The weakest profession? Please, it's just that you don't know how to use it.

Close combat cold weapon training area

"In the advanced course of using guns and spears, throwing is the most difficult and risky skill, but it is also a deadly skill."

"According to your request, I will give you special training on this part. The whole course takes ten hours, which requires at least five days. Do you have the time?"

He Chengren asked while helping Chen Feng compile the training plan with a tablet in hand.

Chen Feng nodded,"I have already talked to Professor Qi, and there is enough time."

"Well, before that, let's go over the basics in the first class. Although your professional characteristics allow you to master the basic use of your own weapons,"

"But after switching weapons, this kind of proficiency similar to muscle memory will inevitably become somewhat stiff, and it is my major requirement to practice the basics firmly."

Chen Feng followed He Chengren and practiced methodically.

Although He Chengren is good at using swords, he is still domineering when wielding a spear.

The movements are smooth, the strength is moderate, and it flows smoothly.

Soon He Chengren completed the basic movement breakdown demonstration

"How about it, do you need me to do it again?"

"No thanks, Mr. He."

He Chengren narrowed his eyes slightly,"Are you sure you remember it?"

Chen Feng picked up the spear without changing his expression,"It's all in my mind."

"All right, practice by yourself first."

He Chengren nodded, then turned to instruct other students.

He was the only teacher, and the time allocated to each student was very limited.

Only colleges with resources like Shangjing College could provide students with training grounds and training dummies.

If it were in other colleges, whether you could practice anything would depend on yourself.

He Chengren wandered among the students, occasionally answering questions and occasionally teaching in person.

Don't be fooled by his sleepy image of holding a thermos cup and retiring early.

When teaching, he was surprisingly serious. At least until now, his thermos cup placed in the corner of the training ground has not been opened once.

Chen Feng was alone in the corner, practicing according to the basic movements demonstrated by He Chengren.

He deliberately slowed down his movements.

In addition, the spear in his hand was two meters long, and his movements looked very slow and stiff.

Those who didn't know would think he was practicing Tai Chi.

In this way, Chen Feng repeated this set of movements for the whole afternoon.

And the next day.

He was still the same.

This made many people very confused.

"No, Chen Feng is developing a sword-dancing version of Tai Chi for the elderly, preparing to monopolize the middle-aged and elderly market?"

"I don't know what he is doing, his movements are slow and stiff, it turns out that the back-up profession still lacks a little talent in using weapons"

"I can't stand it anymore, and Mr. He doesn't care?"

Everyone turned around and looked at He Chengren, who was lying on the recliner with sunglasses on his glasses.

He was holding a freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea in his hand, looking like he was enjoying it.

Chen Feng was not far away from him, and he could see him as soon as he opened his eyes.

But He Chengren didn't seem to have any opinion on Chen Feng's behavior.

"Could it be that Teacher He has also given up on Chen Feng?"

"It's not impossible. This kind of course is voluntary. There is no requirement for exam scores. If you can't teach, just don't teach."

There were constant discussions until He Chengren coughed and everyone shut up again.

On the third day.

Chen Feng still maintained the same training rhythm, but the speed of swinging the spear became a little faster.

He Chengren came to his side from time to time to give him a few pointers.

But in the eyes of others, Chen Feng seemed to be a typical person who listened but didn't change.

There didn't seem to be any difference in the movements before and after.

Strangely, He Chengren didn't care at all and ran to instruct other students.

The course was already halfway through.

And with the guidance of He Chengren and the assistance of the training dummy, the students in Class A made rapid progress. They soon mastered the basic methods of using the weapons they chose.

Some talented Some students have even reached the threshold of advancement.

As the third day of classes was halfway through, He Chengren began to encourage students to compete with each other.

With the light shield barrier, there is no need to worry about hurting each other.

Experience similar to actual combat can quickly improve one's proficiency in the use of weapons.

He Chengren pressed the control button, and a simple arena rose in the middle of the training area.

The length and width were only five meters, just enough to provide a close combat distance between two people.

Everyone was very restrained at the beginning.

But as time went on, students who had good relationships gradually went to the arena to compete with each other.

This has become a bit of fun when everyone is tired of training.

The atmosphere is also It was very harmonious.

There was no ridicule from the winner to the loser.

There was more encouragement.

Not long after.

Zhou Mingrui came to Chen Feng.

His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the students around him.

Zhou Mingrui has been in a state of doubt about his life since he lost to Chen Feng in the head-on challenge at the beginning of the school.

He didn't know how he lost. He was obviously in the upper hand and had some advantages in the last second.

In the next second, he was killed instantly and fainted.

His companions and the onlookers didn't see clearly what happened.

But only Zhou Mingrui knew that Chen Feng's final blow to kill him was made by a strange spear. Gun weapons.

Others did not understand why Chen Feng had to take a weapons training course and chose a spear that no one used.

But Zhou Mingrui knew that Chen Feng was honing his hidden trump card. In more than two months, although Zhou Mingrui's level did not increase, his melee skills were further tempered.

Although he did not know what Chen Feng's trump card was specifically, Zhou Mingrui knew that if he wanted to defeat Chen Feng and bring him into his team in the future, he must first understand the opponent's trump card.

Zhou Mingrui held in front of him an iron rod about one and a half meters long with weights on both ends.

He invited:"Chen Feng, let's have a fight on the ring?"

Chen Feng stopped his slow movements and looked back at Zhou Mingrui.

He wanted to refuse, but when he noticed the look from He Chengren not far away, he simply accepted the challenge.

Teacher He seemed to want to use this duel to test the results of Chen Feng's basic stage.

Chen Feng remembered that Zhou Mingrui's profession was [Imitator].

He could imitate other people's panel data and weapons, etc.

The effect was very rogue.

And he himself also paid attention to training close combat skills.

It seemed good to have him as a"sparring partner".

So Chen Feng and Zhou Mingrui came to the ring and stood in the corner facing each other.

This duel attracted the attention of everyone present.

The originally harmonious atmosphere also became tense.

Zhou Mingrui had already lost to Chen Feng once, and he would definitely not give up.

This was destined to be a difficult duel.

Zhou Mingrui held the iron rod in both hands and made an attack preparation posture

"Chen Feng, how about unlimited close combat?"

Zhou Mingrui wanted to change the rules of the ring to force Chen Feng to use his killer move.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and waved at him with one hand.

"up to you."