If the little angel sees the anti-theft feature, it means the purchase rate isn't high enough. After briefly explaining the situation, Luo Cang didn't dwell on the topic any further. "Since I've saved this time, I can move forward with my plans... Excluding the official competitions on the island within the clan, have you ever fought?"
Luo Jiujiang and Luo Cang exchanged glances for a moment before answering honestly, "I've fought quite a few times."
It was inevitable for a boy his age not to fight. As the young master of the clan, he wasn't often picked on. But within the Seven Islands, he had a few rivals, and he had gotten himself into trouble a few times before.
"Hmm." Luo Cang replied coldly. It was unclear whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the answer. "Then do you know the difference between a competition and a fight?"
"Competition is more elegant and more organized than fighting." Luo Jiujiang had personal experience of this. During a fight, neither side talked too much nonsense. Once the fight got intense, the swordplay and moves changed very quickly, and sometimes the attacks were quite unruly.
"Oh, that counts for something." Luo Cang nodded indifferently, "But the biggest difference between fighting and competing is that others may not fight you alone."
As Luo Cang spoke, he waved his hand in the air. The last time he'd done this was that morning, when the sudden mountain of books had nearly buried Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang remembered the gesture vividly, and without a word, he dodged.
...Then five burly men appeared in front of him.
"Puppets?" Luo Jiujiang didn't even need to look closely. The skin of these puppets shone with an iron-colored luster, and there were obvious traces of mechanisms on the joints. Although each face had eyes and a nose, the facial features were all pressed from the same mold. Each puppet looked exactly the same.
These five tall and strong puppets each held a hard stick upside down in their hands, and all had big round bald heads. Perhaps to avoid being immoral, each of them also casually put on a bulky and rustic monk's robe.
"These puppets follow the path of Buddhist cultivation." Luo Cang didn't seem to want to say more. "From today on, you will learn how to fight."
Luo Jiujiang had just observed carefully for a while and confirmed that the sticks held by these puppets were made of star steel that had been hammered many times: the weight of this thing alone could break bones and tendons of an ordinary person. If it was swung down by someone, he would probably not be able to withstand a few hits with his body.
Considering this, Luo Jiujiang asked cautiously, "What level of cultivation do they roughly correspond to?"
"After all, we've just started, so I can't expect too much." Luo Cang's eyelids drooped slightly. "Since you're at the seventh level of Qi Refining, they're naturally at the seventh level as well. If you can't beat them, it's okay. Just take the beating. When you're out and about, you have to be good at either beating or getting beaten."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
This may sound like a badass, but it does make sense. Luo Jiujiang sighed and drew his knife, but there was a smile in his eyes that showed he was eager to try.
The hilt of the knife skillfully circled around Luo Jiujiang's wrist, making a fancy knife flower. Luo Jiujiang bowed slightly to the five dark iron lumps and said with a smile, "Please."
…
When he took the first blow, the heavy force accompanied by the sound of wind made Luo Jiujiang's wrist numb.
Behind him, the remaining four sticks were swung mercilessly. The strong force and swift speed made a sound of wind breaking through the air in a uniform manner, which made Luo Jiujiang's hair on his back stand on end.
He turned his hand away from the puppet's eyebrow-high stick, nimbly dodged behind the opponent, and stabbed the puppet's back with his knife, but was forced to withdraw his hand hastily halfway - Luo Cang only said that if he hit the puppet's vital point, the puppet would stop moving, but he did not say that the puppets' elbows could bend outwards!
It literally turns outward!
The big iron lump in front of him didn't even need to turn around, and swept Luo Jiujiang's calf with a stick. Luo Jiujiang dodged it, but he had missed the great opportunity to take the first move.
The remaining four puppets also took advantage of this moment of delay to surround him. The unexpected situation disrupted Luo Jiujiang's previous plan. The originally fierce attack was forced to stagnate, the momentum weakened, and he was forced to go on the defensive.
Luo Cang watched this scene coldly from the side.
In a flash, Luo Jiujiang bent down and stepped back, placed one hand on the back of the knife and pushed it out horizontally, clanging and knocking away two black steel rods. At the same time, he took a series of mandarin duck steps, stepped on a steel rod and used the force to bounce out, and rushed out from the gap in the encirclement of the five puppets.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang realized from the bottom of his heart that he and Luo Cang had quite different definitions of fighting - the fighting in his impression was just an ordinary fight, while the one in his master's concept was a frantic group brawl.
He turned around and blocked the stick of the puppet closest to him. Luo Jiujiang ducked into the other's arms and stabbed the puppet in the chest and abdomen with his backhand. At the same time, he felt like cursing.
Generally, Buddhist cultivators fight by using defense as offense, often conjuring a diamond shield, adopting the attitude of "let the wind and rain rage, I remain unmoved." Given the ferocious and brutal moves of these puppets, calling them demonic cultivators would be an exaggeration!
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A quarter of an hour later, after getting rid of the last puppet, Luo Jiujiang half-knelt on the ground with his sword in his hand, not wanting to say a word: if he even breathed a little harder, his whole body would be in excruciating pain.
Just now, he bravely took a blow from behind, and took the opportunity to use his sharp knife to pry a decisive gap between several puppets. However, how could flesh and blood withstand the cold steel? The blow was so heavy and fierce that Luo Jiujiang's internal organs trembled and he almost felt like his lungs were about to burst.
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