Unknown Knight

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Aix used all his strength to perform the last move of "Nine Swords and Thirteen Styles", and his fine linen shirt was soaked with sweat.

He has already mastered this set of martial arts very well. Not long ago, he told himself that practicing martial arts here was a waste of time, with high cost and low results, and it might not be useful at the critical moment. But what can you ask him to do now?

He was simply too bored, but there was nothing he could do. The leaders of the territory were all very capable, with someone in charge of every task. They did their jobs effectively and in an orderly manner, so it would be unnecessary for him to interfere.

Even the tasks he was given were clearly arranged, leaving him no chance to find fault to experience his superiority, to show off his power and criticize others, or to feel his existence. It seemed as if he was the only idle person in the territory.

Since the opening of Tangquan Winter School, a new door has opened up in Miss Gangde's world, allowing her, who is addicted to teaching, to finally find what she loves.

The territory now has four permanent classes for children aged five to fourteen. He has already become the principal and is also responsible for teaching two subjects, literature and martial arts. He is a recognized busy man in the territory.

Even Kress has become a busy person. She is now in charge of a special operations elite team. She appears and disappears mysteriously all day long. Sometimes even Axel doesn't know what she is busy with. She also often carries out joint operations with Bandak, making everything mysterious.

The only one left is Sophia, the bodyguard, who follows him around all day long, but he can't just think about that every day. He will get tired of eating too much delicacies from land and sea. There is no Versailles at all.

Many things in the world are like this. If you can't get what you want, you will ask for it more. Facing it every day will make you feel bored. As a loser in the original world, he had no chance to experience it and never felt anything. Now that his identity is different, he has a personal experience and finally understands what the troubles of rich and powerful people are.

He wanted to go out and become a business leader, but his leaders wouldn't allow him. He wanted to invent something, but he wasn't cut out for it. Looking at the pile of messy drawings every day gave him a headache.

Just today, when I heard about Resarit Xiumu, I pulled him over to practice sword with me. I heard that he used to be a sword instructor and his family learned martial arts well. I have always wanted to ask him for advice, but everyone is busy and I haven't had the chance.

He thrust his sword into the sandy ground of the training ground without mercy, took the towel handed to him by Sophia, wiped the sweat off his face and said to Resarit:

"I think it would be better for me to go back to the elite scimitar I used before. This broadsword is too heavy for me and doesn't feel right."

"No, sir. You are quite strong, and your height and build are a good match for the length and weight of this sword. It is a good fit."

Resarit never lied to Aix, he was not good at lying, and he had no habit of flattering. His words were usually very pertinent, and Aix could not refute them, but today he had a different opinion.

"You didn't realize that this sword has a huge flaw. As a weapon, you have to protect yourself before attacking others. This sword is too big and too heavy. It has too many loopholes when used and is difficult to defend. It is easy for a flexible opponent to take advantage of it during a fight.

I think the scimitar and shield are more suitable for me. They can defend and attack, and are more flexible. They have more advantages. "

Aix expressed his opinion.

"Sir, the two-handed heavy sword also has defensive moves. If you practice it well, it's no worse than a scimitar with a shield."

Resarit retorted, shaking his head.

"I know. As for blocking, I've tried it, but I'm always half a beat slower than others. No matter how much I practice, it's useless. Being too clumsy and too heavy is the shackles that this sword can't break through in terms of defense."

"No, sir, the two-handed heavy sword has its own unique defensive moves. It is not the traditional standing still defense."

Without further ado, Resarit took out two wooden swords, one long and one short, and threw the shorter one-handed sword to Aix, saying:

"Let's practice sparring and you'll know."

Aix knew the advantages of the two-handed heavy sword. After arriving at the venue and standing still, he took the initiative to launch an attack, sliding close to the opponent and thrusting the sword.

Seeing that he was about to hit the target, Aix even thought that victory was imminent, but he saw Resarit calmly retreat half a step, then swung his sword horizontally with a small angle, and lightly blocked Aix's rapier.

Aix was unwilling to give up, so he raised his sword and chopped it down. Resarit took a half step back and held his sword horizontally, once again easily blocking Aix's one-handed sword.

Aix was a little anxious at this time, and he made a sword flower, slashing from bottom to top. Resarit still took a step back, easily pushed the sword downwards, and blocked it again.

This time he did not allow Aix to attack again. When his moves were outdated, he exerted a little force and pushed Aix forward. Then he took advantage of the momentum and thrust his greatsword forward quickly, hitting the empty goal in Aix's chest, causing Aix to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Ignoring the dull pain in his chest, Aix, who was still on the ground, immediately understood what was going on. He slapped the ground excitedly and shouted:

"Well, you are indeed a master of swordsmanship."

In fact, the idea behind Resarit's use of a two-handed sword to block is very simple, which is to exchange space for time.

The greatsword is heavy and requires a large range of movement, which makes it difficult to turn around. Your moves will always appear to be half a beat slower than others, making it easy for others to take advantage of you.

However, Resarit's method was just to take a half step back, which easily resolved his disadvantage and avoided the sharpness of the opponent's attack when it was most powerful. He only used half a sword move to block the opponent's full-strength attack.

Then he used this half-move advantage to turn passivity into initiative, counterattacked faster than his opponent, and finally won the victory.

Axel felt that there was more to it than just that, and as if he had realized something, he immediately sat cross-legged and began to meditate. It was not that he was pretending to be great, but he needed to calm down and sort out the current confusion and clarify the relationships between everything.

After a moment, he stood up, and during this time he figured out a lot of things.

In fact, the art of fighting does not entirely rely on moves, strength, and agility to win. Sometimes strategy is the most critical factor to victory.

Just like the competition just now, the advantages of his one-handed sword are lightness and flexibility, and the disadvantage is that it is short. The advantages of Resarit's two-handed heavy sword are weight and length, and the disadvantage is that it is slow to change moves.

When two sides confront each other, the goal is to find ways to overcome and avoid their own shortcomings, give full play to their own strengths, and thus achieve victory.

Instead of rigidly applying fixed quantities such as moves, strength, and speed, thinking that these advantages can be relied upon to win by crushing the opponent.

As the saying goes, there is a limit to what one can do. Nothing can have all the advantages. The key to success is to know one's own strengths and weaknesses and then adopt corresponding strategies.

And this is not limited to martial arts. As the saying goes, many principles are the same, and once you understand one, you will understand everything. This idea can be extended to understanding in all aspects.

Just like when two countries go to war, the strong may not necessarily win, and the weak may not necessarily lose. As long as they are used properly, they can find corresponding strategies. Knowing yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. This is the truth.

Thinking back on my previous understanding of martial arts, it was too superficial. In fact, practicing martial arts well can not only strengthen the body, but also be a kind of cultivation for the mind.

After gaining some insights, I thought about the sparring with Resarit just now. He used a two-handed heavy sword. His strategy was to avoid the edge of his attack, exchange space for time, accumulate advantages by retreating, and finally launch a fatal blow when his advantages were exhausted.

The method to crack it seems simple now. Just get close to him in time, use more feints when making moves, and then attack when you find his weakness, and you will be able to break it.

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and said to Resarit:

"Let's do it again!"

The two of them didn't say much and started fighting immediately.

This time, Aix also approached first, but did not attack first. Instead, he used his one-handed sword to make a feint attack on the hilt of Resarit's sword. He did not use up all his strength, but would retreat after sticking to him, then change direction and continue attacking. He always followed the rhythm and stuck to Resarit's body, waiting for him to reveal a flaw before launching a winning blow.

Resarit seemed to see through Aix's strategy. He shouted loudly, took two quick steps back, and then swept across the chest, barely forcing Aix back.

The two seemed to see through each other's thoughts. They held their swords and moved in circles in the training ground.

Seeing that Aix had gained some insights in a short period of time and his knowledge of martial arts had improved a lot, Resarit couldn't help but admire him. He also wanted to test him, so he took the initiative to attack this time.

He used the power of the two-handed sword to chop with all his might. He thought that Aix would learn from his previous move and step back one or two steps to avoid the sharp attack.

But he didn't expect that what Aix was waiting for was his sword. Instead of retreating, he advanced and blocked his sword just when his sword was halfway cut.

Then, with the help of his strength, he moved half a step to the left and rear, swung the sword in his hand downward and backward, and then chopped from top to bottom, chopping on the blade of Resarit's sword. With great force, he chopped his sword out of his hand.

For a moment, everyone present was shocked, and the head guard Liu Tang even flattered him and shouted:

"Good! Your Excellency is mighty!"

Resarit had not expected that Aix had made such great progress in martial arts in such a short period of time, so he put aside his contempt and the two fought again.

This time Aix was not so relaxed. After all, the Resarit people not only had a family tradition of learning, but also practiced day after day and relied on this to make a living. The gap could not be made up by his momentary understanding.

This sparring lasted for more than an hour, and both of them won and lost. Overall, Axe lost more than he won. During the training, the two even exchanged weapons.

At the beginning, Aix was still defeated, but relying on his height and strength, he was gradually able to fight Resarit on equal terms. The two fought for a total of fifty or sixty rounds before they were satisfied.

Through this morning's sparring and insights, Axe felt that he had gained a lot and decided to practice more in the future. Not only could he improve his sword skills, but he could also strengthen his body, gain enlightenment, and reach a higher level.

It was only then that he noticed the waves of pain coming from his body. He looked down and saw that there were more than a dozen bruises on his arms. It seemed that he needed to ask Amanti to notify the craftsmen to make some protective gear for practice. Resarit had been keeping his hands to himself, otherwise several of his ribs would have been broken.