Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

Chapter 31 Have you failed in your studies?

Author: Little talk

Chapter 31 Have you failed in your studies?

evening.

After dinner, Wang Mo first sent Ye Lingling back to the class courtyard, and then walked around looking left and right until he entered the martial arts arena.

Thinking of the young ladies he saw along the way just now, Wang Mo sighed and said he was too conservative.

It's summer now, and those seniors are covering themselves up tightly, leaving only a little bit of flesh exposed. Who are they looking down on?

It's not like the world before he traveled through it.

The young ladies are all afraid of not showing enough to attract attention, so they give out various benefits.

Alas, no more.

There were not many people in the martial arts arena at this time. When they saw Wang Mo coming in, everyone looked in awe. Yu Tianheng, who had been waiting for a long time, trotted all the way to greet him.

"Junior, you are here."

Wang Mo nodded lightly and said nothing, knowing full well their awe.

If his talent was not good, his martial spirit was of poor quality, and he was not from the Prince's Mansion, these people would not be as respectful as they are now when they see him.

In this world where the strong are respected, only those who are strong enough can win the respect of others.

"Brother, follow me. Senior, I spent a lot of money to open a practice room. Let's go this way." Yu Tianheng held a bunch of keys in his hand and led the way.

Studying in the hall outside, Yu Tianheng didn't even think about it.

For a technique like this that can predict the opponent's attack route and release soul skills, of course the fewer people know about it, the better. It is best if only he knows it.

Wang Mo was willing to teach him because he had done a good job in protecting Ye Lingling today.

The others didn't pay anything, so why should they get it for nothing?

The so-called practice room is actually a closed single room, about one hundred square meters, that can be used for double sparring.

Some higher-ranking aristocratic children are too proud to have a discussion in a place like the hall outside, and would be treated like a monkey, so they would rent a single room like this.

The door to the practice room was closed with a click, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

"Junior, senior, I'm ready. When do you think we can start?" Yu Tianheng looked at Wang Mo with burning eyes and rubbed his hands impatiently.

"It's okay now."

He found a random chair and sat down. Wang Mo raised his hand and patted the back of the chair next to him, signaling Yu Tianheng to sit down, and then said, "Senior Tianheng, do you know what battlefield observation is?"

Battlefield observation?

Yu Tianheng looked confused. Aren't we here to learn skills? What does it have to do with battlefield observation?

Although he had doubts in his heart, Yu Tianheng did not speak out, but looked at Wang Mo seriously. "I also asked my junior to talk about it."

Wang Mo pondered for two seconds and then said, "In fact, it is a way of saying that you carefully observe every move of the enemy. It can also be said that success or failure is determined by details."

"The so-called prediction is a kind of foresight judgment to react in advance and take corresponding actions after observing the opponent's shot marks."

"Is this really possible?" Yu Tianheng looked confused.

When fighting, both sides move very quickly. Not only must they observe the opponent's movements in a very short period of time, but they must also observe his meticulous movements, and they must also analyze and react accordingly in their minds.

Will the brain be damaged?

"Can it be done? Of course."

Wang Mo said with a smile. "First of all, we must have the consciousness of looking at the overall situation. We must control everything from the overall situation, take the role of the opponent, predict his movements in advance, and then we must pay careful attention to his hands and feet."

"A person who is not experienced enough in combat will not make false moves. Before attacking, his left and right hands or feet will definitely make movements in advance."

After listening to Wang Mo's words, Yu Tianheng thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was really the case.

Take the fight between Wang Mo and Tyson in the afternoon as an example. At the beginning, Tyson put his foot on the surface of the ring and then jumped up.

I think it was at that time that Junior Wang Mo quickly analyzed and judged the battlefield, and then reacted accordingly.

For example, avoiding Tyson's attack, a series of subsequent outputs, etc.

"hiss"

Taking a breath of cold air, Yu Tianheng didn't want to know, and was shocked when he thought about it.

As far as he is concerned, when fighting, he basically adapts to circumstances, either relying on the strength of his soul power or the strength of his martial soul to win. He has never thought that fighting can be like this.

One side simply thinks that the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road, but the other side has eight hundred plans. It even thinks about how you will attack if your hands or feet move. It would be weird if you can win.

Seeing that he seemed to understand a little bit, Wang Mo smiled lightly and continued. "I call this movement before attacking forward. After seeing their forward movement, you can easily judge which direction they will attack.

Although the intensity of an attack cannot be predicted, it is always safe to dodge it in advance."

"Depending on the intensity of the attack, the body will be stagnant for a certain period of time after the attack. I call this the backswing of the attack. The stronger the attack, the longer the backswing time. This is the best time for us to take action, because

This is the time when a soul master is most vulnerable and has almost no power to resist."

His face changed continuously, and Yu Tianheng no longer knew what to say.

What is professional? This is professional!

Thinking about the battle between himself and Wang Mo a week ago, he was still unconvinced at that time, but now he felt a little creepy.

Not to mention trying it again, even ten times or a hundred times, Yu Tianheng felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to win.

Because the opponent really observed every detail on the battlefield meticulously, even the movements before taking action and the gap period after the soul skill was released, he regarded it as a flaw and integrated it into the battle.

It would be really terrible if such a person became an enemy.

"Have you failed in your studies?"

Smiling and patting Yu Tianheng's shoulder, Wang Mo stood up and walked out. "Slowly understand."

Ignoring what Yu Tianheng would learn in the end, after leaving the martial arts arena, Wang Mo slowly returned to the class courtyard.

When passing by a flower bush, I suddenly found a bamboo stick as thick as my little finger thrown in the flower bush. I don't know which bastard threw it here.

Don’t you know that it is everyone’s responsibility to take care of the campus?

As a sunny boy, Wang Mo strongly condemned this immoral behavior, and then walked directly into the flowers and picked it up.

Holding the bamboo stick in your hand is like being possessed by a sword fairy.

Wang Mo's wrist flicked slightly, and the bamboo strips turned into several streams of light that flickered among the flowers, causing countless petals to fly in all directions.

"Who is there? Stop here. You are maliciously destroying the campus environment. Have you forgotten what the school rules say?"

An angry voice sounded from a distance.

Wang Mo took a look. It was dark and he didn't know who the teacher was. He couldn't see clearly. His footsteps were tapping on the ground, and he was walking as fast as flying.

Slipping away.

Wang Mo felt that he was not entirely to blame for this incident. If he was to blame, it was the person who threw the bamboo sticks. His original intention was to pick out the bamboo sticks.

Who would have thought that the bamboo stick in hand seemed to activate a certain bloodline power hidden in the body, making it difficult to control it for a while.

Wang Mo admitted that he was at fault, but the one who threw the bamboo stick must bear at least half of the responsibility!

(End of chapter)