Chapter 18

After a big breakfast, the next lesson is common language. Zhao Mai discovered that solu, the orc, could only speak, but he was not good at reading and writing. His biggest problem was that he didn't like learning to read and write.

Zhao Mai surpasses the orcs too much in this aspect, and the high-intensity and cramming learning style has long been a part of his life. Reciting 100 words a day is nothing for any Chinese student, even if it's twice as many as the last one, it's not unacceptable.

This is an essential part of learning to integrate into the new world, but I'm afraid it's also the most boring part. Since all the words are written in Chinese, we should respect the great idea that the author wants to be lazy and pass this part quickly.

Whether it's the earth or the glarion, whether it's the human or the orc, it's hard to be interested in simple cultural learning, but fighting is different. The Ranger family, including his animals, didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so they started their martial arts training without a minute's delay after dinner.

The huge canopy of the Ranger tree in the dense forest covered the afternoon sun. There were only some bright spots on the grass, and the temperature under the shade was not very high. Zhao Mai rubbed his stomach, holding a spare tire shield in one hand and a purple stick in the other. One end of the stick was wrapped with thick cloth, and its weight was the same as that of the short spear.

The orc standing opposite him, holding two wooden knives, was cut into a slightly curved arc. It's modeled after Ranger's machete. It's all from Carl's craftsmanship. This kind of wooden weapon won't cut or amputate people, but it won't fall lightly on the body.

Soru kept spinning his wrist to get used to the feel of his weapon. He squinted at Mike, only to find that there were flaws all over him. Heavy steps, like the fossilized waist muscle, dull eyes, which is obviously the same level as the farmers in the village!

"I think if you go to the wilderness, you only need a doghead to do it!"

Zhao Mai's common language is not so good. He can only understand some simple and commonly used words. So intermittently, he thought the ORC was saying, "I I want to Do The dog headed man... "

He knew he might have heard the wrong thing, but by this time soru had already sprang up. A cool air from the tailbone straight to the top of the head, he subconsciously raised the shield, closed his eyes.

Closing your eyes means giving up the ability to deal with the battlefield situation. Solu was not stupid enough to fight on the shield. Instead, he turned a little and cut two wooden knives between Zhao Mai's ribs.

When the pain hit, Zhao Mai was knocked over directly. "It's not a fatal injury like this!" The orc takes a step forward and cuts the wooden knife down again.

The grain reserve rushed over, standing in Zhao Mai's ear, showing his teeth to the orc, with a loyal look. Soruton's eyes narrowed, and he screamed three times. He was too scared to make a sound. He could only lean his butt on Zhao Mai's head and bared his teeth to the ORC.

Zhao Mai took a deep breath and stood up slowly. When he looked at the orc, he could not restrain his anger: Lao Tzu's martial arts skills are not good, that's because he has not learned since childhood, it's nothing to be taught and bullied, it's just tuition fees. But if you dare to bully my dog, you can't! You can't even chew a bone from the grain reserve. It's still a little dog. What's your ability to scare it?

If I was not forced to study by my parents when I was a child, but went to Shaolin Temple to learn to be a martial monk, I would not pay attention to your ability now. In Zhao Mai's mind, at this time, solu had been trampled several times by the powerful Vajra palm, the split strength wrong bone hand, the magic skill of transforming blood, and the star sucking Dafa. It seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Ah Liang, stay and watch me show great power!" Anyway, everyone except him doesn't know Chinese, so no matter how he brags, he won't blow it.

Soru glanced at Carl and saw that he didn't have any special expression. He turned to watch Zhao Mai get up. This time, he instinctively felt that the other party's state was a little different from before. The orcs did the same thing again, and without warning, they started a surprise attack. The two knives in hand are from position 7 and position 3 (do you remember how to divide the location? Think of a computer keyboard) to launch a chop.

This time Zhao Mai learned a lesson and would never close his eyes again. He saw the order of the two swords, stepped one step and blocked them with a shield. Due to the limitation of posture, it is impossible for the two sabres to attack from the opposite direction at the same time. Only one of the sabres can turn and chop continuously, and the other is to recover and return to the alert position. Zhao Mai's oblique movement forced soru to follow the turn to form a continuous swing.

In fact, this has slowed down the speed of Shuangdao.

Karl, who was watching the battle, was stunned. He was not sure whether this kind of reaction was a coincidence or a kind of combat intuition. Yesterday, he just taught the most basic block posture, without anything involving footwork. If Mike can show a similar excellent reaction later, it can only show that he has a high understanding of martial arts.

The two wooden knives hit the spare tire shield one by one, and the impact force sank into the sea. This is more painful than chopping on a stone with a knife, because martial arts practitioners subconsciously predict the stress changes according to the battlefield conditions, and use the additional force of wrist and tiger mouth to make up for the anti shock. But the impregnable spare tire is different from the ordinary shield. After the weapon is cut, not to mention the scar, there is no sound. This means that all the energy acting on the spare tire is completely bounced back, and the impact force counteracts each otherI used my strength to prepare for the anti shock, but I found nothing. Although it was much lighter than hitting the wall with a fist, it was hard enough. Solu's action had a pause, which was a good time to launch a counterattack, but Zhao Mai is inexperienced, can not see and grasp, he will only carefully prepare for the next attack.

Carl sighed a little. He could see that Mike didn't have any battlefield experience, and he couldn't even recognize his opponent's faltering steps. However, his use of the shield was quite regular. It seems that yesterday's hard work was not in vain.

Double blades hit the spare tire shield continuously, no matter how much strength they use, they can't shake it. In fact, this has both advantages and disadvantages, because Zhao Mai can't feel the shock, so he can't know the change of his opponent's strength, and can't distinguish between real moves and virtual moves, so he can only deal with each chop mechanically.

Excluding the factors of strength and speed, the only thing left is the simple skills. The attack from different areas, what kind of posture they use, are involved in the decomposition of the old Ranger Carl. What Zhao Mai needs to do is to form a correct conditioned reflex and then make a thorough understanding of it.

Wooden knives gradually become numbers, martial arts become equations, and martial arts training is a process of finding the optimal solution. This view is biased, but it is the safest way for beginners. Even if the highest peak of martial arts is that there are no moves to win and there are moves, don't great Xia have to start practicing from learning moves?

The orcs have a natural advantage in body, but Zhao Mai is full of martial arts theory. No one can do anything for a while.