Both of them walked at a slow pace as though they were strolling in a park. However, they happened to stop at the sa ti when they were around five tres away from each other.
The two of them had refreshing looksthey had found a kindred spirit in one another.
It was a range where landing a hit was extrely difficult. Even if the opponent made a move, there was enough distance between them to react to it. Just from the fact that they had halted their steps at the sa range, they could sense that the other party was a martial artist.
People who practiced martial arts in the real world were far and few. It was now an era of technology where laser guns were actually a thing and were equipped as regular equipnt by the police force. What use was being proficient in martial arts in such an era? Thus the role of martial arts masters steadily declined.
It was a eting of minds. Such a rare occasion kindled the flas of battle spirit within them!
Handso Scholar readied himself in a guard position, leading with his left hand which held the round shield and pointing his sword in his right hand forwards at Drako Yau.
Please co at !
Drako Yaus fighting spirit was also reaching its peak. He had always been lonely, and the only true martial artist he had t was the old geezer. Sasakis style was a modernised swordsmanship which lacked ferocity; true battles were always accompanied by intense killing intent and invasiveness towards the enemy. Perhaps the youngster could refine his style after being instructed by Sasaki Kojirou.
On the other hand, Idyllic Poet, Zephyrwolf, and Hades were all very talented people. Still, they were still fundantally different from people like Drako Yau who practiced and trained in the art of combat.
Unfortunately, the old geezer was way above him and it was basically a thrashing session every ti they fought. Right now, an actual fighter who was trained in the way of martial arts was standing before him.
Drako Yau turned the zest within him into action. Mist seeped from his legs as he charged forwards with indomitable steps. He covered the several tres between them in no ti and thrusted his spear.
Handso Scholar calmly t the thrust with his shield. As tal clashed against one another, he furrowed his brows. What a strange force!
For soone of Handso Scholars calibre, it was natural to have pain perception set to 100 per cent. Even when blocked with his shield, the force behind the thrust seed to have seeped through his bones and numbed his arm. Various thoughts flashed through his mind, but his arms reacted just as quickly. He stabbed his sword from beneath his shield at Drako Yaus stomach.
This guy
After Handso Scholar blocked Drako Yaus thrust, he tilted his shield slightly upwards, turning the shields front towards the spearmans face. This tiny movent hid the direction of his stab, and Drako Yau could only tell he was attacking without knowing where it was coming from.
Turning his foot, Drako Yau spun aside like a whirlwind. He evaded Handso Scholars stab and swirled his spear, generating strength from the ground through his legs. His legs, waist, and arms connected as one as he sent a devastating sweeping attack at Handso Scholar.
Snake Sweep!
Handso Scholar tensed up. Although he was close enough that the spear tip couldnt hit him, he could feel the wind generated by the shaft speeding towards him. Getting hit by it would definitely hurt a fair bit. He lowered his body and lunged forwards with his shield to bash Drako Yau in the waist.
Interrupted by the shield bash, Drako Yaus sweep missed the target. He also didnt resist against the push and instead went along with it as he jumped backwards. The two stared at each other, separated by two tres between them. They could both sense their heavy atmospheres.
Drako Yau was surprised, for he had been wrong. This guy hes no martial artist. His techniques are solely for killing!
Hey Whitey, do you like playing online gas? A man with a cigarette stuck in his mouth as he controlled his avatar in an online ga asked the youngster standing behind him rrily.
A bit annoyed, the youngster called Whitey looked at his older brother with cool eyes and replied, No.
Heh, youre not interested because youve never played it before. Thats right, youve been in the army for so long. Joining the army for a year or twos enough to get it over with, yet youve stayed there for seven years already. Ah, lets not talk about that, co, sit here. Whiteys brother had an excited look as he made Whitey sit down and taught the clueless youngsters how to move, how to use skills
Whitey let his brother instruct himself like a puppet while thinking, I wonder what sort of expression the officer will make if he knew I was playing gas here.
White Lee, lieutenant of the Fourth Eastern City. He had risen through the ranks at lightning speed due to his combat ability, especially his extraordinary shield play which shocked the higher ups. The general of the Fourth Eastern City saw the young man as a prospect to be nurtured and always recomnded him to transfer over to the First Eastern City. After all, it was the city with the best future outlook among all Eastern Cities.
White Lee had indeed broken plenty of records in the army. Shields that could block laser guns existed, but most invested their ti into practicing shooting laser guns and rifles instead. He, however, had discovered a new path for himself.
He was still young, and personal combat capability was just one of many aspects of being a soldier. Leadership was more important in an army. As such, after spending seven years in the army camp, the general patted his shoulders and said sothing along the lines of youngsters should rest more and sent him ho for vacation.
White Lee made a wry smile as he controlled the avatar called Handso Scholar. His brothers na was Book Lee, though his brother was pretty dissatisfied with his own na. He claid that he had never won in casinos due to his na.
[Note: Book and Lose have the sa pronunciation in Cantonese.]
Eh? Book Lee looked at his younger brother who was slaying monsters left and right with his avatar. Woah! Whitey, youre good! He exclaid while throwing his arms into the air. He had been stuck on this level for quite a while already.
How was it? Fun, right? Book Lee spat a mouthful of smoke at White Lee, making him cough.
Not bad.
That was the last ti he ever saw his brother again.
A traffic accident had taken away Book Lees life. White Lee was told it was a case of drunk driving, and the guy who killed his brother was never coming out of jail again. Yet none of that mattered to hiven if he killed the guy, his brother wasnt coming back.
White Lee politely refused the generals attempts at persuading him to stay and left the army. He joined the army to protect his family, his brother. Apart from his own daily expenses, he had mailed all his salary back to his brother. It was also the reason why he chose to use the shield: to protect.
For a month he stayed at ho, eating only once per day. He did nothing but stare at his computer at ho the entire ti.
Until one day, he received a phone call.
Book! Whereve you been for the whole month? Those bastards from the Hung Clan are right at our doorsteps!
Startled, he asked, Who are you.
White Lee started using the account Handso Scholar again and played various online gas. When Real World was published, the ga which utilised brainwaves to replicate body movents propelled him to the spot of Number One Paladin.
The na was the embodint of both himself and his brother. It was their pride. The shield in his hands was for defending the pride which belonged to them and only them.
Handso Scholar would never lose to anyone.
Reviews
All reviews (0)