Chapter 41: Teaching in actual combat
Yamos, surrounded by five strange-faced tribesmen, did not move very fast, and could even be described as slow.
But Gordon could see that the opponent's slowness was not due to his own strength limitations, but because he deliberately slowed down his movements - he was imitating the "heavy" feeling when using a big sword.
But even so, facing the continuous attacks of the Strange Face Clan, Yamos still showed a relaxed attitude like a fish in water.
He can always avoid the attacks of the Strange Face Clan at the most extreme time and with the smallest movement.
During this period, he even had time to explain to Gordon and the others: "The evasion distance of rolling is longer, but the flaws are also larger. When facing small or particularly agile monsters, you should use it with caution.
In similar situations, clever use of step movements and small sideways movements will achieve better results. "
Hayata looked like this, but Gordon, who understood the difficulty of this, didn't know how to react for a while.
"Well"
The eyes are good, the brain is good, but the body is not good.
“The speed of the sword is very slow, and the monster will not just stay in place and let you cut it.” Yamosi sidestepped the left and right attacks of the two strange-faced clansmen one after another, and carried the sword on his shoulder like a big sword.
This is an action to prepare for a charged slash.
“So, what you need to do is, predict!”
As he spoke, Yamos suddenly turned to the side and slowly slashed down the "big sword" in his hand.
Under the surprised gazes of the two Gordons, as Yamos swung his sword, a strange-faced clan just jumped to the originally empty position as if it was waiting to hit the sword blade.
“Gah!?”
The strange-faced tribe was obviously frightened, and it only had time to let out a scream before it turned into two corpses covered in white frost under the ice-blue blade of Shiroganeru.
“An excellent swordsman can charge up his power in a seemingly meaningless position, and then wait for the monster to deliver the critical part to the heavy blade that he has accumulated for a long time, and severely damage the prey with one blow.”
Swinging his long sword horizontally, he forced the remaining strange-faced clansmen back. Yamos looked at Gordon, "Do you understand?"
Gordon swallowed secretly.
The technique that Yamos showed him is simple and simple. It is nothing more than predicting the movements of monsters in advance. But the question is, how can we achieve this level of predicting the future?
“Don’t worry about ‘how to do it’, and don’t imitate it randomly. This is the result of qualitative changes after countless battle experiences. Now you just need to keep this concept in mind.”
Yamos explained and re-arranged his posture, "Look at this again."
As he spoke, he slowly waved the sword in his hand again, "It can be seen that you already have the basic concept of using inertia to increase the consistency of the sword's moves.
But this is not enough. You must learn to harness inertia and bring it completely under your control instead of being dragged along by inertia. "
Gordon tried his best to open his eyes wide and watched as Yamos first swung his sword in the air, then adjusted from his feet and legs, to his waist, back, shoulders, and even his arms, layer by layer, exerting force bit by bit.
The blade that originally seemed to be out of control gradually regained control with the movements of his whole body, and finally broke out in a strange arc, slicing across the throat of a strange-faced tribe with precision and grace.
The angle, strength, and timing are all perfect.
“The big sword favors gravity, but you can’t completely abandon your skills. Remember, you must control the inertia and don’t let the weight of the big sword control you.”
The successive deaths of their companions made the remaining three strange-faced tribesmen become cautious and their offensive slowed down.
Having completed the purpose of the teaching demonstration, Yamos also lost interest in continuing to deal with them. His pace and sword power suddenly accelerated, and several sharp cold lights flashed away.
The three strange-faced tribesmen all fell to the ground almost instantly, turning into several corpses exuding freezing air.
Gordon couldn't help but swallowed again. Is this the strength of a high-ranking swordsman?
Yamos casually shook off the frozen blood on the white ape, put the sword into its sheath, and walked towards the two of them.
“Two more people just arrived, I’ll leave these guys to you, give them a try.”
"oh!"
Feeling that he seemed to have understood something, Gordon, who just felt a little itchy, put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder and strode forward.
“Pork chop, you don’t need to join the war yet.”
Pork Chop, who was about to follow him, stopped in confusion, and looked hesitantly at Yamos, who was passing by Gordon. Seeing the latter tapping his chin, Pork Chop, who was still a little tangled, had no choice but to scratch his beard. Back to Hayata.
Facing the strange-faced tribe that jumped out of the bushes and trees, Gordon directly swung the explosive knife horizontally, but as expected, it missed.
The agility of these little things is definitely one of the best among all types of monsters he has dealt with.
If he follows his previous habits, he should get rid of the excess inertia after slashing horizontally and slashing the air, and then switch to other sword styles.
But this time, he tried to lower his body, using a rather awkward posture, at about knee height, and continued to swing the sword horizontally in a circle along with the inertia.
This is the right angle to hit the strange-faced tribe.
Unfortunately, he missed again and was even staggered by the out-of-control explosive knife due to his unreasonable movements.
“Tsk, no, that’s not the case.”
Gordon was speechless and rolled around in embarrassment to avoid the well-timed attacks of the Strange Face Clan and put some distance between them.
"Brother Gordon, is he okay?" Hayata, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but worry when he saw Gordon looking in a hurry.
Also worried about the pork chop on the side.
It clutches the cat pick in its small paws tightly, as if it is ready to rush forward to rescue its owner at any time.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. You have to experience some dangers before you can grow." Yamosi stopped Pig Chop, "Two strange-faced tribesmen won't do anything to him."
On the other side, seeing that Gordon was not as difficult to deal with as they expected, the Strange Faces suddenly became bolder.
Gordon dodged left and right, while experiencing and practicing what Amos called "small dodge", while thinking about how to better utilize the inertia of the sword.
Perhaps this is possible?
Gordon struck out with his sword again. The Strange-Faced Clan screamed and leaped away, then jumped on them - after a short fight, they had already discovered the shortcoming of the big sword's attack being hard and powerful.
This time, Gordon neither continued to swing the sword to remove the inertia, nor rolled to dodge the attack. Instead, he followed the weight of the blasting knife, took a big step forward, and collided with the body of the big sword.
Iron mountain relies on!
There was a muffled sound when the shoulder armor collided with the sword surface, and the broad blade of the explosive knife was immediately injected with new power, and it rushed forward like a giant shield.
“Bang!”
Attacking from the front, the strange-faced clan member jumped into the air and hit the thick and hard blade of the explosion knife. Under the violent impact, its mask and even bones were shattered in an instant.
At the same time, a strong wind blew behind his ears, and another strange-faced clan sneaking around behind him also took the opportunity to launch an offensive.
Gordon bared his teeth, and there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes under the blood-stained visor.
He stretched out his hand to grab the calf of the strange-faced tribe in front of him who was half-dead under the Iron Mountain of the Great Sword. He twisted around and swung it away behind him like a hammer.
“Quack!”
The battle came to an abrupt end amid the screams of the strange-faced tribe and the sound of broken bones.
(End of this chapter)