Pirate's Swordsmanship Supreme

Looking at a metal rod and a steel knife on the table, Qi Ya felt a little pain in his head.

After pondering for a moment, Qi Jianhao put the "Garcia" in his hand back into the scabbard, pointed two nearby townspeople to come up, and were responsible for holding the two ends of the metal rod, one on the left and the other on the right.

He himself bent down to pick up the steel knife, noticed the slightly curled edge, and cursed inwardly.

There was no brewing breath. In order to achieve a better shock effect, Qi Ya raised his knife and cut the metal rod in front of him into two pieces like a melon or a vegetable.

There was another uproar in the audience.

The two townspeople on the stage who were responsible for holding the "props" had originally planned to injure their arms due to the huge force. Now that the metal rod had been cut into two pieces, the force feedback from their arms was minimal.

"Is this the strength of the swordsman? Is he probably stronger than the Saint Zachary Clan Chief?"

Such thoughts appeared in the hearts of all the simple townspeople.

The effect of establishing power was obvious, and no fearless townspeople dared to challenge this monster that could even cut through steel.

Qi Ya was naturally happy to be clean, and at noon, the winner of Arena No. 1 was announced.

Arena No. 1, swordsman Qia;

No. [-] in the ring, Rough Kurta.

During lunch time, it was rare that April and I went to cook Patricia's restaurant to solve her stomach problem.

The little evil girl held her cheeks with both hands, squinting at the crescent moon and watching Qi Ya finish the table full of meat in front of her, and then she said:

"Qi Ya, after you become the clan leader, when do you plan to marry me home?"

"Then you have to wait until I become the clan leader first, right? Your brother is very strong." Qi Jianhao adopted a delaying tactic and avoided the topic.

Regarding the placement of the little evil girl, Qi Ya made a decision in the morning.

He planned to go to sea alone, and then hand over the position of clan leader and his two-story building to the other party.

Since shipbuilding takes some time, there are still many things waiting for him to do, including learning navigation skills and handing over the position of clan leader.

"That's right. Brother Kurta has become a lot stronger in the past few months. We can wait until you get the position of clan leader, Qiya." The little evil girl said with a cheerful smile.

The restaurant's back cook, Patricia, who had let herself fall out of love once, secretly wiped her tears, cried for a while, then picked up the piece of meat in her other hand and took a bite.

"Patricia, can you teach me how to cook a few simple dishes in the next week?"

Qi Ya's voice sounded from behind the cook.

Patricia turned around and stared blankly at the boy who had turned back at some point. The flame of love rekindled in her heart and she nodded hurriedly: "Okay!"

"" Qi Ya looked at the cook who was behaving a little strangely today and vaguely guessed something. She was shocked and then frightened.

But he still maintained his usual look on his face, as if he asked unintentionally: "Patricia, how old are you this year?"

The cook wiped the grease on her mouth with the back of her hand and said with some trepidation, "Well, more than 30."

Qi Ya breathed a sigh of relief and said: "So, Patricia, you treat me as your son, right? You saw me and April eating together at noon, um, did you shed tears of joy when we were talking about marriage?" "

Qi Jianhao himself didn't believe this.

The cook usually looked at him like a hungry wolf staring at a lamb, and the words "I'll open a restaurant to feed you" didn't sound like words uttered by overflowing maternal instincts.

However, his body is only 16 years old, how could Patricia do this?

Old wife, young husband and so on, Qi Ya shuddered just thinking about it.The misconception of the cook must be corrected!A simple foster mother or foster sister is the bright road! !

After hearing Qiya's words, Patricia's rekindled love flame was once again extinguished.

Just like a girl who is crazy about chasing stars and suddenly learns that the actor she likes is married, the cook's tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.

She choked up her voice and struggled to respond:

"Yes, I have always regarded you as my own son."

"These are tears of joy for my mother."

At this time, Ai Puli called Qi Ya in an unkind tone at the kitchen door, signaling the other party not to mess around.

Saki Kenhao comforted the little evil girl, then patted Patricia's voluptuous shoulder with a complicated expression, sighed, and turned to leave.

In this case, it is impossible to be responsible, even in this life.

But he couldn't just let his few friends in the town continue to be sad. Qi Ya began to think about how to guide Patricia to invest her energy in more meaningful things.

Time soon came to the afternoon, and the battle to determine the position of the clan leader was about to begin.

In the square, the arena has been dismantled, and a few long tables have been placed instead, with a simple handicap.

The security team under the clan elders' association was responsible for maintaining order. Qi Ya saw that the table was already filled with piles of Baileys and scattered gold and silver jewelry.

Saki Kenhao whispered a few words in the little evil girl's ear.

April's eyes lit up, and then she asked hesitantly: "Do you really want to go all-in? But I think you are not in good condition today, and Brother Kurta is really much stronger."

Qi Ya nodded, touched the little evil girl's head, and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry! If you lose, I will compensate you for the entire Baisha Island."

Hearing this, Ai Puli rolled her eyes at Qi Ya, then not to be outdone, she touched Qi Ya's head on tiptoes and said, "Come on! Defeat my brother!!"

With a dark face, Qi Ya silently took the little evil girl's hand off his head, nodded slightly, turned around and walked towards the ring.

April was busy going home to get all her wealth.

After sitting cross-legged on the ring and waiting quietly for half an hour, Kurta, dressed in brown leather armor and holding a heavy hammer, entered the ring, followed by a thin old man from the clan's elders' association.

Qi Ya stood up and stretched his muscles.

He began to look for the little evil girl among the crowd of people in the audience, trying to confirm whether this half-grown girl had already settled the matter.

The swordsman's eyesight allowed him to quickly find April, who was standing on the edge of the boulder and waving excitedly. It was probably due to the identity of the other party. There was only one little evil girl on the rock that could accommodate five or six people.

Seeing that the opponent was already interested in watching the competition, Qi Ya felt relieved.

He really doesn't have many Baileys on hand. Now that he has the opportunity to make a fortune, he naturally doesn't want to give up this opportunity. Well, before the truth is revealed, the little evil girl's money is his money.

When the two candidates for the clan leader all stood on the stage, the excitement in the arena reached its peak.

Influenced by the enthusiastic townspeople, the thin old man of the clan elders association was also aroused in his heart. He chanted the originally simple opening speech in a measured tone for more than ten minutes.

Finally, Kurta on the side couldn't stand the old man's endless chatter. He threw the heavy hammer on the table, crossed his arms and interrupted:

"Grandpa Victor, that's almost enough. It's time to go down."

Taking in the fierce power of the kurta, Victor only dared to murmur a few times, and then walked off the stage dejectedly.

When only the two fighting men were left in the field, Kurta turned his attention to Qia Ya and said as a cold uncle:

"You are quite worthy of my sister now. But to prevent you from feeling sorry for my sister in the future, I, as the brother, want to show you what real power is today!"

Looking at the madman protecting his sister in front of him, Saki Kenhao forced a smile, and then without saying a word, he drew the sword "Garcia" from his waist.

In the face of real power, all harsh words are like paper walls that can be broken with a poke.

If you really have something to say, it might as well be done after you defeat your opponent.

Seeing that Qi Ya was so disrespectful to his future uncle, Kurta lifted the heavy hammer on the table with a dark face, shook it a few times, and then smashed it directly towards the opponent's position.

"Oh!"

The heavy hammer hit the ground, and a small spiderweb-like crack appeared on the table made of thick stone slabs. Saki Kenhao easily dodged the attack, stepped forward, and made an unpretentious chopping motion.

After acquiring the basics of swordsmanship, he mainly practiced the three movements of chopping, horizontal slashing, and forward stabbing;

After upgrading it to primary swordsmanship, his own sword control level has been greatly enhanced, and at the same time he has unlocked a lot of basic sword moves;

But if we say what is the biggest gain, Qiya thinks it is the top-down spiritual baptism after being promoted to intermediate swordsmanship.

Now, not only can he pick up all the basic swords at his fingertips, he can also understand the breath of all things and cut off most things that ordinary people find difficult to cut.

Therefore, this chop carried an indomitable momentum, and the black and gray texture on the blade shone with a sharp sheen.

Today was different from the past. Kurta felt that no matter how hard-headed he was, he would not dare to use his fist to catch the opponent's sword blade.

He decisively chose to give up the heavy hammer in his hand, giving himself the opportunity to retreat.At the same time, he clenched his left fist until the veins in his arm were exposed, and then it shot towards Qiya's head like a cannonball.

Noticing the threat on the right, Qi Jianhao instantly made a choice between raising his sword to block or ducking.

He half-bowed, leaned forward, exerted force on his feet, and struck out with his second sword: forward thrust.

At this point where Kurta's old strength was not exhausted and new strength was not yet generated, he had no choice but to dodge sideways while retreating. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand to grasp the opponent's sword-holding wrist.

Qi Ya suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated. He did not stop until he retreated to the position where the heavy hammer was discarded. His breathing was long and melodious, and he did not look like he had been in a fierce battle at all.

Kurta stopped and looked at Qi Ya in confusion, wondering what kind of medicine the other person was selling in the gourd.

Qi Jianhao picked up the heavy hammer with his free left hand. The force transmitted from his hand was very heavy, roughly estimated to be no less than two hundred kilograms.

To be able to carry this thing and use it as a weapon, Kurta and his grandfather Saint Zachary in front of him were probably the only ones in Qishan Town who could do it.

After trying the heavy hammer around, Qia threw it back to Kurta.

The audience behind the other party saw the heavy object flying in the air. They were frightened for a moment and fled in all directions. It was not until the two-meter-tall man caught it steadily that they finally calmed down.But no one dared to come closer than two meters to the ring.

"Why don't you just defeat me? Is it because of my sister that you showed mercy?" Kurta asked doubtfully.

"A little bit." Qi Ya made nonsense.

After a pause, he then said seriously: "I don't have much practical experience in sword training so far, and you are a very good opponent. This is the main reason. Therefore, I hope this fight can last longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar system mechanical sound sounded:

"Ding triggers mission: Extreme Explosion."

"Mission introduction: The opponent in front of you is a strong person among ten thousand people. You need to unleash all your strength within 1 minute to defeat the opponent! If the mission is successful, you will receive 10 mission points. If the mission fails, you will be weakened. Three days.”

Qia Ya: ""

If he could turn back time, he would definitely not throw the weapon back to the opponent so quickly.

Kurta, who was now holding the heavy hammer again, became energetic again after hearing what Qi Ya said. When he was about to say something, Qi Jianhao from the opposite side had already attacked.

"Qi Ya, I find that I appreciate you a little." Kurta said cheerfully while avoiding the opponent's fierce attacks.

Qi Ya paid attention to the change of time, pursed his lips tightly, and without saying a word, he performed a Thousand Flashes.

Facing the dense sword screen, Kurta did not retreat but advanced. Taking advantage of his long hand and long weapon, he blasted the heavy hammer straight away, intending to exchange for the victory of this battle with an injured arm.

Qi Ya collected Qiandian and dodge sideways at the same time.

When the heavy hammer passed across his chest, in order to prevent the opponent from changing his attack midway and attacking again, he took the first step and used his free left hand to press the hammer handle to fly it away.

After stabilizing his body, Qi Ya cast another Swift.

The sword in his hand seemed to become a long line visually. One end of the line was in Qia's hand, and the other end was Kurta's left arm. In just a moment, he stabbed the opponent's left arm. A small hole emerged.

This is the result of not fully restraining your strength after retaining your strength.

At this time, the system's timing has just reached 46 seconds, and it is still beating firmly.

"Do you want the other party to admit defeat personally?" Qi Ya thought to himself, looked at the remaining time, and said to Kurta with a normal expression: "You lost."

Kurta looked at his stabbed arm, but had no intention of refuting. Since the opponent could stab his arm without him reacting, it would be better to change the target to fatal parts such as the heart, throat, and brain. Same.

But didn't you just say "I hope this fight can last longer"?Forgot so quickly?

With doubts, Kurta muttered: "I lost!"

The timer is set at 53 seconds.

Qi Ya breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He found that after this broken system had been silent for a period of time, it was increasingly looking for trouble for him!

He doesn't know how to figure out the host's thoughts at all! !

"Ding, the mission is completed, and you will receive the reward, 10 mission points."

"Swordsman, as a profession that can explode all its strength in an instant, explosive skills are indispensable. It is the product of accumulated experience. I hope the host can hone his own real explosive skills as soon as possible."

When the mechanical sound of the system fell, the uproar in the audience was no longer as lively as it was at the beginning. Qi Ya looked at the somewhat shocked "uncle", thought for a moment and said:

"Kurta, do you know what your problem is?"

"Where?" Kurta asked doubtfully, not paying any attention to the bleeding wound on his left arm.

"Explosive skills!" Qi Ya said seriously, "You lack your own explosive skills!"

Kurta thought for a while, and then asked: "Why do you say that?"

Qi Ya put the "Garcia" in his hand back on his waist and said with a normal expression: "Think about it, do you have all your strength but can't seem to use it?"

Kurta thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

Qi Ya: "This is a manifestation of the lack of explosive skills. I once saw such a character in a book. Like you, he has physical strength that ordinary people don't have, but he was taught a set of ax skills. When he encountered The opponent only needs three axes to determine the outcome."

Kurta couldn't help but feel envious when thinking about that scene, and asked quickly: "Then what should I do?"

Qi Ya rubbed his chin and said:

"Create your own explosive skills. No one on this island can help you. But I can provide you with some ideas, provided you agree to one condition." Fupin Chinese