Chapter 163 Hey, Mr. Ryan, Is My Swordsmanship Okay? (7,000 Words Long, Please Subscribe)

The morning light came from the east, bringing the breath of life to all things.

On the first floor of the hotel, in the restaurant.

Ryan sat opposite Freni and Cecilia and had breakfast together.

This morning's food was a simple fruit salad and soft white bread.

Ryan symbolically dealt with two bites, which could not satisfy his gluttony at all, while observing the witch lady who seemed unhappy for some reason with the corner of his eye.

Soon, Ryan retracted his gaze.

The captain's mood was like the changeable weather. Although it was sunny most of the time, it would sometimes be cloudy and turn overcast.

At this time, he did not need his comfort, just let time pass naturally, and the cloudy day would return to sunny day.

This was the truth Ryan gained through practice.

After breakfast, Ryan stood up: "Captain, I'll go to the sword platform to take a look."

"Hmm..." Hearing this, Freni, who was a little absent-minded, came back to her senses and said seriously: "Be careful, if there is anything unusual, contact us in time."

Although her current strength is a little behind Mr. Ryan, the witch's magic can do many things that spirituality cannot achieve.

"Hmm."

Ryan nodded slightly.

Looking at the direction of Ryan's disappearing back, Freni sighed in her heart.

Although the last experience made her realize that if she wants to make good use of the heirloom of the Augustus family, she needs to have a normal heart.

However, when she thought of the 10w spiritual essence she lost last night, she felt so distressed that she even felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Only 160728 spiritual essences are left..."

"Useless traveler, hum."

The girl's mind turned around, and finally, Freni stood up and walked back to the room.

While gathering information yesterday, she collected a lot of books related to astrology, which she needed to read as soon as possible in order to improve her career compatibility.

Her strength has fallen behind Mr. Ryan, and she doesn't want to be lower than Mr. Ryan even in rank.

Cecilia, who followed behind Freni, remained silent, but her resolute eyes showed her inner thoughts.

…

Ryan strolled leisurely on the main street, which was wide enough for eight carriages to run parallel.

On both sides of the street, there were stone houses built with long rock bricks.

It must be said that the living environment on Tianqingdao is indeed better than that on the outlying islands. The special geographical location has attracted a large number of chambers of commerce to invest here. It took hundreds of years of construction to achieve the current situation.

Influenced by many kendo clubs, most residents on Tianqingdao are martial artists and have high respect for those with superb swordsmanship.

Ryan's goal for this trip is the No. 6 Sword Platform located on the east side of the inner ring area.

The reason why he chose this place is that on the one hand, he likes the number 6, and on the other hand, the current owner of the No. 6 sword platform is a core disciple of the Tianqing Sword Dojo.

Ryan was a little concerned about the words of the rebel swordsman Durland.

Although he didn't want to delve into it, so as not to get into trouble, it was also a good thing to see the swordsmanship of the famous Tianqing Sword Dojo disciples.

The opening hours of the sword platform are from 9 am to 12 noon every day.

At this moment, anyone can challenge the owner of the sword platform. Although it is stipulated that the owner only needs to fight one game a day and can not accept any challenge, as the host, the sword platform guarded by the core disciples of the Tianqing Sword Dojo will not refuse any challenger as long as the sword platform is open, in order to show its majesty.

Facts have proved that the core disciples of the Tianqing Sword Dojo are indeed very strong.

Those who can come out to guard the platform are all fourth-level extraordinary professionals without exception.

It's not that there are no stubborn fourth-level people who go to challenge, but the end is not very good.

There are only five core disciples in the Tianqing Sword Dojo, and there are as many as ten sword platforms. There is no need to take on such a tough challenge.

Therefore, over time, the sword platforms guarded by the core disciples of the Tianqing Sword Dojo have become few and far between.

When Ryan came to Sword Platform No. 6, he saw such a deserted scene.

On the round sword platform built of iron and wood, there was a red carpet, and in the center of the red carpet, sat a stern man in a white dress with blue patterns and long hair casually draped over his shoulders.

He had a long sword across his knees, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if meditating.

"It's a core disciple I haven't seen before."

Ryan thought silently in his heart.

There are only five core disciples in the Tianqing Sword Dojo, four of whom he had seen last night.

The only one he hadn't seen before was the man in front of him.

- Hurricane Swordsman Walters.

According to the information Ryan had heard, Field was good at wind-attribute swordsmanship and was known for his speed. Before the first few challengers could react, they were broken and the sword tip was pressed against their throats and they admitted defeat.

In fact, of the five core disciples of Tianqing Sword Dojo, except for the current Tianqing chief, the other four core disciples all practiced wind-attribute swordsmanship.

After all, the leader of Tianqing Sword Dojo started out with wind-attribute swordsmanship.

As for why the current Tianqing chief was good at ice-attribute swordsmanship, Ryan didn't know.

Hearing is false, seeing is true. Ryan still wanted to observe the information about the "Hurricane Swordsman" with his own eyes.

Near the end of the preliminary round, compared with the desertedness in the early and middle stages, even the sword stage guarded by the core disciples of Tianqing Sword Dojo had gathered many challengers around it.

Of course, most of them did not come to challenge with the idea of ​​becoming the host, but wanted to take the opportunity to fight with the fourth-level swordsman and improve their swordsmanship.

And to get the guidance of the fourth-level swordsman, at least, you have to have a third-level level.

Ryan didn't wait long before a third-level pirate came on stage to challenge.

The one-handed sword is also a weapon used more frequently by pirates, and those who can be promoted to the third level basically have a good level in weapon training.

The third-level challenged the fourth-level. Obviously, the purpose of this pirate was not to win, but to hone his swordsmanship.

Ryan sat in the audience and watched quietly. Not far from him was a female swordsman with a baby-fat face.

She wore a relatively loose white swordsman's suit, but it was still difficult to hide the outline inside.

She looked at Ryan curiously and said crisply: "Hey, are you here to challenge too? New here? I don't think I've seen you on Tianqing Sea."

The girl's voice made Ryan turn his head slightly and look at the other person's childish face. He estimated that she was just 18 years old. As for the spiritual fluctuations on her body, it was only about the third level.

Ryan said in a gentle tone: "I just arrived yesterday and came to take a look today."

"Sure enough." The girl smiled brightly: "There is no one on this island who is more informed than me."

"My name is Noel, what about you?"

"Just call me Ryan." The code name Zifeng had been used last night, so today it was naturally to restart the Ryan vest.

In this world, the phenomenon of duplicate names is very serious, mainly distinguished by surnames, so a single name does not mean anything at all.

"Mr. Ryan..." The white-clothed swordsman Noel laughed, "How long do you think this guy can last?"

"Not sure." Ryan shook his head slightly. Rank cannot represent actual combat power. He himself is the most vivid example. Therefore, he will not make a judgment easily.

"Tsk." Noel said in amazement, "You are so boring... Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. Just take a look."

As the challenger came on stage, the hurricane swordsman Field in the center of the sword stage stood up.

"Are you ready?"

The voice that could not be heard was from the mouth of the hurricane swordsman Field. As the challenger nodded, the next moment, a green light swept across the sword stage. The professionals below the fourth level did not see the action clearly at all, and the tip of the sword had stopped in front of the challenger's throat.

"Gurgle..."

The challenger swallowed his saliva instinctively and said bitterly: "I give up..."

Hearing this, Hurricane Swordsman Field put down his sword and walked back to where he was. Then, he said in a cold voice: "For the finals the day after tomorrow, challengers below the fourth level should not waste my time."

"If there are any more people who overestimate their abilities, I will not show mercy."

The spiritual pressure of the fourth-level extraordinary professional swept all directions, making the scene extremely quiet.

Seeing the light in the eyes of the challengers who were originally preparing to go on stage dim, Hurricane Swordsman Field nodded slightly with satisfaction.

At the beginning, he sparred with swordsmen of various styles. Although they were weak, he still gained something.

However, this kind of gain soon became saturated. As the finals approached, he wanted to fight with real swordsmanship masters to improve his own level.

Although he knew very well that it was impossible to win the championship with his own strength, he had to rank higher at least, otherwise how could he hold his head up in front of his fellow apprentices in the future?

Just as Hurricane Swordsman Field was about to sit down again and close his eyes to meditate, suddenly, a clear sound of footsteps came into his ears.

I saw a young man with an extremely ordinary face and wearing a slender and tight suit stepping on the steps and stepping onto the sword stage.

Under the attention of a large number of spectators, he chuckled and said, "I will be your opponent."

"You..." Hurricane Swordsman Field frowned. The spirituality of this man was a little strange, but after he sensed it, he was surprised to find that his status was only second level.

He had just finished speaking when the other party stood up. Either he was a fool who was looking for death, or he was a swordsman who was absolutely confident in his own strength.

The former was too unlikely, and the latter...

Looking directly into the eyes of the young man, Field inexplicably felt a hint of danger, which made him take back the words he wanted to scold, and said instead:

"...Where is your sword?"

As a swordsman, it is a basic rule to keep a sword with you, but Field did not see the figure of a sword on this young man.

"Here it is." Ryan smiled, and with the flash of the space ring, the weapon was in his hand: "Sorry, my one-handed longsword is not convenient to carry, so it is stored in the space ring."

Looking at the huge black and red sword in Ryan's hand, not only the audience around, but also Field was stunned. Three seconds later, he widened his eyes: "Wait, you call this a one-handed longsword? Isn't this a giant sword?!"

"It's a one-handed longsword, right?" Ryan said as a matter of course: "Just tell me if I hold it with one hand, and if it's a sword, right?"

Field was choked and speechless.

The other party did hold it with one hand, and it was indeed a sword, but this...

In the audience, Noel looked at Ryan holding the big sword, her mouth slightly open.

This is the first time she has seen such a "novel" one-handed longsword. After a few seconds, she smiled: "...It seems that Mr. Ryan is not so boring."

"Huh..."

After taking a breath, Field said in a deep voice: "...Okay, even if you have a one-handed sword."

"But are you sure you want to use this weapon to challenge me?"

There is no doubt that the destructive power of the big sword is very strong, but it also depends on the situation. If it is a situation like the battlefield that requires large-scale opening and closing, the big sword is far stronger than the long sword, but in a one-on-one duel, A long sword is better than a broad sword.

After all, as long as a weak human flesh and blood body is hit in a critical area, it will basically end up with serious injuries or even death. There is no essential difference between cutting the throat with a long sword and smashing the throat and the entire neck to pieces with a big sword. , and using a long sword can save more energy, and holding a light weapon will make your own movements faster.

It's not like you're facing a huge monster, so why bother using a thankless weapon like a big sword?

"Of course." The smile on Ryan's face remained unchanged: "Mr. Field, can we start?"

After just watching the battle between the third-level challenger and the hurricane swordsman Field in the audience, Ryan understood that no matter how long he watched in the audience, he would not gain much - in his perception, the challengers around him did not There are fourth-level professionals, but the strength gap between the third-level and fourth-level ones is too terrifying, and it is impossible to see the specific swordsmanship, nor the strength of Field.

Simply, Ryan went straight to the stage.

"...You are ready and can start at any time." Field said in a deep voice after adjusting his emotions and regaining his composure.

Although he didn't know why he felt the crisis in a mere second-level elite professional, this did not prevent him from taking it seriously.

Cyan spirituality rose from Field's body and turned into thick spiritual pressure, covering the entire sword platform.

"Then, here I come."

While speaking, Ryan held the big sword in one hand and walked towards Field step by step.

His speed is not fast. It can even be said that he is pitifully slow. Not to mention professionals, even ordinary people can run faster than him.

But Field, his opponent, didn't think so.

Whenever he wanted to take action, his instinct as a swordsman would issue an early warning, as if any movement he made would result in a devastating blow.

This inexplicable feeling made Field's heart beat faster and heavier unconsciously, and he instinctively did not dare to take any action.

But the audience who didn't know why saw Field standing in the middle of the sword platform with an indifferent expression, seemingly disdainful of the young man with the big sword walking towards him step by step.

"The second level dares to challenge the fourth level. Does this person think that the hurricane swordsman has a good temper?"

"There's a good show to watch..."

Sounds of gloating about the misfortune circulated among the audience, and as a fourth-level extraordinary professional, Field's hearing was so sensitive that he naturally heard all these whispers.

But at this moment, he had no intention and no ability to explain.

As the distance between the two parties got closer, the strange sense of threat became stronger, causing Field's heartbeat to intensify. In the end, all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.

This won't work!

"drink!"

Field shouted low, suppressing the warning in his heart. The cyan spirituality around him suddenly surged, and his body turned into a straight line. The sharp long sword cut through the sky and struck directly at the face of the young man with the big sword opposite.

He had to take action. If he didn't take action, he felt that he would be unable to move due to this sense of threat.

The cyan sword light, like a real flowing wind, arrived in front of Ryan in an instant.

The strong wind blew his hair back slightly, and the cyan light spots in his pupils continued to expand.

This sword combines secret techniques and professional skills, and is extremely fast. Coupled with Field's senior fourth-level spiritual strength, even if it is a being of the same level, a careless move may cause him to suffer hatred on the spot.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to Ryan's eyebrows. However, when the distance between the two parties was only one meter, Field saw a strange look in the other party's eyes.

Before Field could understand the meaning, the next moment he was shaken all over.

A force he couldn't understand acted on his body, causing his right hand holding the sword to lose consciousness instantly. In shock, he had no time to retreat, and a black and red sword was already pressed against his shoulder, not far from his neck. , only a slight difference.

The heavy sword made Firpo's shoulders extremely painful.

He stared blankly at the smiling young man in front of him, truly unable to understand what kind of freak he must be to be able to hold such an exaggeratedly heavy "giant sword" with one hand.

The sharp edge of the sword made goosebumps rise on the skin of his neck.

After a brief silence, just when Field was about to bitterly admit defeat, he felt a lightness on his shoulder.

The young man with the big sword in front of him had already put the big sword behind his back, turned around and walked towards the sword platform.

"I surrender."

The light voice reached Field's ears, leaving him stunned and speechless.

He...this is...

It wasn't until Ryan's figure completely disappeared that Field, who was belatedly aware of it, realized that he was being looked down upon.

The strange look in the eyes of the young man with a big sword just now, looking back now, should be disappointment...

An unprecedented sense of humiliation burst out from my heart.

It's not that he can't accept defeat, but this act of not caring about admitting defeat and leaving after easily defeating himself has undoubtedly crushed his self-esteem to the ground.

Field was furious.

But the anger was mixed with fear and powerlessness that he himself didn't want to admit.

So, he who should have roared out in anger ended up just standing silently on the sword platform, like a poor puppy abandoned in the rain.

…

After leaving the sword platform, Ryan quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

With his skills and his desire to leave, even if these third-level spectators follow him carefully, they will soon lose him, not to mention that these people are still immersed in shock and unable to extricate themselves.

A man was walking on the street. After a while, he left Tianqing City and came to a cliff near the sea.

Sitting cross-legged by the cliff, looking at the surging seawater in the distance, Ryan sighed: "Alas..."

Ryan expressed disappointment with the swordsmanship level of Hurricane Swordsman Field.

Originally, he was a fourth-level senior and a core disciple of the Tianqing Kendo Hall. With the blessings of these titles, Field's swordsmanship must be good.

Ryan was still looking forward to having a satisfying sparring session.

However.

Although Field's speed is fast, his swordsmanship level, if divided by the level on the panel, is probably between proficient and master.

It's a bit stronger than the proficient level, but still far away from the master level.

When Ryan mastered the "True Charged Slash", he had already upgraded his storm swordsmanship to the "master level", not to mention that after subsequent training, he had gone a long way to the master level.

Although a big sword is different from a long sword, as weapons, there are always similarities. The huge gap in swordsmanship level makes the opponent's movements full of loopholes in his eyes.

And this level of swordsmanship could not show one ten thousandth of the charm of the swordsmanship used by the leader of the Azure Kendo Hall that he had seen in the Lingying performance.

For a moment, Ryan didn't know whether he was too strong or whether the core disciples of Tianqing Sword Gym were too low.

And with this core disciple's level so high, it seems likely that the other three would not be much better.

We can only look forward to the level of Chief Tianqing.

However, the words to challenge Chief Tianqing were too conspicuous. After thinking about it, Ryan finally decided to give up.

Rather than taking this risk, he might as well have a more passionate solo with the corpse dragon while traveling at night.

While Ryan was deep in thought.

Suddenly, a crisp voice appeared in his ear: "You seem disappointed?"

"!"

Ryan was horrified. In his perception, there was no aura of anyone around him. Not only his spiritual perception, but also the precise perception derived from [Physique], he did not notice any presence around him.

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, on the branch of a big tree, a girl wearing white clothes with baby fat on her cheeks swayed her white feet and looked at him with a sweet smile.

"It's you?!"

Ryan's eyes narrowed.

The person who appeared here without him noticing it was actually the girl next to where he was sitting in the auditorium of sword platform No. 6 just now - Noel!

"Who are you anyway?"

With a serious expression on his face, Ryan slowly stood up and at the same time raised his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword behind him.

"Pfft, the big sword is also a one-handed sword, right? I'm laughing so hard, hahaha..." On the branch, the girl swayed her crystal feet and smiled without any image. After a few seconds, the laughter gradually died down, and she The movements jump lightly, and the whole process gives people an extremely elegant and smooth feeling.

"Mr. Lane, didn't I tell you who I am from the beginning?" the girl Noelle said with a smile.

"Looking at you, you seem to be disappointed with that guy Field's swordsmanship."

"But it's true that his swordsmanship is terrible."

"It's been the same for so many years."

"Then, Mr. Lane, how about using this place as a sword platform and letting me show you some real Azure swordsmanship?"

The girl's voice was clear and moving, mixed with the whisper of the wind.

Ryan said nothing, his expression was extremely serious, and he clenched the hilt of the sword to show his attitude through actions.

"You attack first."

Noelle pulled out the weapon at her waist. Compared with Ryan's "one-handed long sword", her weapon was an extremely standard one-handed long sword. In terms of quality, it was only a mid-level rare item.

It's not bad, but it's not at the level of a mid-level rare item.

But Ryan's expression showed no sign of relaxation.

The other party can approach him without him noticing, either because of his amazing concealment skills, or because his strength far exceeds his.

No matter what the situation is, Ryan has no conditions to underestimate the enemy.

Facing an enemy whose strength was unknown, Ryan used his full strength as soon as he took action.

Spirituality flourishes and power surges.

[Storm Battle Body] and "Third Phase" started almost at the same time, and [Food War] also started, causing a dense black light to appear on the surface of the great sword.

"Blade Heart" is consumed, and [Special Sword Skill·Attack Crash] directly evolves into [Special Sword Skill·Charge Crash], giving Ryan extreme speed.

Now, the attribute blessing range of his [Tide of Pain] has reached 100%, making his [Spiritual] and [Physical] reach 54 and 100 respectively!

100 attribute points is the limit for a fourth-level professional, and it is also the upper limit that the [Tide of Pain] skill can support.

The skills of a second-level profession can reach this level, which can no longer be described as "terrifying".

With the blessing of [Special Sword Skill·Charge], the air in Ryan's senses has become as viscous as liquid, allowing him to enter the subsonic realm.

The Wandering Clone can exceed the speed of sound by using [Special Sword Skill·Rush and Rush], while the main body can only reach the subsonic level because its physique is far inferior to that of the Wandering Clone.

But this is already terrifying enough.

With a sword wrapped in great power, it slashed directly at Noel's neck without any mercy.

Facing the "three unknown" personnel whose strength, origin and purpose are unknown, Ryan showed no mercy as soon as he made a move.

"Awesome..."

The girl Noel's eyes showed a bright glow, which was the joy of the sword style she had never seen before.

The long sword in her hand pointed diagonally forward, and she posed a somewhat strange posture that seemed slow but actually fast.

When Ryan's [Crown Dragon Slayer Great Sword] fell on her, Ryan seemed to hear a crisp "ding" sound, and then his great sword actually went straight through the girl's translucent body and fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground cracked and sank, and a terrifying deep pit appeared.

In the smoke and dust, a green light cut through the layers of smoke and stopped beside Ryan's neck, less than half a centimeter away from his skin.

This situation was like the reappearance of Ryan's battle with Hurricane Swordsman Field on the No. 6 sword platform.

The only difference is that the roles of the winners and losers have been reversed.

The long sword was retracted and returned to the sheath with a "clang". Noel had a sly smile on his face: "Hey, Mr. Ryan, my swordsmanship is okay, right?"

"The sky blue swordsmanship should not disappoint you too much."

Ryan was silent. After a few seconds, he said: "What do you want to do?"

He looked at the girl in front of him, and for a moment, he was a little confused about her purpose.

This girl who called herself "Noel" was far superior to him in swordsmanship and strength.

In the battle just now, the opponent only used the spiritual power of the initial fourth level, which is about 30 points, to easily dissolve his full-strength sword and defeat him.

If he wanted to take his life, the opponent only needed to move the long sword forward a few points to easily cut his throat.

And if he could cut the throat, he could naturally pierce the heart or brain.

The gap between the two sides was too big.

Although Ryan still had some means that he had not used, it could not change the final defeat. At most, it would make him hold on for a while longer.

"What do you want to do?"

Hearing Ryan's words, Noel blinked: "If I say that I just followed because I was interested, would you believe it?"

Ryan was silent and did not answer.

"Well... I got it!"

Suddenly, the girl's eyes lit up, looked at Ryan, and said with interest:

"How about I teach you swordsmanship?"

"I'm curious, what will it look like when your 'one-handed long sword' uses the sky blue swordsmanship, haha."