8mi Chapter 11 Short-sighted
Chapter 11 Short-sighted
"Quiet down."
Sun Tao walked to the front of the group and loudly called for a halt to the drill.
The sound of swords whistling through the courtyard abruptly ceased, leaving only the slightly hurried breathing of the boys.
Sun Tao glanced at the group of teenagers and introduced Yang Song's identity.
Actually, even without his introduction, many people had already recognized Yang Song.
Half a month ago, Yang Song carried a giant tiger riddled with arrows into the city, a scene that is still vivid in his mind.
"And Li Liang, he will also be training with you from now on."
Upon hearing this, the boys turned their attention to Li Liang.
Under the gaze of so many people, Li Liang suddenly felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously turned his head to the side.
However, he immediately turned back, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brothers, please guide me in the future."
The boys returned the greeting with clasped hands, their eyes scrutinizing but mostly filled with goodwill.
"Lu Qiyang".
Sun Tao called out a name and summoned the person forward.
A handsome young man stepped forward from the crowd, his back ramrod straight, and he walked steadily to stand three steps in front of Sun Tao.
"You will demonstrate the Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice; everyone else, please leave the arena."
As soon as Sun Tao finished speaking, the thirty-odd teenagers quickly sheathed their swords and retreated, forming a semicircle at the edge of the training ground.
The arena suddenly became empty, leaving only Lu Qiyang standing alone.
Lu Qiyang took a deep breath, knowing that this was a sign of Commander Sun's high regard for him.
He must use all his skills to perform the "Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice" beautifully!
Lu Qiyang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp light.
Immediately, his body moved wildly, unleashing streaks of sword light.
The swordplay was devoid of any fancy moves, possessing only a ruthless edge that cut off all escape routes. Each strike seemed to pour all the body's strength into it, leaving no way out.
The boys watched Lu Qiyang's figure with bated breath. They had been practicing the "Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice" for nearly half a year, and dared not slack off every day.
However, compared to Lu Qiyang, there is a huge gap; their levels of understanding are far apart.
"kill!"
Lu Qiyang suddenly roared, and his condensed aura exploded at that moment, causing the blade light to surge to its maximum.
He unleashed an extremely fierce strike, as if he had exhausted all his strength. He knelt on the ground, leaning on his sword, and gasped for breath.
"good!"
Sun Tao didn't hold back, praising loudly.
"You've only been in the martial arts academy for half a year, yet you've already mastered the Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice to a minor level. You're quite impressive."
Lu Qiyang's face lit up with joy, and he stood up, saying, "Thank you for your praise, Commander. This is all thanks to your guidance."
Sun Tao nodded slightly, then pointed out Lu Qiyang's shortcomings in swordsmanship.
Lu Qiyang looked solemn, not daring to miss a single word, and memorized it all.
"That's all. Try to understand it carefully in your daily life. I hope that you can make further progress in your swordsmanship soon."
"yes!"
Lu Qiyang said in a deep voice, "I will do my best to live up to the commander's expectations."
"Um."
Sun Tao simply replied, "Go down."
"Yes."
Lu Qiyang took a few steps back before turning around and walking off the field.
Sun Tao turned his gaze to Yang Song and asked, "Yang Song, how many of the sword techniques Lu Qiyang just used did you remember?"
Yang Song was stunned and completely dumbfounded.
How many moves did you remember?
He was so overwhelmed by the sights that he couldn't remember a single move!
"this……"
Yang Song looked embarrassed and didn't know how to start the conversation.
Sun Tao noticed his embarrassment and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
He thought Yang Song would remember three or four moves, but he only watched the show. His talent was really that bad.
Sun Tao shook his head inwardly. He had thought Yang Song was exceptionally talented, but he was truly disappointing!
"Li Liang, how many moves did you remember?"
Sun Tao had already given up hope and asked casually.
Li Liang glanced at Yang Song, hesitated, and said, "Um... five, five moves."
"Um?"
Sun Tao's eyes widened in surprise: "You memorized five moves?"
"Yes...yes."
Sun Tao said, "Show me how you do it."
"Also, be more decisive in your words and actions. What kind of behavior is this, hesitating like this?"
"yes!"
Li Liang suddenly straightened his back, and his voice became much louder.
Sun Tao revealed a satisfied expression, then raised his chin towards the training ground: "Go ahead, remember a few moves and then use them."
Li Liang responded, pulled a willow-leaf knife from the weapon rack, and strode to the center of the training ground.
He closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then imitated the moves and used them in a similar manner.
Sun Tao watched his figure intently, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness.
The moves Li Liang used were quite impressive, not only mimicking the forms but also carrying a fierce and ruthless edge.
"This kid is unremarkable in appearance and cowardly, yet he's a genius?"
Sun Tao found it very unbelievable.
A moment later, Li Liang sheathed his sword and looked at Sun Tao nervously, asking, "Commander, were my moves alright?"
"Very good, very good."
Sun Tao praised, "You only watched Lu Qiyang use his sword technique once, and you remembered five moves. This level of comprehension is unique in this martial arts academy."
"what?"
Li Liang was shocked.
Judging from Sun Tao's words, he's actually a genius?
Such a thing actually happened?
Sun Tao's judgment is truly astonishing that someone like Li Liang can be hailed as a genius.
If word gets out today, he will become a laughingstock, and everyone will laugh at his shortsightedness.
You didn't want to show your skills, but seeing that he's about to be disgraced, you have no choice but to reveal a little.
[Reward: The Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice – A Return to Simplicity]
In an instant, countless insights about the "Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice" filled Yang Song's mind.
A figure appeared in his mind, displaying swift and fierce swordsmanship. Each strike carried the power to shatter mountains and break peaks, yet when the strength was exhausted, it could smoothly connect to the next move without any pause or hesitation.
Compared to Lu Qiyang's swordsmanship, which involved putting all his strength into a single, desperate move and leaving himself no room for error, the figure in his mind displayed a completely different level of skill.
Although the swordsmanship was equally ruthless, it was now controlled with ease, no longer resulting in mutual destruction with every move.
A few breaths later, Yang Song's consciousness broke free from the moment of enlightenment.
In a profound and mysterious comprehension, he merged with the figure in his mind, and all the experience of the "Eight Forms of Self-Sacrifice" was poured into his memory, allowing him to completely master this sword technique.
"Yang Song, you really didn't remember even one move?"
After giving Li Liang some pointers, Sun Tao asked Yang Song for advice again.
He simply couldn't believe it; Yang Song was exceptionally handsome, how could his comprehension be inferior to Li Liang's?
Yang Song coughed lightly and said seriously, "Commander, I have memorized all of your sword techniques."
"What?"
Sun Tao doubted that he had heard correctly.
He couldn't help but glance at Yang Sheng a few more times, and seeing his confident demeanor, he immediately gasped.
"You really memorized it all?"
"Um."
Sun Tao frowned: "Then why did you hesitate when I asked you earlier?"
Yang Song immediately replied, "Back then, I was rehearsing it in my mind and didn't dare to claim that I had memorized the entire sword technique. But now... I have complete confidence."