Chapter 277: Breathing like a sword? Sword Immortal Technique?
When Qiangzi saw the two men preparing to spar, he walked out rubbing his red palms together.
As a result, Xiang Yuanyuan didn't even bother to clean the vegetables and looked at Du Ruo with some worry.
Everyone else was looking forward to the exciting fight between the two, but she was the only one who was a little worried about Du Ruo's physical condition.
Even though Du Ruo kept telling her that everything was fine and that the transformation of his body would not affect his life, it was also a fact that Du Ruo did not look that good and he had lost weight, and she could not help but worry.
"I haven't been in good health lately, so I'll make a move. If you catch it, you win. If you can't catch it... then you have to be careful, because you might die!"
Du Ruo looked at Wang Lang, who was holding a sword with a serious look on his face, and said something. Especially at the end, even though Du Ruo's tone was calm, a chill rose in Wang Lang's heart.
Du Ruo originally didn't want to accept it. After all... the current sparring between Du Ruo and Wang Lang felt a bit like bullying an honest man. However, he knew the persistence of martial artists. In modern society, there were few opportunities to display martial arts. Simple persuasion would definitely not drive people away.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the consequences."
Du Ruo's words were like a basin of cold water, which made the somewhat excited Wang Lang calm down quickly. He nodded, and then his fingers gripped the hilt of the sword even tighter.
At this time, the two men were five meters apart. Wang Lang held the sword in both hands with a serious look on his face, staring carefully at Du Ruo's whole body, trying to see Du Ruo's specific moves and physical flaws from the changes in Du Ruo's muscles.
But after watching for a long time, he only saw Du Ruo standing there casually, his muscles twitching slightly and his abdomen bulging, but he had no intention of taking the initiative to attack.
As for the flaws, it can only be said that Du Ruo was full of flaws, but he felt a little at a loss as to where to start, because at this time Du Ruo did not have the Panlong bracelet or any hidden weapons in his hand, and it was impossible to tell how Du Ruo would attack.
"Suck~~"
But soon, Wang Lang realized something was wrong. Not only did Du Ruo's abdomen begin to swell, but slowly even his chest began to swell. Not only that, there was also a slight inhalation sound in his ears.
"Suck~~~"
The sound of inhaling became increasingly shrill, and could not be completely covered up even in the cold winter wind. The most important thing was that Wang Lang had been watching Du Ruo warily for a minute, but Du Ruo only inhaled, and kept inhaling, with no intention of exhaling at all.
As Du Ruo inhaled, everyone around him, whether it was Xiang Yuanyuan, Qiangzi, or even Yang Chenguang who knew nothing about martial arts, were completely attracted and unconsciously looked at Du Ruo's open lips.
"We can't wait any longer. We must act now! Right now!"
Only Wang Lang's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if Du Ruo was sucking away not air but his oxygen. A feeling of suffocation made him realize that if he waited any longer, he might not get the chance to make a move.
Wang Lang pursed his lips, held the sword with both hands, and took the familiar bow stance and pointed the sword. The two were five meters apart, and Wang Lang had already started to extend the sword, aiming to attack Du Ruo in the face.
As the saying goes, quiet as a virgin, swift as a rabbit, Wang Lang is no longer the Wang Lang of half a year ago. He has been practicing hard for the past half year, combining the Mantis Hand Technique and the Sword Technique together, with the aim of making his already fast moves even faster.
At this time, facing the pressure from Du Ruo, Wang Lang's explosive power increased a step further. Just like a slender praying mantis, he raised his claws and stabbed Du Ruo in the face. The speed was so fast that there was even a trace of afterimage left on the spot.
But his actions were completely useless in Du Ruo's eyes. Even before Wang Lang took a bow step, Du Ruo had already noticed it when his hips began to twist.
Du Ruo stopped inhaling, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and a stream of air spurted out of his mouth.
The hot air came out of his mouth and touched the cold air in his mouth, making the hot air Du Ruo exhaled visible to the naked eye.
Wang Lang began to take steps forward. Just as he extended the sword in his hand, he saw Du Ruoru spit out a white arrow from his mouth. Then the sword in his hand suffered a heavy blow. Then a shock came, causing his originally planned lightning-fast sword to deviate from its direction.
"Chu! Ding~"
It was not until this time that Wang Lang heard the somewhat piercing sound of breaking air and the muffled sound of a long sword.
“Chu! Dang~”
Before Wang Lang could figure out what was happening, the shrill sound of air breaking through the air was heard again. This time, the hilt of the sword was hit hard, and Wang Lang could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and the sword slipped out of his hand.
Wang Lang stopped his forward lunge and stared blankly at his empty palm.
For a sword practitioner, if the sword in his hand is knocked down, it means defeat. And he knows very well in his heart that Du Ruo just attacked his sword. If he attacked his body directly, would he be able to block or dodge?
Wang Lang stood there in a daze, while Yang Chenguang and Qiangzi stared at Du Ruo with their mouths open.
Even Xiang Yuanyuan, who had always thought she knew Du Ruo well, found it hard to believe. They had just seen it most clearly from the side.
Du Ruo didn't make any movements just now, it seemed that he just exhaled twice, but that breath was like substance, and it knocked Wang Lang's sword away.
The four people at the scene couldn't understand the current situation no matter how hard they tried. The scene fell into an eerie silence, and no one spoke. "What was that move just now?"
Wang Lang did not pick up the sword that he regarded as a treasure. He just looked at Du Ruo and asked blankly.
"It's not a special move. It's just a simple inhalation, compressing the airflow, and then exhaling. If I really have to describe it, exhaling like an arrow is quite appropriate."
Du Ruo said this, but in fact, if he just exhaled, he would not be able to cause such lethality. No matter how powerful Du Ruo's internal organs were, he could not compress the gas to that extent.
Wang Lang has been practicing sword for many years and has a family tradition of sword training. Holding the sword is the most basic exercise. Not to mention exhaling, even if a master of the same level collides with his weapons, he cannot knock the sword out of his hand.
Just now, Du Ruo originally wanted to exhale and hit Wang Lang's acupoints. Although the power was not great, by hitting the acupoints, he could still subdue Wang Lang.
However, after inhaling air into the lungs, the gold energy belonging to the lungs among the five elements in the body will naturally adhere to it as the gas in Du Ruo's lungs is compressed.
Thanks to Du Ruo's caution, he chose to exhale and hit the tip of the sword before figuring out the gold energy in the lungs. If he had exhaled directly and hit Wang Lang's acupoints, it might have pierced Wang Lang's body, and he would have been seriously injured if not killed.
"Breathing out the air like a sword? Is this a skill of a sword immortal?"
Wang Lang murmured back, his eyes had lost their luster at this moment, no longer having the sharpness he had when he first arrived, his eyes were full of confusion. He did not hear that Du Ruo was talking about the arrow, and thought it was the long sword.
There has been a legend since ancient times that there was a hermit in the mountains who, through the art of alchemy, refined the metal "gold" into his body, and absorbed the "pure gold" energy through breathing day and night. When fighting with others, he would spit out golden sword energy from his mouth and kill the enemy ten steps away.
Such tactics made him feel that he had come to the wrong set. They had agreed to exchange martial arts and weapons, but it turned out that Du Ruo was a cultivator and the legendary flying sword technique was even used. This made him feel dazed and that everything was unreal.
At this moment, he began to doubt his life. Was it really meaningful to practice the mantis trick since childhood? What was the hardship he had endured in the past twenty years?
Wang Lang looked at Du Ruo and opened his mouth several times, but in the end, he said nothing. No one knew how sad he was at the moment.
"You are actually very good. You are the best among your peers. Even many people older than you are not as good as you."
Seeing this, Du Ruo didn't know how to comfort her, but after thinking about it, he still said something.
He was not lying about this. He took the traffic policeman Yang Huaming who practiced sword as a reference. Perhaps because he was younger, Wang Lang's opening sword move was able to beat Yang Huaming in all aspects in terms of speed and burst.
It can be said that apart from the somewhat invulnerable lama that Du Ruo met, oh... and the somewhat inhuman Hill Samuel, uh... perhaps there is also the experienced Zhang Aimin. In short, they are very powerful.
"I still have some code to write in my company, so I have to go back and work overtime. I won't bother you any more."
It's a pity that Wang Lang had heard too much of what Du Ruo said. It can be said that since he started practicing martial arts, many people have praised him like this. He can be regarded as a martial arts genius. It is precisely because of this that Du Ruo's blow to him just now was so great.
After Wang Lang finished speaking, he picked up the backpack on the ground, put it on his back, and prepared to leave.
Hearing Wang Lang say this, Du Ruo subconsciously glanced at the top of Wang Lang's head. He really didn't expect that Wang Lang was actually the legendary coder. Could it be that he was using mantis hands to type on the keyboard at an extremely fast speed?
"Your sword!"
Du Ruo threw away some funny thoughts in his mind, and seeing that Wang Lang had already walked out of the yard, he quickly opened his mouth and called out.
"This is for you. It's my apology for disturbing Boss Du today."
Wang Lang turned his head, glanced at the long sword lying quietly on the ground, waved at Du Ruo, and then continued walking towards the village entrance.
"My grandfather is right. I haven't even mastered my boxing yet, so there's no need for me to start practicing sword fighting so early. I'll come and spar with Boss Du when I'm done."
As Wang Lang walked, his voice came from afar, with a hint of relief and relief in his words.
"Yes, I got another sword."
Du Ruo walked over, picked up the fallen sword, held it in his hand and looked at it.
The sword weighs about two kilograms, which is slightly lighter than the average two-handed sword. It has an ordinary style and is obviously made with modern technology, and is not an antique sword.
But Du Ruo saw traces of years of grasping on the hilt, and although the sword was not sharpened, it was well maintained. It can be seen that perhaps... only this sword knows how much hard work Wang Lang has put in practicing swordsmanship.
(End of this chapter)
