Chapter 222: Sword Art Museum

Joanne felt he should do something special to celebrate this special day.
It happened to be Friday today. The lunch menu in the cafeteria was very rich. He specially ordered two more meat dishes to treat himself, and he rarely ordered a glass of wine in luxury.
After drinking enough, Joan came to the playground to jog as usual. Suddenly remembered that I had made a decision when I first entered school: When my body became stronger, I went to the gym to participate in more competitive sports such as boxing and fencing.
Thinking so, Joan wiped his sweat and turned to the college gym.
Although he kept knocking out of the hall, despite his shyness, he finally took the brave first step and walked into the gate of the sword training hall.
A swordsman instructor in soft leather nodded and smiled at him, and asked him politely whether this was his first visit to the swordsmanship hall.
Joan nodded embarrassedly.
"You can't use edged weapons on the training ground, sir, you need to rent a special sword for training. In addition, you need to wear soft armor and a helmet to prevent injuries."
"Uh, thanks for pointing."
In order to get the above equipment, Joan needs to pay the swordsmanship museum 1 hour of Jinduga rent, but the deposit can be replaced with a student ID.
Joan has made a lot of money lately, although he still feels that the fees of the swordsmanship museum are quite expensive, and he would not care about this gold coin and pay the rent readily.
"What else do you need, such as a coach who provides one-on-one guidance, or off-hand equipment such as shields?"
The instructor seemed very enthusiastic.
Of course, these additional services all require Joan to pay.
The coach coaches for one hour and charges 2 Kinduga... Joan feels that he has not had the luxury to hire a personal trainer.
As for the shield, he tried to lift a wooden shield, which felt quite bulky. If he held the shield with his left hand, it would inevitably affect the flexibility of his right hand and even his body. It was not as good as the small leather shield tied to his elbow. Shake his head down.
Putting on a buckskin tanned fencing protective suit, Joan held the helmet in his left hand and a training sword without a sharp edge in his right hand, slightly shyly moving towards the training ground.
The people on the field either have to compare and fight swordsmanship, or have coach guidance. He is only a human figure, and he doesn't know what to do.
Joan walked to the corner away from the crowd, waved a few swords at the wall, and saw the awkward shadow on the white wall, and he felt more ridiculous: What is the point of being alone in a blind gesture here?
"Maybe I shouldn't have come at all."
Qiao An retired from his heart, but he soon forced himself to retreat, and gradually felt that he still had to spend money to hire a coach to learn from the basics.
I was about to turn around to find a coach, and suddenly there was footsteps behind me, and then someone patted him on the shoulder.
"Joan, are you?"
A familiar voice came from his ear. Joan quickly took off his helmet and looked back. It turned out to be a regular visitor of the swordsmanship, Edward Gates. He also wore a leather sword and a thin sword in his white dress. Against the background, it looks very good.
"Good afternoon, Edward." Joan greeted awkwardly.
"Good afternoon, this is the first time I saw you in the swordsmanship museum, it is really rare."
Edward waved his hands sideways, and the swordsmanship coach hired by him stopped intentionally, bowed to the two and turned away.
The son of the general moved his eyes back to Joan’s face and said with a smile: "I don't know if I have this honor, would you please accompany me to do some tricks?"
"Forget it, I don't understand swordsmanship at all!" Joan shook his head again and again, and then added a sentence, "Maybe I should hire a coach."
"Well..." Edward stroked his chin and lowered his voice. "Frankly speaking, the coaches here are average. When the sparring team is OK, I want to learn a few tricks from them. I am destined to disappoint you. Rather than spend money asking them to teach you, you might as well learn from me."
"Will you teach me swordsmanship?"
"This is really a strange question!"
Edward raised his head and laughed, and Joan was the first time he saw him laugh so exaggerated.
"If you ask me about arcane problems, I might hesitate. As for swordsmanship...I don't expect to rely on this skill to eat, what can't I teach?"
Edwards pulled out his sword, and the blade pointed at Joan, ordering in a soldier's voice.
"Don't waste time, my friend, let's start with the most basic posture!"
For the next hour, Joan spent most of his time practicing basic fencing under Edward's guidance.
It was not until the last few minutes that Edward allowed him to attempt a sword attack, then frowned and shook his head again and again, pointing out no less than ten mistakes in one breath.
Joan heard her face blank, unable to understand the meaning of these minutiae.
Could Edward's requirements be too harsh?
No matter how you say, you have seen blood on the battlefield. If you don’t swing your sword according to those cumbersome rules, can’t you kill someone?
Edward seemed to see his thoughts, simply showed his sword, and drew a circle on the spot.
He stood in this circle less than three feet in diameter and beckoned to Joan.
"Attack me with your sword, whatever trick you use, as long as you force me to leave this circle, even if you win."
"This...well, please advise!"
Joan bowed Edward with a sword in both hands, and then took a step forward. The thin sword in his hand thrust into his chest violently.
Edward stood seemingly casually in the circle, flicking his sword with his right hand, flicking Joe's safety thrust forward, flicking a foot and pedaling on his hip.
Joan was staggered back three steps by his sudden foot, and nearly fell to the ground with his buttocks.
Finally, Joan realized that his skill was quite different from that of Edward, and his strength was not as good as the other.
If you want to win, you must make full use of Edward's own restrictions and force him out of the circle with his mind rather than brute force.
After a short thought, Joan approached Edward with a sword, and suddenly walked around behind him quickly.
It's a pity that Edward's reaction was faster than he expected, and his backsword blocked his movement route in advance!
Joan hurriedly blocked the sword!
But he never imagined that Edward's seemingly fierce sword turned out to be a fool.
Edward twitched his wrist, his sword sharply raised his head like a viper.
"Give up!"
With a snarl, the thin sword hit the back of Joan's right palm like a whip, and a red mark was drawn.
Joan only felt a numb palm and loosened his right hand involuntarily. The Sabre dropped his hand and fell to the floor.
Edward put his sword into his sheath and looked cold.
"As I said earlier, you are holding the sword in a wrong posture. Now you understand the consequences of the wrong posture?"
"Understood." Qiao An clutched his slightly stabbing palm in his back and had to be convinced.
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