Chapter 95 Master's Strike

The venue is very large. After all, it occupies an entire floor of a large department store. It is estimated that it is enough to accommodate dozens of people wielding two-handed giant swords at the same time. In the training venue, more than a dozen members are sparring with swords. Since they are all using safety swords, there is no "ping-pong" sound of iron.

Chen Ke also noticed that the upper arms of HEMA members, regardless of gender, are very strong. Maybe they need strong arms to wield large swords.

Although Chen Ke is also very strong, his muscle circumference is not thick enough.

Judging from the killing skills that Chen Ke has mastered so far, his position in the killer team should be infiltration raids and medium-range precision shooting containment, which requires agility and speed.

So pure strength is not Chen Ke's strong point.

However, if you fight monsters with cold weapons, strength is very important.

The golden holy two-handed sword in his hand can only be barely lifted because of his lack of arm strength, not to mention wielding it freely.

That sword, Faralis can use it freely with one hand, Chen Ke dare not even think about it.

Chen Ke guessed that the "strength" required for the holy object did not refer to muscle strength alone. With Falalis's arm strength, she might not be as strong as Chen Ke's, but she obviously had some kind of "great power"

"HEMA was a killing skill of the army in ancient times. Even in modern times, it has very strong lethality. So before learning HEMA, I want to warn you that this is not a skill used to provoke trouble. It represents a hobby and a pure spirit." Bridge said.

"I searched on Google and found that HEMA has long been lost. The current technology is restored by later generations based on documents and patterns. Sports?" Chen Ke asked.

"I know what the Internet says, but forget that. All the apprentices in this venue, I mean all, give them a sword, and you will know what HEMA means." Bridge said proudly.

"HEMA and Meyer swordsmanship... Which of the two is better?" Chen Ke asked with his arms around his chest.

"It depends mainly on the person practicing. HEMA has many techniques, and so does Meyer swordsmanship, but they are opposite swordsmanships. It depends on you which one you want to learn." Bridge said.

"What's the difference?" Chen Ke wondered.

"HEMA is a series of skills commonly used by medieval swordsmen, and Meyer swordsmanship is a counter-swordsmanship developed specifically for HEMA. Of course, no matter which swordsmanship you learn, you have to start with the most basic part and gradually master the master's strike!" Bridge's tone was a little excited.

"Master's strike?" Chen Ke's eyes lit up. Could it be some kind of Wang Batian's move?

"Yes, commonly known as a one-hit kill, HEMA is a killing technique that requires simple movements and can quickly kill the enemy. So although it has countless gorgeous and beautiful movements, you must always keep the idea of ​​one-hit kill in battle. Come and see this." Bridge said, taking Chen Ke to the edge of a training ground.

It was a woman wearing protective gear, with chestnut curly long hair half exposed from the bottom edge of the head protective gear. She was quite skilled, dancing with two-handed swords smoothly, switching postures very smoothly, and every swing and attack would be accompanied by a terrifying sound of breaking through the air.

At this time, she was sparring with another male student. The other party had tried to find her flaws, but she switched to various defensive postures to resolve them one by one.

The two of them were well-balanced in their attack and defense, and they went back and forth in a methodical manner. There was no flying sword flower, but they observed each other, suddenly attacked, and if they failed, they would step back to distance themselves and continue to fight.

This was completely different from what Chen Ke had imagined. He originally thought that HEMA's battle was a high-speed rotating sword flower dance. Of course, it felt good now. The woman's offensive movements had extremely strong explosive power, and it was even more pleasing to the eye with her figure.

He had no doubt about the lethality and killing efficiency of these movements. If he changed to an iron sword, the woman's instant high-speed approach and slashing would definitely cut off the dog head of the man opposite, making him scream.

Chen Ke watched the two people's sparring and found that the two people's attack movements were not open and close, and rarely used movements with huge flaws such as stabbing.

Even when swinging, it is only half-slash, that is, the sword is not swung completely towards the ground, but the tip of the sword is always facing the opponent's face and upper body, continuously causing pressure.

The benefits of doing this are self-evident. The sword is always under control, and the move will be very fast. Even a two-handed long sword can have a good flexibility and speed.

Thinking of this, another line of small words jumped in the corner of his eyes:

"Introduction to Meyer Swordsmanship: 35%"

The correct idea will greatly increase the learning effect, and Chen Ke is on the right path.

And since the life countdown defaults to adding "Meyer Swordsmanship" to Chen Ke's skill column, it must be a deadly killing technique.

"Watch carefully, it's coming soon." Bridge stood aside and reminded.

On the training platform, the man slowly gained the upper hand. His sword moves were very fast, and the sword flowers flew close to his body. Chen Ke couldn't see the movement of his wrist clearly.

"He's going to win." Chen Ke commented.

"Keep watching." Bridge smiled.

The man was getting more and more excited, constantly switching postures, letting the sword spin at high speed to suppress the woman.

But even Chen Ke could see that although the woman was on the defensive, she was calmer than the man. On the contrary, the man who was attacking frantically seemed a little impatient.

When the man was about to turn around and deliver a heavy blow, the woman suddenly stepped forward, made a roof-like posture, and hit the man's head!

"Duang!"

The man was halfway through his turn when his right head was hit violently. He staggered backwards and was chopped to the ground, and his sword was thrown far away.

Chen Ke couldn't help but applaud.

"This is a master's blow!" Bridge laughed.

"Ah! Fuck... Oh..." The man wailed on the ground, took off his head guard and rubbed his head.

"You have too many fancy moves, Pan, if you were on the battlefield, you would have died long ago." The woman said mercilessly, and as she said that, she also took off her head guard and shook her chestnut curly long hair.

"You are right Diana, you should have been born in the Middle Ages, maybe you can beat Joan of Arc." The man smiled.

The woman reached out and pulled the man up from the ground and continued the second round of sparring.

This woman left a deep impression on Chen Ke.

"This is HEMA, you should know it, right? So, do you want to join us?" Bridget asked, spreading his hands.

"Let's start our first lesson." Chen Ke smiled.

The cost of the HEMA club is not as high as Chen Ke imagined. The monthly membership fee is 100 Union Coins, and you can practice with other members and receive guidance from professional coaches.

Bridget took Chen Ke to the front desk to register for membership. The blonde girl in charge of the relevant business was full of smiles, her fingers flying on the keyboard, and she quickly entered Chen Ke's name.