Chapter 236 Chapter 236 [VIP]
Deathstroke's swordsmanship class was still divided into two parts. This time when he fought against Megan, he began to lure her to attack.
He lightly struck Megan's rapier with his sword, but of course he couldn't use much force, otherwise it would cause harm to the child. So after a loose counterattack, Deathstroke swung the sword behind him and made a sword flower, and also changed his hand. This was a flaw he deliberately revealed, and he believed that his student would not ignore it.
Megan didn't ignore this flaw and chopped directly with the sword in both hands. She didn't have enough strength, and holding the sword with one hand would only burden her wrist and make her moves unstable, so she decided on the way to hold the sword early on.
But her opponent was not so limited. Even though Deathstroke knew that the child could not be a fighter, when she wanted to take action, there could not be too many obstacles in front of her.
What is an obstacle?
Narrow knowledge is an obstacle, as is the rigid swordsmanship style and techniques. How many people in the world can receive instruction from one of the world's top mercenaries when they first start learning swordsmanship?
As early as the last class, Deathstroke demonstrated his offensive skills to Megan, using all the lethal sword moves that existed from ancient times to the present day to achieve a sure-hit strike. He patiently guided her calmly, letting her know how to respond and crack them, and this class was Megan's answer.
Her moves were still immature and her slow reactions hindered her from achieving her goals, but this rough diamond was being polished.
Deathstroke had never set any limits for her from the very beginning, and had even laid many convenient foundations for her. Even though, based on his observations and speculations, the sword techniques Megan had learned might not be put into practical use, when she wanted to draw her sword, the result would definitely be what she wanted.
Under his deliberate guidance, Megan launched an attack brazenly, and she always found the best opportunity. Even though the sword was dull and failed to cause damage to Deathstroke, she was not scared off when the opponent attacked as fast as lightning, and even attacked more boldly and decisively.
Megan's sword moves became more and more fierce, and sometimes she even aimed at the vital points of Deathstroke. Although she never succeeded, her courage was commendable.
"Keep up this momentum and continue attacking, then I'll teach you—"
"You've learned what I taught you very well, but learn from the kid over there and know your height disadvantage. Don't swing your sword too high. If you want to stab me, first fix your footing. I mean, steady your body. Don't just stab me lightly with your sword in a place that's not a vital part. It's a bit itchy, kid."
Deathstroke chuckled, and when they fought next time, he could clearly see that Megan's moves were changing. One time it was not standard, but she knew how to adjust immediately.
With the constant feeding of moves, Megan already knew what she could achieve with each sword strike, just like the last lesson. When she passively accepted enough sword moves, before Deathstroke attacked, she could already see the "momentum" he was about to swing, and at the same time understand whether her resistance was effective.
Megan was undoubtedly a smart child. When she attacked Deathstroke and was blocked, she kept adjusting. There was always a time when her body and mind experienced a state of perfect harmony before she drew her sword. Her progress forced Deathstroke to change his way of defending.
You can see the teacher's increasingly serious expression. Megan consolidated her experience in the battle, and after repeated polishing, she became more and more outstanding.
Deathstroke didn't wear his hood, revealing a look of approval on his face. He still had some strength left, so he glanced at another child nearby during the fight and said, "Your progress is in line with my expectations, Megan, but your future sparring partner will be changing."
The first half of the class ended just in time. Megan was almost at her limit, but she had made significant progress compared to before. Even though her hands and feet were still trembling after the training, her condition was completely different, or rather—
Weakness has always been just her appearance. Beneath this body, she has a brilliant and immortal soul.
"You have been polished. It depends on what you want to become. Then carve it yourself. Don't waste your talent, and don't be a weak person." This is the last message of the Death Knell.
He put his sword at his feet and saw that even though Megan had become a little sharper, she still wanted her good friend to take her for a slow walk and give her a massage. It seemed that they were already accustomed to this way of getting along and had no intention of changing it.
Megan kept her mouth shut. If she spoke during training, she would be distracted and out of breath. Her heart was racing right after the training and she couldn't speak either. She didn't recover until the massage. She said "hmm" and carefully wiped the sweat off her cheeks with a tissue.
"Then you won't teach me anymore?" she asked.
Deathstroke smiled and tilted his head. "Don't be too greedy. Your father asked me to play house with you for the same price, but it's converted into a more expensive swordsmanship lesson. And since he's responsible for two students, he's not going to pay more, so the class time will be shortened. Do you understand?"
Megan understood. This wasn't difficult to understand, but Deathstroke then asked, "By the way, I'm curious about one thing. Why didn't your previous teacher teach you swordsmanship?"
Richard Long is also a martial arts master, right? So why didn't he discover Megan's talent?
Megan raised her head and stared at Deathstroke for a long time, her tone puzzled, "It's not like you didn't know me before?" They had met two years ago, when she was still in a special children's care center and only came back on weekends to play with Robin.
At that time, Megan's condition was not very good, not even as good as her teacher Richard. Her physical condition has always been poor. She used to suffer from malnutrition and developmental delay. As she grew older and started exercising, her condition gradually improved. Until now, her physical indicators are still not as good as those of her peers.
Deathstroke thought about it and understood, "Well, then we have to thank your previous teacher for laying the foundation for your current course."
After Megan's massage was completely finished, another student's class began.
Jason had already made preparations. When Megan hid aside as usual, he rushed towards Deathstroke with sword in hand. He was more aggressive than Megan. He always wanted to take the initiative and never miss any opportunity to attack. He wanted to gain the initiative and try to gain the upper hand in the battle.
This is a wild and ruthless child who is completely different from Megan. He is engulfed by the blazing flames and pursues blood and fire, like the Phoenix in ancient Greek mythology.
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After this course, Deathstroke did not appear again. However, he gave Megan some pertinent advice: the interval between each training should not be too short. He said: "Be careful or you won't grow taller."
Overtraining may be effective, but it will definitely have side effects, especially since Megan's physical condition is still poor. If she fails to grow taller, Deathstroke suspects that her unreasonable parents will cause trouble for him.
Before Megan could arrange the next training time with Jason, her father came back.
A dusty clown appeared outside Damon's house. He was wearing a purple suit and a meaningful smile on his pale face. He seemed to have forgotten his key and knocked on the door in this stormy night. Fortunately, he came back not too late. Megan was still playing in the living room downstairs and there was no TV program playing. She heard the knock from the crackling rain and came to open the door.
She could identify people from the rhythm of knocking on the door, so she never looked through the peephole. She pushed the door open and was about to pounce on the person, but her furry head was held down by the clown's hand.
The clown didn't have an umbrella and was already soaking wet. If Megan pounced on him, it wouldn't matter to him, but what if Megan caught a cold? He still remembered how she looked the last time she caught a cold. She looked listless and listless, and anyone who saw her would feel that she was extremely pitiful.
"Even if you're very attached to me, there's no need to be like this, right?" the clown said slowly.
Megan noticed that his hands were cold, and rain was flowing from his hands to her head. Although it was only a little, it was still uncomfortable. He might have expected this, as he was holding a leather glove in his other hand.
Megan: "Then why did you get wet in the rain?" She meant that it would be better if he didn't get wet in the rain, so they could stick together.
This is really reasonable.
But the clown was not prepared to answer. He didn't say anything, and then Megan took his hand off his head, and then took his hand and walked into the house. The little bear was angrily trying to get his slippers, but was stopped by the clown. These were things he could do by himself and never asked Megan to do them.
When he had just changed his shoes, Megan took him upstairs again. She was still a little angry, "Dad! Go wash up and change your clothes quickly."
Seeing the clown's leisurely pace, Megan couldn't drag him, so she simply walked behind him and pushed him, just like a little bear.
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"If you don't go, I'll go into a ten-second cold war with you."
The clown laughed in confusion, obviously not taking it seriously. "Only ten seconds? Is that really a threat?" He began to wonder what the kid was thinking.
Megan couldn't push him away, so she simply kicked him. If she only cared about him, she also knew how to lose her temper. The clown tolerated her actions and didn't stop her. He heard her say loudly, "Yes! For those ten seconds, I will be very sad and think that you are not nice to me."
"Even though I forgave you after ten seconds, I was still very sad during those ten seconds."
Joker: "Oh my god, this is such a sweet threat." He still couldn't stop laughing, but he bent down and stroked Megan's cheek with the hand that had touched her head before.
"Okay, I was wrong. Then you can play downstairs and wait for me."
In the end, he compromised, but perhaps this "dispute" between them was something he had done on purpose. After all, he came back soaking wet, so how could he not know Megan's reaction?
The Joker knows it, and Megan knows it too.
When the Joker came down after getting himself sorted, he asked Megan, "Deathstroke told me that your course is over. Can I know your progress?"
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