"Late training?"
Looking at the three big pieces of black iron at Yunchuan's feet, the heavy voice still vaguely echoed in my ears.
Miyahiko looked at Yunchuan with a twitching face and questioned what he called the training: "Do you call it late training?"
In front of the French window, Yunchuan stood facing the two men, stepping on the mat barefoot, and quietly facing the street outside the window.
And he also held a black knife in his hand, standing in front of him and posing as a starting gesture of wielding the knife.
Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, hands
The standard and stable open standing posture can stabilize the force of the core of the abdominal muscles, just like a rock standing there
Even amateurs Miyama and Xiao Nan can see the sense of strength in their actions.
"How do you think I got here today?" Yunchuan said calmly in the face of Mihiko's problem.
He took a half step back slightly, broke the movement of standing still, grasped the knife in his hand, tightened the muscles of his whole body, and the blood vessels of his arms were slightly protruding.
Hum!!
The sinister wind accompanied by the sharp whistling, the blade of the knife was as clear as autumn water, and several arcs were drawn in the air.
Flash scabbard · rush at eight o'clock!
After several high-speed chops, Yunchuan didn't stop at all, so he took back the short knife.
Soon there was a repeated eight point dash, with the all strength and speed, and no intention of the leaving any force.
“……”
In just a few seconds, Miyahiko and Xiaonan stood still and stared at this scene, Yunchuan had completed the "Shining Sheath · Eight o'clock Rush" for ten consecutive times.
It was not until he had swung his chops nearly a hundred times that his movements gradually became slow.
Even so, Yunchuan's action is still not a bit out of shape, just like a merciless slashing machine, silently repeating the terrible slashing action.
Miyahiko could not help but concentrate slightly, staring at Yunchuan's movements, observing and thinking about the angle, strength and speed of his swing
"One hundred fifty-one, one hundred fifty-two, one hundred fifty-three..." The little Nan subconscious beside him silently counted in his heart.
The two men looked at Yunchuan, who was wielding his knife continuously, with bright eyes. They were coincidentally and tacitly silent.
It seems that Yunchuan is different from his usual gentle heaviness and solemnity at this time, and he can't bear to interrupt such a movement with speed and strength.
Patta... Patta
The one hundred and seventy first time of continuous chopping, Miyahiko and his wife could hear Yunchuan's breathing becoming deep, and it was obvious that the other's body was approaching the limit of force.
Sweat gradually seeps out of the pores and falls to the ground after sliding through the body with sharp edges and corners. The muscles seem to have the color of steel, entangled and torn like steel bars.
"Two hundred twenty-three, two hundred twenty-four......"
Xiao Nan, who had already murmured, stretched his cheek slightly, but he did not cut it out for the 225th time.
Yunchuan's arm with the knife was shaking slightly, even if he kept raising his hand.
Creak! Creak!
Miyahiko grinds his teeth with some tartness. He seems to hear the groans of his arm muscles. He says to himself, "Is that enough?"
Little by little, he pushed his body to the limit. His so-called late training was self abuse!
This kind of training
They just froze for several minutes, and Mihiko opened his mouth slightly without saying a word.
When he tried to dissuade Yunchuan, he saw Yunchuan slowly close his eyes.
"Hoo..."
The expression on the face soaked in sweat became as flat as water, just like the "quiet" character in the painting behind him.
Mihiko and his wife unconsciously held their breath, and the world seemed to be quiet at this moment.
I don't know how long it took.
When Yunchuan opened his dark blue eyes again, they were even more profound than the stars and moons above the clouds.
At this time, Miyan and Xiaonan felt a chill through their bones.
Hum!!
When they heard the terrible sharp wind whistling, their minds did not have any consciousness, and their bodies suddenly withdrew for no reason.
The action is almost instantaneous, and even falls on the ground.
"... What happened?"
Miyahiko sat down on the ground with his left hand on the ground behind him, and his right hand touched his neck.
Only rough skin can be touched, but there is no expected sense of wetness.
The feeling just now
It's like the needle will automatically close when it flies to the eyes. This action is completely completed by the body itself, and the instinct detects the evasive action made by the threat.
What did he just do?
With this in mind, Miyahiko raised his head and looked at the figure in the distance.
From beginning to end, there was no movement or even facing them.
His whole body was shrouded in thin sweat fog, and only a faint blue could be seen in the dense.
"Hoo!"
Yunchuan exhaled and exhaled the white fog snake.
The next moment, his mind moved and the panel came to mind.
[Villain Template System]
Master Template
[Name: Yue Jian Li Yunchuan [∞]
[Level: Level 4]
[Four dimensions: strength D → C, speed C → B, spirit B+, energy F]
[Ability: ① Five senses system - clear eyes [91%] ② Constitution control system - seven night assassination [99% → 100%]; Breath masking [99% → 100%]; ③ Material manipulation system - fatal projection [24%]
[Sub template (3/4): ① Seven Night Guizhi [killer] ② Target eye [Edelman alloy] ③ Xiaoyu [stand in · cat grass]]
[Level advancement: Level 4 → Level 5, 3000 points required (increase the number of accessible tasks and loadable templates)]
[Available Tasks: 0/2]
[Points held: 2200]
Clup bang!!
Yunchuan looked down at his hand and shook it forcefully. The corner of his mouth could not help raising an arc: "This feeling is really fascinating."
He could clearly feel the blood flowing in his body, and the exhausted cells seemed to inject new vitality. The exhausted power once again emerged, and incomparable power rose from all parts of the body.
If we say that he used to be a furnace that restrained the flames but still shone, he is now an active volcano that seems silent but flows with magma!
The terrible and silent sharp sense is hidden in this body.
This is the power that is completely mastered and truly belongs to him.
"Template" only gives him "ability", not "physique" of his character. Template quality also represents "potential".
Even if you get the highest level red template, you can't be invincible in the blink of an eye.
No matter how strong the assassination skill, no matter how strong the knife skill, no matter how strong the character ability is
Yunchuan needs to have strong enough physical quality to be able to exert its real power.
The four-dimensional data is a rough calculation of his physical fitness.
From low to high, from F to S, his body is not yet mature, and he still has a long way to go.
In addition, the ability of the loaded role template can be fully mastered as long as the proficiency reaches 100%.
It can be used even without occupying the loading amount of the template, and can even play a more powerful role than the original owner.
"Seven Night Assassination and Breath Concealment have been mastered for so long." Yunchuan nodded slightly, raised his eyes, and looked at the two little ones in front of him.
But he didn't have time to react.
Instead, he saw Miyama get up and come running!
"Boss Yunchuan!"
Miyahiko took a big step back with serious expression, and then suddenly bowed nearly 180 °.
The magnificent appearance was like a heavy knife falling down, even a sharp wind roared, and Yunchuan's forehead and hair were blown up.
"I'm sorry!" he shouted, leaning down. "I was wrong before! I'm very sorry!"
Seeing Mihiko suddenly salute himself, Yunchuan unconsciously stepped back half a step to avoid the wind caused by Mihiko's sudden bow.
"No, if it's just that kind of thing, it's not necessary..."
Yunchuan's eyes twitched, and his expression was rarely wordless. He said frankly, "If I walk on my own road, and every time there is a barking dog on the roadside, I will stop and throw stones at him, then I will never reach my destination."
Shallow minded people are often angry with curses and happy with praise, but Yunchuan doesn't care.
The higher a person flies, the smaller he will become in the eyes of those who cannot fly.
However, Mihiko's next reaction was unexpected.
"No, please forgive my rudeness. This is my lifelong wish!"
To Yunchuan's ironic answer, the always emotional Miyahiko did not even raise his head, kept a bow and stretched out his hand, and said sincerely, "If you can, please ask me to become stronger!"
After hearing these words from Miyan, Xiao Nan, who was originally silent, suddenly felt his heart beat. His hand behind him gently grasped the paper flower, and his heart also burst out with an impulse.
Immediately, she took a silent step forward, held her hands in front of her, and handed the blue paper flower.
“……”
Looking at two people with different motives but the same meaning, Yunchuan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
The whole house fell into a brief silence.
It was not until a drop of sweat dripped from Xiao Nan's sideburns that I suddenly felt that a hand had taken the paper flower.
Unconsciously, he raised his surprised face and saw Yunchuan holding the paper flower and inserting it into her light blue and purple hair.
"Remember."
Yunchuan smiled and said meaningfully, "This is your choice. Let me see your determination."