Roar~

A terrifying tiger roar seemed to explode in his ears. Zhao Yinshun's pupils shrank slightly and his whole body trembled, as if he really saw a white-fronted tiger with dazzling eyes charging towards him.

His entire line of sight was obscured by a formidable tiger claw, and he had no time to think. Zhao Yinshun could only rely on his most primitive muscle memory to throw out sword rays.

Dangdangdang~

The clash of the iron sword and the flesh palm made a crisp metallic collision sound. Zhao Yinshun fought and retreated, and it took him nearly ten swords to stop the head-on blow!

"Hoo~ho~ho~"

When He Yubo stopped his hand and stood up, Zhao Yinshun's extremely tense nerves relaxed and he gasped for air.

Only then did he realize that his heart was beating wildly and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

In just a few seconds, he felt as if he was on the verge of death. His whole body felt like an electric shock and his scalp was numb.

"Teach...teach, please say something before you take action!"

Zhao Yinshun gasped for breath, glared at He Yubo who had a smirk on his face, and said in a trembling voice with grief and indignation.

It was clear that one second he was still several meters away, and the next second he appeared in front of him like an ejection flash. The sprinting process in the middle was like a video frame dropping, and he couldn't react at all!

If he hadn't deliberately slowed down the moment the attack approached, Zhao Yinshun would have had to wait until his head was removed to realize that he was dead.

"Who would say hello to you seriously? In actual combat, no one will wait for you to be ready!"

He Yubo walked around with a smile, like a tiger waiting for an opportunity to move around Zhao Yinshun.

In a daze, Zhao Yinshun seemed to smell the stench of carnivorous beasts blowing towards his face, and a huge invisible pressure instantly enveloped him.

His steps trembled, and he instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was only then that he realized that he had been forced to the edge of the field, and he would have to exit the ring if he took one step back!

Understanding that this was a test given by his teacher, Zhao Yinshun tightened the iron sword in his hand, suddenly raised his brows, and looked at the attribute panel in surprise.

[Basic Swordsmanship]: LV.13

Is this an upgrade?!

Thinking of the terrifying excitement between life and death just now, Zhao Yinshun seemed to have some realization. He took a deep breath and the corners of his mouth raised slightly uncontrollably.

It’s just practice, don’t be afraid of a hammer!

Phew~

The unopened iron sword cut through the air and struck at He Yubo in an arc.

"Yoho~"

He Yubo raised his brows slightly and showed his white teeth in surprise. He didn't expect that Zhao Yinshun would dare to attack him when he deliberately showed off his momentum.

Young man, you are very brave~

When the sword edge came close to him, He Yubo turned his head slightly at the last moment, and the strong wind brought by the iron sword almost brushed his skin.

The sword failed, and Zhao Yinshun struck again with his backhand, but before he could raise the sword's edge, a thick "orchid finger" appeared in front of him.

It’s over!

Snapped!

The crisp blow caused his whole head to jump back, and he staggered back three or four steps. In the end, he still couldn't stand still and sat down on the ground.

"Hiss~"

Squeezing his teeth, Zhao Yinshun touched the swelling on his head and felt that his whole body was dizzy.

"One inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. The sword is a mid-range attack weapon. In the same realm, your shooting speed cannot be compared with that of an unarmed enemy!"

"When fighting in close combat, once your sword power fails, the best option is to take advantage of the situation and switch to defense, and then open it again to keep the enemy within your attack range and at the same time unable to attack you. This is the invincible position!"

He stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Yinshun up from the ground. He Yubo squeezed his shoulders and taught him earnestly.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yinshun nodded, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

Since the vision of extra-dimensional creatures can work wonders when practicing internal skills, can it be used in swordsmanship?

Although one is [Dharma] and the other is [Skill], looking at the two exercises side by side on the attribute panel, Zhao Yinshun vaguely felt that something was wrong!

The attribute panel was compiled from truth information, and two seemingly unrelated things were specially extracted. Maybe they had something in common that he couldn't understand at a deeper level.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Yinshun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly opened them after a long time.

Divinity!

resonance!

He Yubo patiently waited for his disciple to sum up his experience without urging him until he saw Zhao Yinshun's faintly opened eyes...

Huh~

All the cold hairs on the body suddenly exploded, standing straight up, and the brain went blank. Only the most primitive desire to survive took over the body.

Boom~

A shallow pit the size of a washbasin was dug out of the hard arena floor. He Yubo was like a bolt of lightning that bounced back dozens of meters and landed on the beam, standing on all fours, like a big cat with exploded fur!

"…………"

Zhao Yinshun fell into silence for a moment as he looked at He Yubo, whose body tensed up into a large, fully charged bow that could escape at any time.

Their eyes met, and the horror just now seemed like an illusion. He Yubo's ferocious expression slowly froze, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.

"…………"

"…………"

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm showing you how to distance yourself."

"My attack range isn't that far."

"You have to have dreams as a person. What if you master the sword-controlling skill in the future and can take someone's head from a thousand steps away?"

He Yubo jumped down from the beam gently, landed on the ground quietly, and said seriously.

Zhao Yinshun looked at the terrifying potholes on the ground, and then looked at He Yubo's pretending to be calm, indicating that he believed his lies.

"Cough cough cough, come on, let's continue."

Forcibly changing the subject, He Yubo stretched out his tiger claws and carefully grabbed Zhao Yinshun.

Even though he had narrowly escaped death several times in his life and faced the horror of life and death, he had never lost his composure like he did just now!

The despair and terror of that moment passed so quickly that even he could not recall it, let alone be sure whether it was really an illusion.

Qiang~

The afterimage of the iron sword flickered and struck his hand hard, and he struggled to block the attack.

Staring into his disciple's bright and clear eyes, a trace of confusion flashed across He Yubo's eyes.

No problem?

Could it be... I just saw it wrong?

By the way, foreigners seem to have something called [nervousness]. Do I have that disease?

Or is it inner demons?

But what qualifications do I, a mere third-level warrior, have to produce inner demons?

It’s not like those fancy jobs…

He Yubo was giving moves to his disciples nonchalantly. He Yubo's mind was in a mess. He suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his fingertips, and he came back to his senses in an instant.

"Huh?!"

Only then did He Yubo realize that in just a few minutes, his disciple's sword power had undergone subtle changes.

More fluid, more silky, more agile!

If his sword moves just now were full of craftsmanship, dull and stiff, he could handle them even with his eyes closed.
Chapter completed!