy" column on his panel information was something similar to mana in the game.So, can this little bit of nuclear energy act on the body and restore it to some of its state?

In line with the psychology of treating a dead horse as a living horse, Qi Ya began to try to use this little nuclear energy while doing push-ups.

Then, as expected, there was no reaction at all.

The last hope was shattered, and seeing that he was about to fail, he began to try to explode the last physical energy of his body until it was squeezed clean.

With the last 5 minutes and 300 seconds left, Qi Ya squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body as he wished, and did 621 push-ups again, and then lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog. Only the sound of loud breathing like a broken bellows could be heard. out.

At this time, the hateful system mechanical sound sounded again:

"It has been detected that the host has entered a destressed state. Do you want to activate the reserve energy?"