My big size is invincible

The next day, Wang Qian met his coach as he wished.

It was a middle-aged man who was about 30 years old in clean dress, his face was as angular as a knife and an axe, his eyes were shining, and the whole person exuded the breath of not being close to people.

"Hello! I am Wang Qian, and I will learn knife techniques with you from today. Wang Qian said slightly respectfully.

"You don't have to be so restrained! My name is Bai Hong, you can call me Coach Bai. Bai Hong's voice was a little hoarse, but extremely penetrating.

"The weapon you chose is the Tang Dao, have you been exposed to it before?" Bai Hong's voice followed.

"No, this is the first contact." Wang Qian replied honestly.

"Well, then first teach you the basic way to hold a knife."

Wang Qian listened intently.

"Hold the knife two tigers forward, back three fingers force, and then according to your dominant hand to decide which hand to exert force." Bai Hong paused after speaking.

"As I say, the dominant hand is the right hand, so I use the right hand to exert force, and the left hand assists in controlling the direction. This division of labor is convenient for force and can better control the direction of the knife. After Bai Hong finished speaking, he asked Wang Qian to start trying.

Without saying a word, Wang Qian took out a wooden knife and set up a posture.

"Don't hold the knife too hard, relax properly!" Bai Hong's guiding voice came.

"Also remember that each swing is mainly about the waist and thighs, and at the same time let your whole body move, not brute force."

"There is also to stand up straight after holding the knife, do not bend over and hunchback, hook the back forward!"

"Yes!" Wang Qian shouted out angrily.

"Okay, then let's start training! All you have to do now is split, imagine that there is an enemy in front of you, and try to split the same part every time. Wang

Qian tried to split once, and was surprised to find that it was more difficult than he thought, not only requiring a high degree of concentration, but also controlling every muscle of his own.

"Yes, that's it, don't hard collect it after chopping, use the power to draw an arc and come again!"

"Take this as a standard, let's practice 200 times first!"

"Good!" A sound should be heard. Wang Qian began the hard practice.

......

A sound of numbers echoed in the huge training room.

"97, 98, 99..." Before

100 strokes, Wang Qian felt a soreness all over his body, but with perseverance, he never thought of giving up, gritting his teeth and continuing to slash the wooden knife in his hand.

The wooden knife that was originally easy to pick up seemed to gradually grow with the swing of the machete again and again.

Wang Qian could only squeeze out every bit of strength in his muscles for the next swing.

With the sword swing again and again, time seemed to slow down, and everything around Wang Qian's eyes disappeared, leaving only one person in the whole world with a knife.

Bai Hong on the side looked at Wang Qian, who was constantly wielding the sword in the field, with a stunned face, he never thought that someone would be able to achieve this level when he first touched the knife technique.

I don't know what moment it started, it was obviously a wooden knife, but it burst out with an iron-like sound under Wang Qian's slashing again and again.

Wang Qian's whole person is now like a boiled prawn, his whole body is red, his body is full of high temperature, and the sweat that flows out is directly evaporated by the high temperature of his body before he has time to drip down.

This caused Wang Qian to surround him with a circle of steam, and with the swing of the wooden knife, the surrounding steam also danced.

This led to a bizarre scene in the training room.

A large amount of white steam flew with the wooden knife, forming a loop in the air, which was pleasing to the eye.

"This guy is a monster!" Bai Hong couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Wang Qian's performance.

Over time, more and more people noticed visions in the training room.

"Wow, this guy hasn't seen it, shouldn't it be a newcomer!"

"Newcomer? Are you funny, when are newcomers this standard?

"I guess he may be a commissioner sent by the headquarters to support our branch!"

"Impossible! I heard that a new B-grade spirit ruins have appeared on the side of the headquarters, and most of the combat power is fully coping with it, and there are still kung fu people sent out. "

Quiet!" Bai Hong couldn't help but roar low towards the crowd.

In an instant, the melon-eating masses all closed their mouths, but their eyes were still fixed on the slashing figure in the field.

Wu Guoguang and He Mang happened to walk by from the other side at this time.

Noticing the commotion on the sidelines, He Mang subconsciously glanced at it. Then came the incredulity on his face.

"Captain, look quickly!"

Hearing He Mang's voice, Wu Guoguang, who was walking with his head down, also turned his head.

"This is?!" Wu Guoguang's face was also full of surprise.

"It's the Wang Qian we brought back yesterday!" He Mang couldn't help but get excited.

"It's him, it looks like we brought back an amazing guy yesterday!" Wu Guoguang said with emotion.

"Xiao He, you are closer to him, when his training is complete, invite him to join our team!"

"Received!" He Mang's eyes were full of eagerness.

At this time, Wang Qian did not pay attention to everything that happened outside the field, his attention was all on the wooden knife in his hand.

In the slash again and again, the wooden knife seemed to become Wang Qian's third hand, as long as it was the place where the blade touched, Wang Qian could perceive it extremely clearly.

This feeling intoxicated Wang Qian, which was a kind of satisfaction brought by a little bit of his own strength.

Although Wang Qian was far stronger than his real self in the previous dream, that kind of power seemed to carry emptiness and had no sense of reality.

This may be because that body has no heartbeat and cannot feel the flow of blood, and the power that is so powerful that it destroys the world gives Wang Qian a deep sense of nothingness.

“198，199，200！"

With the last swing of the knife, flames that appeared out of nowhere suddenly covered the blade body, bringing a billowing heat wave, which instantly raised the temperature of the scene by another section.

Wang Qian shook the knife in one hand, and the burning flames disappeared immediately.

Converged his mind, the sore and weak body made Wang Qian's eyes instantly black, and the whole person fell down.

Seeing this, Bai Hong immediately held him up and pulled him aside to rest.

"Coach... I'm okay with it! Wang Qian said weakly.

"It's not bad, forget it today, and keep up the good work tomorrow!"

Bai Hong did not dare to tell the truth, afraid that Wang Qian would not be able to control his heart and be proud and arrogant.

At the same time, he also sighed that Wang Qian's physical fitness is good, but just awakened, his body is far stronger than ordinary people, and what awakened is not the physical ability, which makes people not envious.

However, what Bai Hong did not know was that this was not innate, but the result of a devouring.

Wang Qian's devouring is completely different from ordinary people, and he absorbs the energy of the beast without the slightest waste, which may be due to the special connection with the dream.

Of course, this was also because Wang Qian's body had never touched the energy of the beast before this, and the improvement would be so obvious.

Wang Qian said goodbye to Bai Hong, dragged his tired body back to the dormitory, lay on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.