"I have indeed discovered that your physical strength is far superior to that of other people of your age. So this is the reason." Marcus Luo nodded and put his hands in his sleeves. "Who taught you this method?"
"My second brother told me this the last time he came back to the island."
"You have a lot of skills to be able to hold on." Marcus Luo looked at Leon Luo deeply, "Your current physical toughness is enough, but if you want to go further, I can also introduce a new, higher waterfall for you. If you like, you can practice it when you have time."
After briefly explaining the matter, Marcus Luo did not dwell on this topic for too long: "Since this part of time has been saved, I can move forward the plan that was put on the back burner... Counting the official competitions on the island within the clan, have you ever fought?"
Leon Luo and Marcus Luo looked at each other for a moment, and answered honestly: "I have fought many times."
Boys of this age are bound to fight. In the tribe, he is the young master of the clan leader's family, and not many people come to pick a fight with him, but he also has a few enemies in the Seven Islands, and he has taken the initiative to go out and cause trouble a few times in the past.
"Yeah." Marcus Luo responded coldly, and it was unclear whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this answer. "Then do you know the difference between a competition and a fight?"
"Competition is more elegant and has more rules than fighting." Leon Luo has personal experience of this. When fighting, neither side talks too much nonsense. Once the fight gets intense, the moves of the swords and knives change very quickly, and sometimes the moves are quite unruly.
"Oh, that counts as one thing." Marcus Luo nodded indifferently, "But the biggest difference between fighting and competition is that others may not fight you alone."
As Marcus Luo spoke, he waved his hand in the air. The last time he did this was in the morning, when the pile of books that suddenly appeared almost buried Leon Luo. Leon Luo still remembered this action clearly, and he dodged without saying a word.
......Then five burly men appeared in front of him.
"Puppets?" Leon Luo didn't even need to look closely. The skin of these puppets shone with an iron-colored luster, and there were obvious traces of mechanisms on the joints. Although each face had eyes and a nose, the facial features were all pressed from the same mold. Each puppet looked exactly the same.
These five tall and sturdy puppets each held a hard stick that reached their eyebrows upside down in their hands. They all had big round bald heads. Perhaps to avoid being immoral, each of them put on a bulky and rustic monk's robe.
"These puppets follow the path of Buddhist cultivation." Marcus Luo didn't seem to want to say more, "From today on, you should learn how to fight."
Leon Luo had just observed carefully for a while and confirmed that the sticks held by these puppets were made of star steel that had been hammered many times: the weight of this thing alone could break bones and tendons of an ordinary person. If it were hit by someone with a round swing, he would probably not be able to withstand a few hits with his body.
Considering this, Leon Luo asked cautiously: "What level of cultivation do they roughly correspond to?"
"After all, it's just the beginning, so I can't expect too much." Marcus Luo's eyelids drooped slightly, "Since you are at the seventh level of Qi Refining, they are naturally at the seventh level of Qi Refining as well. If you can't beat them, it's okay, just take the beating. When you go out, you have to be good at either beating people or getting beaten."
Leon Luo: "......"
This sounds like a jerk, but it does make sense. Leon Luo sighed and drew his knife, but there was a smile in his eyes that showed he was eager to try.
The knife handle skillfully turned around Leon Luo's wrist, making a fancy knife flower. Leon Luo bowed slightly to the five black iron lumps and said with a smile: "Please."
......
When he took the first blow, the heavy force accompanied by the sound of wind made Leon Luo's wrist numb.
Behind him, the remaining four sticks were swung mercilessly. The strong force and swift speed made a sound of wind breaking through the air in unison, which made Leon Luo's hair stand on end.
He turned away the puppet's eyebrow-high stick and nimbly moved behind it, stabbing the puppet's back with his knife, but was forced to stop halfway - Marcus Luo only said that if he hit the puppet's vital point, the puppet would stop moving, but he didn't say that the puppets' elbows could be turned outwards!
It literally means turning outward!
The big iron lump in front of him didn't even need to turn around, and swept Leon Luo's calf with a stick. Leon Luo dodged it, but he had missed the great opportunity to take the first move.
The remaining four puppets also took advantage of this moment of delay to surround him. The unexpected situation disrupted Leon Luo's previous plan. The originally fierce attack was forced to stagnate, the momentum weakened, and he was forced to turn to a defensive position.
Marcus Luo watched this scene coldly from the side.
In a flash, Leon Luo bent his waist and stepped back, placed one hand on the back of the knife and pushed it out horizontally, clanging and knocking away two black steel sticks. At the same time, he took a series of mandarin duck steps, stepped on a steel stick to use the force to bounce out, and rushed out from the gap in the encirclement of the five puppets.
At this moment, Leon Luo realized from the bottom of his heart that he and Marcus Luo had quite different definitions of fighting - the fighting in his mind was just an ordinary fight, while the one in his master's concept was a frenzied group fight.
He turned around and blocked the stick of the puppet closest to him. Leon Luo ducked into the other's arms and stabbed the puppet's chest and abdomen with his backhand. At the same time, he felt like cursing.
Generally, Buddhist cultivators fight by using defense as offense, and most of them will conjure up a diamond shield, taking the approach of "no matter how violent the storm is, I will remain unmoved". Based on the fierce and brutal moves of these puppets, it would be an exaggeration to call them demon cultivators!
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Two quarters of an hour later, after getting rid of the last puppet, Leon Luo half-knelt on the ground with his sword in his hand, not wanting to say a word: if he even breathed a little harder, his whole body would be in terrible pain.
Just now, he bravely took a stick from behind, and took the opportunity to use a sharp knife to create a gap between several puppets to determine victory or defeat. However, how could a flesh and blood body resist the cold steel? The blow was so heavy and fierce that Leon Luo's five internal organs trembled, and he almost had the illusion that his lungs would burst out.
The wound on his back slowed down Leon Luo's speed of swinging his knife to dodge, and he didn't find a chance to kill the third puppet for a long time. During this period, due to his sluggish body movement, he was inevitably hit by a few sticks.
------From this, it can be seen that Marcus Luo's heart is indeed harder than steel. Just now, Leon Luo had to use his left arm to hold a stick at his eyebrows. He felt a sharp pain in his radius and heard a click in his ears. It turned out that his bones were almost broken.
However, Marcus Luo sat firmly in the wheelchair, not only did his body not move at all, but his expression did not change at all. If Leon Luo had not been strong and responsive, and had not immediately used his almost numb left arm to support the puppet behind him, and first used the handle of his knife to strike back, and then stabbed the puppet in front of him, I don't know how many bones he would have broken before Marcus Luo could stop him.
After he had recovered from the most painful breath, Leon Luo raised his head and forced a smile, "Master, do you have any medicine?" If he didn't apply good medicine to this wound, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
"There is medicinal wine."
Marcus Luo slowly turned his wheelchair to Leon Luo's side, and patiently waited for Leon Luo to unbutton his shirt and expose his back. Leon Luo's left arm had just been hit hard, and his fingers were still not flexible in fine movements. When he pulled off his shirt, he looked back and saw that the place on his back where he had been hit by the stick had now turned into a large area of bruises that spread like a spider web.
Marcus Luo's eyes softened a little, but his movements were still merciless. He unscrewed the lid of the medicinal wine and gave Leon Luo a back massage to stimulate blood circulation. The force of his hands made Leon Luo shudder.
In order to avoid the embarrassing situation of baring his teeth, Leon Luo randomly found a topic that made him resentful: "Master, are these five puppets really the way of Buddhist cultivation?"
"I'm not lying to you, they are indeed Buddhists." Marcus Luo pressed down on Leon Luo's shoulders to prevent him from breaking free, "But their moves are imitating those of the Buddhists who practice the Six Livestock Path. I'm afraid I forgot to tell you this."
Leon Luo: "...Master, your wording is so elegant." Most people do not call the six animal paths Buddhist practices, they usually call them evil cults!
"I'm surprised that you can stop all five puppets." Pushing away the blood clot on Leon Luo's back, Marcus Luo pulled Leon Luo's left arm and frowned after just one look. "But you were too reckless when dealing with the second puppet. You shouldn't have used your back to withstand the blow."
"In that situation, there is no other way." Leon Luo curled the corner of his mouth - Marcus Luo changed a new medicine on his arm. It didn't hurt to apply it, but it made the bones itchy and sore.
Marcus Luo shook his head: "There are other ways. Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to think about it yourself?"
"Then let me go back and think about it. If I still don't understand by tomorrow, please ask Master to tell me." After treating the wounds on his back and arms, Leon Luo put on his clothes again and shook the hem of his clothes, "Huh?"
It was Marcus Luo who handed the bottle of medicinal wine and a medicine bottle to him.
"Keep it." Marcus Luo said briefly, "Otherwise, do you still want me to treat your wounds every time?"
"I dare not, I dare not, thank you very much, Master." Leon Luo said he dared not, but he smiled: the two medicines Marcus Luo gave him were really good. The wounds on his body had just been treated for less than a cup of tea, but the swelling and pain in his body had been swept away.
Judging from the other party's courage in using tilia leaves to cook breakfast, these two medicines probably have some merits.
Just as Marcus Luo turned his wheelchair to signal Leon Luo to follow, Luo Qi came running over from a distance, waving: "Luo Ge ------ Luo Ge ------"
"What's wrong? Don't be anxious, talk slowly." Leon Luo took two steps forward and saw that this cousin who always liked to chase after him had a look of panic on his face.
"Finally I found you!" Luo Qi grabbed Leon Luo's sleeve, gasping for breath, barely squeezing out half a breath from his lungs, "Brother Luo, Brother Han's mother... is gone."
"What?!"
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