SWDnovel Chapter 47 Instruments
Chapter 47 Instruments
Without hesitation, Yang Silang took a few quick steps and rushed out of the martial arts hall, running to the large training ground outside.
Even clad in heavy armor and possessing solid mud-walking skills, he could tread the ground as if it were oil, using all the muscles in his legs and body to propel himself forward like a shadow, floating on the ground.
Long Yi took a step forward, almost stepping out one foot at a time.
"Where are you going...?"
He flicked his spear, and a spear flower pierced Yang Silang's back.
"Today I'll teach you the middle-level style first!"
Gunshots rang out, piercing the air.
Yang Silang felt a muscle in his back throbbing wildly.
brush!
His speed suddenly increased significantly, and under pressure, he even sped up a few more times!
"Can it still run?"
Long Yi was startled and hurriedly followed. But when he stretched out his arm, it grew several feet longer. He thrust the spear forward, and the spear flew out like a swimming dragon. He then held the spear with one hand, still holding it firmly.
He wielded the long spear in a dazzling display of skill, completely enveloping Yang Silang.
"Kid, I'll teach you how to block, parry, chop, and sweep this morning."
The clashing of spears obscured Yang Silang's figure, and all that could be heard inside was the incessant clanging of metal as long sticks and spears clashed, interspersed with muffled sounds of flesh being beaten and groans of pain.
On both sides of the main gate of the martial arts hall.
Countless heads popped out, each one staring in disbelief.
Goodness, if you don't become a Copper-Skinned Warrior, you'll get beaten up; if you do become a Copper-Skinned Warrior, you'll get beaten up even harder.
Wang Daniu exclaimed in surprise.
"Won't I be pricked like a hedgehog?"
Someone replied that he had seen the gun; it was a blunt-tipped gun and couldn't kill anyone.
"But a blunt object hurts more when it pierces a person..." Wang Daniu muttered under his breath.
Ma Qianli turned his head.
"Brother Yan, you said last time that you were making rapid progress, and that you'd probably break through in about a month?"
Yan Tiansheng shook his head resolutely with a serious expression.
"I've been practicing martial arts lately, and I feel my foundation is weak. There are still many things I haven't fully grasped. I think it might take two months, no, at least three months, to break through!"
"And you, Brother Ma?"
Ma Qianli touched his nose and laughed.
"I am dull-witted, even worse, so it will probably take me four or five months."
The two exchanged a knowing smile, a tacit understanding forming between them... It would be better for this copper-skinned martial artist to break through to the next level more slowly.
This day, as the sun began to set and classes ended,...
"These are two bottles of topical medicated oil. The white bottle contains the bones of the mythical beast Thousand-Bone Snake, while the black bottle's main ingredient is the fur of the woolly rhinoceros. It can promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and nourish muscles and bones. Apply it well tonight and continue tomorrow."
Long Yi threw down two bottles of medicinal oil and left excitedly, undoubtedly off to drink and carouse.
"It hurts...be gentle..."
Yang Silang stood still, while Wang, Ma, and Yan worked together to remove the iron armor from his body.
On the iron blades, there were many pits and scratches, marks left from being stabbed by blunt spears, shot by arrows, hit by sledgehammers, and bumped by shields today.
After removing his armor, Yang Silang's clothes were soaked through, as if he had just taken a bath. His exposed skin was covered in bruises, with not a single patch of undamaged flesh.
Everyone was amazed and secretly made bets to see if Yang Silang could put on his iron armor tomorrow and how long he could hold out.
The next day.
Everyone marveled at Yang Silang, who ran swiftly across the playground, as fast as a lion or tiger.
If they hadn't witnessed firsthand how badly he was beaten yesterday, it would have been hard for anyone to imagine that someone could recover completely overnight, able to carry and run again.
"Da Niu, is Si Lang really that strong?" Ma Qianli asked, his face full of doubt. "Could the three-legged stance training of porters have such a miraculous effect?"
Wang Daniu scratched his head and could only say that his fourth brother was born this way, with endurance and recovery ability far exceeding that of ordinary people.
On the playground.
Long Yi was secretly alarmed.
This guy took so much damage yesterday, I thought he'd need two or three days to recover, and today I was even ready to go easy on him.
Little did anyone know that at the very beginning of the training, a moment of carelessness almost allowed the kid to escape!
Even with 90% of my strength, this guy could barely hold on. Although he was full of flaws, in terms of pure physical strength, he was far beyond the level of a max-level copper-skinned martial artist.
No, no, no, it must be because I drank fake alcohol at Fengyanlou yesterday, that's why I feel weak and limp.
Long Yi found an excuse and then became ruthless.
"Lie down...you brat..."
"The more you can take it, the harder you'll get beaten!"
"I'd like to see how many days you can hold out..."
Yang Silang fell to the ground with a thud, sent flying by a spear. Weighing over 200 pounds, he and his armor flew up in a cloud of dust, and his body ached.
A month later.
There were no more curious heads peeking out from either side of the entrance to the martial arts hall.
If you see it every day, it becomes less special.
Everyone thought that Yang Silang could only last a day or two before reaching his limit, and that he would need to rest for a few days before he could continue training.
Who would have thought he was such a ruthless person? He was beaten until his whole body was covered in bruises every day, but the next day he would still grit his teeth and stand on the playground, his movements still perfectly normal.
On this point, everyone has to admit it.
By now, Yang Silang had persisted for a month, completing a six-day cycle, and had mastered the five basic weapons: sword, spear, bow, hammer, and shield. Wearing iron armor, he could exchange a few moves with the instructor.
At first, everyone felt sympathy for Yang Silang, empathizing with his plight and expressing some concern.
Now, all we can hope is that Yang Silang can hold on for longer.
Ever since Yang Silang started training, everyone was surprised to find that Long Yiyan no longer had time to beat them up; he was exempt from both morning and afternoon training!
Everyone practiced their boxing stances, stood in meditation, and exchanged ideas. Occasionally, Long Yi would give some pointers after finishing his beating of Yang Silang. Life couldn't be more comfortable.
Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.
Brother Silang, you must hold on to the very end!
On the playground outside, a tin can-shaped boy ran swiftly ahead, while a fat winter melon-shaped boy followed closely behind with a gun.
He ran, he chased, he couldn't escape.
If I can't escape, then I won't.
Iron Canned Man turned around, wielding a long, blunt-tipped spear, and launched a fierce counterattack. Surprisingly, his technique was quite impressive. The two men's spears rained down on each other like a storm.
The gun barrels clashed, sparks flying everywhere.
The more Long Yi hit him, the more frustrated he felt.
I've lost so much... I've lost a huge amount of money.
This kid treated me to ten meals at Fengyanlou Restaurant, I'm losing out!
Based on his assessment of the Copper-Skinned Martial Artist's strength, he originally planned to teach (beat) him for one day and rest for two days. Who would have thought that this guy would be so resilient? If he hadn't seen the other party break through with his own eyes, he would have suspected that the other party was an Iron-Bone Martial Artist wearing Yang Silang's skin.
They're incredibly resilient!
In the past few days, his progress has been visible to the naked eye. He is getting stronger and stronger every day. Long Yi felt like he was being taken advantage of. After dealing with this kid, he was exhausted, and even drinking good wine at night didn't taste good!
Thinking of this, Long Yiyan felt displeased and roared.
"Change the knife..."
The two rolled and fought their way to the edge of the playground.
With a sharp cry, Long Yi threw his spear and kicked it at the weapon rack beside him. A long sword flew towards Yang Silang, and he grabbed another long sword at the same time.
Seeing a knife flying towards him, Yang Silang quickly grabbed his gun and flicked it.
The knife was flying very fast, but it was caught by the spearhead, and the hilt of the knife got wrapped around the spear shaft. It spun around rapidly more than a dozen times before landing steadily.
He swiftly threw his gun and grabbed his knife. Seeing Old Deng's arms swinging like a mountain, he quickly used a move called "Raising Fire to the Sky" to block him.
Yang Silang's eyes were bright, and his body was trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.
Where can you find such a great sparring partner? No, such a great training partner!
In the past month, he has made more progress than he has in all his previous martial arts training combined!