"To play the sword, you need to master the center of gravity of it as well as yours. You have to be very sensitive to strength, and you have to learn to control strength."
Tangke casually played with his great sword, the tip of the sword swinging like a pendulum. He was teaching sword skills to a dozen idle sailors. The Black Pearl was ten meters wide that enough for them to pull off the scene on the deck.
Tangke did not formally learn the art of fencing. Now the Western-style swordsmanship in his mind was bestowed by the pirate system. This kind of swordsmanship is not as complex as Kung Fu, but it is not simple. Just what Tangke knows, there are more than a dozen sets of battle theories, which are all basic swordsmanship.
"Don't be so rigid with your arms. You must swing your sword in a relaxed state. Even a small amount of force will kill the enemy if you hit your head. Your arm is as hard as a wooden stick, and you won't be able to swing your sword quickly."
He turned around, pointing out some of the sailors' mistakes. These sailors were very sturdy, and if they know a little skill, they will be even more powerful. Tangke also had to rely on these people to fight at sea, so naturally, he would not be stingy.
He found a sailor to demonstrate. Although he was holding a big sword, he moved faster than the sailor holding a long sword. He stood in a T-step, started with an Alber guard, retreated in alternating steps, dodged a horizontal slash, and the great sword in his hand was raised upwards, and a point was made in front of the sailor's neck.
The Alber guard is to use the tip of the sword to point at the feet when facing the enemy. It seems that the whole body is full of flaws, but in fact it hides murderous intentions.
He took a step back and switched to the ox guard, which is one of the four major moves of Western-style swordsmanship. This move is designed to overcome chopping and slashing attacks and can perfectly protect the upper body. The main points of Western-style swordsmanship are calmness, footwork, the use of strength, and the restraint relationship between various swordsmanship.
The ox guard is a guard that focuses on a straight stab. Holding the sword in both hands, the blade is parallel to the line of sight, and the tip of the sword looks like a horn.
"Don't focus on my sword, pay attention to my whole person's movements. You should hit me to win, not the sword in my hand." Tangke fought with the sailor while giving pointers. The sword in his hand danced gracefully.
The sailor's progress was not slow. The more he hits, the more he feels, and the swordsmanship in his hand tends to be smooth.
"Well, it's much better now." Tangke nodded approvingly. "There's a saying that you sweat more in normal and you will bleed less in battle. You can practice more when you have nothing to do."
Tangke felt tired of playing with the sailor, turned his wrist, used the big sword as a fly swatter, beat the sailor aside, and then ordered another sailor.
"You come."
The sailor was not timid, he came over with a machete, lowered his waist, looked at Tangke intently, and moved side by step, walking in circles, but he didn't attack.
"It's pointless to dance around it blindly. You should focus on rushing to attack and take the lead. If you have nothing to do, just Schielhau, which can make the enemy in a hurry." Tangke frowned impatiently and stabbed out the big sword in his hand. The greatsword has the advantage in length. It stabbed out and attacked the front door, frightening the sailor to somersault backward, and almost fell into the sea.
This kind of trick of stabbing the face with a sword is the "Schielhau" in Western-style swordsmanship. The skill is often used when the distance between the two is widened. Even if the opponent cannot be stabbed, it can also play a provocative role. If the opponent's swordsman is provoked, it is likely to be in chaos.
The onlookers burst into laughter. Life on the ship is limited to a small space. If you don't have some fun, you will be mad.
Tangke later let the sailors practice on their own, and he practiced heavy slashes against the sea with his sword in hand. This sword skill requires charging, which takes about two seconds. After the charging is completed, it can be swiped to emit sword energy.
The strength of the dead Kedar was also at the second rank, but there is still a gap between the same second rank. Tangke had just stepped into the threshold of the second-order swordsman, and he couldn't guarantee that every sword will hit the sword energy.
The sword energy that Tangke struck was quite entertaining, and several lazy sailors came to watch and flatter him from time to time. Tangke ignored them.
Strength is the most direct way to gain respect, and respect is the basic condition for maintaining superiors and subordinates. Only when there is order in the whole is it unbreakable. With his superior strength, Tangke won the respect of the sailors.
"Have you reached the second rank?"
Tangke turned his head and saw that Elizabeth was approaching when he heard that it was a woman speaking.
Her original clothes had been stained with blood, and now she was wearing a man's sailor suit, with a white long-sleeved shirt with a round neck inside and a thick vest on the outside. The simple men's clothes could not hide her proud figure. The tight clothes on the chest showed a full arc, attracting the eyes of the sailors.
"I benefited a lot from the battle with Kedar, and I got promoted by the way." He said casually, raised the great sword, and stroked the smooth and icy blade with his other hand.
Elizabeth raised her pale golden eyebrows, and she was quite surprised. Tangke was only a Tier 1 swordsman when she fought the Black Toad half a month ago. The division of each occupation is capped at the tenth order, and the gap between each order is like a gulf.
Being able to cut out the sword energy is proof of a second-tier swordsman.
She looked at Tangke up and down, and said, "In that case, let's have a test between the two of us. I want to learn something."
Tangke shook his head and deliberately teased her: "I don't want to do a competition without a bet, I'm not interested. I can do it if you want, but you have to add some bets."
She glanced at him angrily. She was obviously not strong enough. She said she wanted to have a test, but in fact, she just wanted to learn from each other.
A blind-eyed sailor appeared next to him, holding a long sword in his hand, winking and saying, "Hey, beautiful female captain, I'm willing to compete with you in place of Captain Tangke. I don't need any bets."
Elizabeth glanced at the sailor and said disdainfully, "Just you? Humph."
As soon as she finished speaking, she swiftly shot, pinched the opponent's sword body with one hand, folded skillfully, lifted her foot and kicked the opponent's wrist, snatched the sword, and held it firmly in her hand.
"Want to compete with me? You're not worthy."
The sailor was like just woken up from a dream, clutching his aching wrist and screaming.
Tangke kicked the sailor angrily and scolded, "You trash has embarrassed the Evil Dragon Pirates, and I will punish you for cleaning the deck for a week."
The others pointed at the sailor and laughed at him for deserving it. The sailor scratched his head angrily and backed away.
"Let me do some tricks with you." As the captain, Tangke had no choice but to come out to prove their prowess.
Elizabeth smiled lightly and walked slowly to the spacious place in the middle of the hull. The other sailors subconsciously backed away to make room.
Tangke took a lot of seriousness. The plow guard he posed was meticulous, he held the sword in both hands and pointed at the opponent diagonally. He was a bit macho and deliberately waited for her to take the shot first.
Of course Elizabeth wasn't polite, she slashed across with a powerful aura. When Tangke saw the tricks, the big sword was agile in its mighty power, and it also had the advantage of the length of the sword. The two fought for a while, looking dangerous and unusual, but no one was hurt. After more than a dozen moves, Tangke added strength, and the sword energy flew out, knocking her sword off. Win without suspense.
Elizabeth was not angry when she lost. She just wanted to learn a few tricks, so she admitted that she lost. She picked up the sword and threw it at the owner of the sword.
In contrast, Tangke's greatsword was a little more troublesome to put away. He had to insert the great sword into the wide wooden scabbard, and then put it behind his back. The scabbard has straps that can be attached to the chest.
"How about having dinner in my captain's room tonight?" After the sword fighting, Tangke made an invitation.
"Not interested," Elizabeth replied without thinking, turned, and left.
The other sailors laughed when they saw that the captain failed to pick up the girl.
"What are you laughing at, hurry up practice your sword!"
Tangke drove the sailors away with beatings and scoldings. Everyone restrained their smiles and threw themselves back into the raging practice. And Tangke continued to play the role of overseer, supervising the sailors.
"Captain, that big toad is about to starve to death. It want to talk with you!" While everyone was busy, a sailor ran up to the deck and reported the incident to Tangke.
"Oh? That's good news." Tangke's eyes lit up.
"To play the sword, you need to master the center of gravity of it as well as yours. You have to be very sensitive to strength, and you have to learn to control strength."
Tangke casually played with his great sword, the tip of the sword swinging like a pendulum. He was teaching sword skills to a dozen idle sailors. The Black Pearl was ten meters wide that enough for them to pull off the scene on the deck.
Tangke did not formally learn the art of fencing. Now the Western-style swordsmanship in his mind was bestowed by the pirate system. This kind of swordsmanship is not as complex as Kung Fu, but it is not simple. Just what Tangke knows, there are more than a dozen sets of battle theories, which are all basic swordsmanship.
"Don't be so rigid with your arms. You must swing your sword in a relaxed state. Even a small amount of force will kill the enemy if you hit your head. Your arm is as hard as a wooden stick, and you won't be able to swing your sword quickly."
He turned around, pointing out some of the sailors' mistakes. These sailors were very sturdy, and if they know a little skill, they will be even more powerful. Tangke also had to rely on these people to fight at sea, so naturally, he would not be stingy.
He found a sailor to demonstrate. Although he was holding a big sword, he moved faster than the sailor holding a long sword. He stood in a T-step, started with an Alber guard, retreated in alternating steps, dodged a horizontal slash, and the great sword in his hand was raised upwards, and a point was made in front of the sailor's neck.
The Alber guard is to use the tip of the sword to point at the feet when facing the enemy. It seems that the whole body is full of flaws, but in fact it hides murderous intentions.
He took a step back and switched to the ox guard, which is one of the four major moves of Western-style swordsmanship. This move is designed to overcome chopping and slashing attacks and can perfectly protect the upper body. The main points of Western-style swordsmanship are calmness, footwork, the use of strength, and the restraint relationship between various swordsmanship.
The ox guard is a guard that focuses on a straight stab. Holding the sword in both hands, the blade is parallel to the line of sight, and the tip of the sword looks like a horn.
"Don't focus on my sword, pay attention to my whole person's movements. You should hit me to win, not the sword in my hand." Tangke fought with the sailor while giving pointers. The sword in his hand danced gracefully.
The sailor's progress was not slow. The more he hits, the more he feels, and the swordsmanship in his hand tends to be smooth.
"Well, it's much better now." Tangke nodded approvingly. "There's a saying that you sweat more in normal and you will bleed less in battle. You can practice more when you have nothing to do."
Tangke felt tired of playing with the sailor, turned his wrist, used the big sword as a fly swatter, beat the sailor aside, and then ordered another sailor.
"You come."
The sailor was not timid, he came over with a machete, lowered his waist, looked at Tangke intently, and moved side by step, walking in circles, but he didn't attack.
"It's pointless to dance around it blindly. You should focus on rushing to attack and take the lead. If you have nothing to do, just Schielhau, which can make the enemy in a hurry." Tangke frowned impatiently and stabbed out the big sword in his hand. The greatsword has the advantage in length. It stabbed out and attacked the front door, frightening the sailor to somersault backward, and almost fell into the sea.
This kind of trick of stabbing the face with a sword is the "Schielhau" in Western-style swordsmanship. The skill is often used when the distance between the two is widened. Even if the opponent cannot be stabbed, it can also play a provocative role. If the opponent's swordsman is provoked, it is likely to be in chaos.
The onlookers burst into laughter. Life on the ship is limited to a small space. If you don't have some fun, you will be mad.
Tangke later let the sailors practice on their own, and he practiced heavy slashes against the sea with his sword in hand. This sword skill requires charging, which takes about two seconds. After the charging is completed, it can be swiped to emit sword energy.
The strength of the dead Kedar was also at the second rank, but there is still a gap between the same second rank. Tangke had just stepped into the threshold of the second-order swordsman, and he couldn't guarantee that every sword will hit the sword energy.
The sword energy that Tangke struck was quite entertaining, and several lazy sailors came to watch and flatter him from time to time. Tangke ignored them.
Strength is the most direct way to gain respect, and respect is the basic condition for maintaining superiors and subordinates. Only when there is order in the whole is it unbreakable. With his superior strength, Tangke won the respect of the sailors.
"Have you reached the second rank?"
Tangke turned his head and saw that Elizabeth was approaching when he heard that it was a woman speaking.
Her original clothes had been stained with blood, and now she was wearing a man's sailor suit, with a white long-sleeved shirt with a round neck inside and a thick vest on the outside. The simple men's clothes could not hide her proud figure. The tight clothes on the chest showed a full arc, attracting the eyes of the sailors.
"I benefited a lot from the battle with Kedar, and I got promoted by the way." He said casually, raised the great sword, and stroked the smooth and icy blade with his other hand.
Elizabeth raised her pale golden eyebrows, and she was quite surprised. Tangke was only a Tier 1 swordsman when she fought the Black Toad half a month ago. The division of each occupation is capped at the tenth order, and the gap between each order is like a gulf.
Being able to cut out the sword energy is proof of a second-tier swordsman.
She looked at Tangke up and down, and said, "In that case, let's have a test between the two of us. I want to learn something."
Tangke shook his head and deliberately teased her: "I don't want to do a competition without a bet, I'm not interested. I can do it if you want, but you have to add some bets."
She glanced at him angrily. She was obviously not strong enough. She said she wanted to have a test, but in fact, she just wanted to learn from each other.
A blind-eyed sailor appeared next to him, holding a long sword in his hand, winking and saying, "Hey, beautiful female captain, I'm willing to compete with you in place of Captain Tangke. I don't need any bets."
Elizabeth glanced at the sailor and said disdainfully, "Just you? Humph."
As soon as she finished speaking, she swiftly shot, pinched the opponent's sword body with one hand, folded skillfully, lifted her foot and kicked the opponent's wrist, snatched the sword, and held it firmly in her hand.
"Want to compete with me? You're not worthy."
The sailor was like just woken up from a dream, clutching his aching wrist and screaming.
Tangke kicked the sailor angrily and scolded, "You trash has embarrassed the Evil Dragon Pirates, and I will punish you for cleaning the deck for a week."
The others pointed at the sailor and laughed at him for deserving it. The sailor scratched his head angrily and backed away.
"Let me do some tricks with you." As the captain, Tangke had no choice but to come out to prove their prowess.
Elizabeth smiled lightly and walked slowly to the spacious place in the middle of the hull. The other sailors subconsciously backed away to make room.
Tangke took a lot of seriousness. The plow guard he posed was meticulous, he held the sword in both hands and pointed at the opponent diagonally. He was a bit macho and deliberately waited for her to take the shot first.
Of course Elizabeth wasn't polite, she slashed across with a powerful aura. When Tangke saw the tricks, the big sword was agile in its mighty power, and it also had the advantage of the length of the sword. The two fought for a while, looking dangerous and unusual, but no one was hurt. After more than a dozen moves, Tangke added strength, and the sword energy flew out, knocking her sword off. Win without suspense.
Elizabeth was not angry when she lost. She just wanted to learn a few tricks, so she admitted that she lost. She picked up the sword and threw it at the owner of the sword.
In contrast, Tangke's greatsword was a little more troublesome to put away. He had to insert the great sword into the wide wooden scabbard, and then put it behind his back. The scabbard has straps that can be attached to the chest.
"How about having dinner in my captain's room tonight?" After the sword fighting, Tangke made an invitation.
"Not interested," Elizabeth replied without thinking, turned, and left.
The other sailors laughed when they saw that the captain failed to pick up the girl.
"What are you laughing at, hurry up practice your sword!"
Tangke drove the sailors away with beatings and scoldings. Everyone restrained their smiles and threw themselves back into the raging practice. And Tangke continued to play the role of overseer, supervising the sailors.
"Captain, that big toad is about to starve to death. It want to talk with you!" While everyone was busy, a sailor ran up to the deck and reported the incident to Tangke.
"Oh? That's good news." Tangke's eyes lit up.
