Ultra Fighting Legend

If Xiaoguang and Xiang were here, and they knew that Yuan was the source, they would definitely be dissatisfied with the training Xiaolu was receiving.

After all, if you compare yourself with others, how difficult is your special training?

Those fucking nuclear explosion kicks, tornadoes, and even merciless beatings are the kind of terror that makes you full of pressure as long as you are an enemy.

And what does Xiaolu need to face?

It's just a short sprint, just a point-to-point sparring session, even a kick on the ground and a hole in it is hard to do.

There were no earth-shaking explosions, no storms that shook the fields, but only gentle words of advice and instructions, careful teachings and guidance.

If they saw this, their mentality would definitely be unbalanced.

And not to mention the two of them, Zero alone probably wouldn't be able to bear it when he saw this scene.

Of course, if he doesn't know yet, that's okay.

Wait until he knows.

"Come on, fight me. What I want to teach you next is how to use weapons, or how to deal with the enemy's weapons." As he said that, Yuanquan lowered his body and made a fighting gesture: "Fighting with weapons is different from bare-handed fighting. The sparks generated by the collision between the swords are definitely not something that fists can touch."

"That's a blade cut. It's just a moment's difference, it destroys the opponent's body in an instant, and it determines the outcome of offense and defense in the blink of an eye."

"Eh? Where's the weapon?" Xiao Lu looked around and didn't see the weapon.

Neither he nor his brother were empty-handed now, and when they first set up the scene, they didn't see anyone making wooden swords or bamboo knives.

"As for the weapon, it's right here." As he said that, Yuan reached behind his back, and in Xiao Lu's piercing eyes, he pulled out a sword, a dreamy sword that shone like stars.

"Eh eh eh?"

Xiao Lu and Peijia's eyes widened, what is this? How was this pulled out?

Wait...there was obviously nothing behind my brother just now! It's obviously just blank!

Why can you really pull out a sword?

why is that?

Yuan had no intention of explaining, but threw the sword to Xiao Lu and inserted it in front of Xiao Lu. The purple sword edge shone with cold light, making it particularly conspicuous.

Xiao Lu pulled out the sword and put it in front of his eyes. He could see the cold edge of the sword, and it was not blunt, but a fully opened sword, a sword that could really kill people.

"Is this sword... actually open?" Xiao Lu looked blankly at Yuan, his brother: "Brother, are we going to use this sword to..."

"Of course, with the wooden sword, you won't feel the tension between life and death, where one move misses the point of losing an arm or a leg. If you want to do it, you have to do something real." As he said that, Yuan stretched out his hand to touch his back. , once again pulled out a weapon that was exactly the same as the sword in Xiao Lu's hand.

The style is the same, the appearance is the same, they are exactly carved from the same mold.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Holding the sword in his hand, Yuan said with a smile: "You'll be fine."

Xiao Lu turned his attention to Laiye for help, because the only person around him who played with weapons was Laiye, and he also used swords.

"Don't look at me. The way I use the sword is different from the type of this sword." Lai Ye turned his head away, not wanting to look at Xiao Lu's eyes asking for help: "The sword I use is a soft sword, and the usage is the same. Regular swords are different.”

"The sword you are holding in your hand now is a steel sword, and it is used differently from the one I use."

Laiye is right about this, and Yuan also knows this. Although Laiye also uses weapons, as a woman, Laiye is not as strong as men in terms of strength and endurance, so using soft swords is more technical.

The weapons used by men are generally not soft swords, but hard weapons like Beibei Sword and Rainbow Knife.

So what Yuan holds and what Xiao Lu holds are both weapons like this.

"How could that happen?" Xiao Lu looked back with some sadness: "If this happens, wouldn't I?"

"Xiao Lu, there is nothing to be afraid of. Don't forget your dream!" When Xiao Lu hesitated, Peijia cheered for Xiao Lu: "If you want to become a hero, this is indispensable. s things."

"Ten minutes on stage and ten years of hard work off stage. Such words are not just words. Xiao Lu, you have to work harder!"

Peijia's words made Xiao Lu make up his mind and reminded him of the path and future he insisted on.

Since you insist on such a dream, you must work hard towards that path. If you just talk about it without doing anything, you can't achieve anything.

If you are afraid just because you are afraid of getting hurt, then it only means that the hero you want to be is just a hero you say.

"I understand, thank you, Peijia!" After firming up his determination, Xiao Lu held the sword in both hands, walked off the field, and stood in front of Yuan.

Grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands, Xiao Lu seemed to be able to feel a touch of warmth from the sword.

Yuan did not speak, but showed a relieved smile.

The hand he slowly raised, the sword lying at his side, reflected in the weak light of the tree shade, and the light and shadow cast by it became vague and uncertain.

But even so, a heavy and solemn aura was released from Yuan, who was standing with a sword, and gradually spread to the entire audience.

Not to mention Xiao Lu who was facing off head-on, Pejia and Laiye who were watching the battle were all affected by this momentum.

Pejia didn't dare to yell anymore, but clenched her hands in front of her chest, looking quite nervous.

Laiye was the same, she even had a vague urge to draw the sword. In her perception, even though Yuan standing over there had done nothing, he was born like a terrifying demon.

Although he doesn't move, you can't ignore him, because this pervasive aura and heavy pressure are his declaration of his existence all the time.

This kind of pressure can be said to be the focus of attention.

If the onlookers can feel such pressure, then one can imagine how huge the pressure is on Xiao Lu, who is standing in front of this man and bears the brunt.

Yuan still didn't move. He chose to release his aura instead of attacking actively. He also wanted to let Xiao Lu feel what a real strong person is like.

Although Xiao Lu has defeated many opponents so far, those opponents cannot be regarded as strong, just strong enemies.

When facing a truly strong man, the mistake that the new generation of boys often make is that they will be toyed with and applauded by such a strong man using their skilled combat experience.

And this is what the new generation of Ultra warriors lack most.

The so-called strong person is not just a strong enemy.

If a strong enemy is strong in a certain aspect, then a strong person is strong in all aspects.

Yuan lowered his eyelids and kept his body motionless.

Xiao Lu, can you break through my aura and still have the courage to wield your sword against me under such pressure?

Whether your hero's journey is to move forward or backward, whether to take a step further or to sink, depends only on your thoughts at this moment.

The passage of time stopped at this moment. In such a condensed atmosphere, even for a second, it could be clearly felt.

Xiao Lu's forehead and body were gradually soaked with more and more sweat, and his hair was stuck to his forehead, sticking tightly to his skin.

But even so, Xiao Lu's hands holding the sword gradually became stable from shaking violently at the beginning, and finally he completely grasped the sword.

Xiao Lu raised his head, his red eyes full of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. With this belief, he took a fierce step forward.

And at this step, the sword held by Xiao Lu's hands changed its posture in the blink of an eye. In an instant, it changed from a cosmic blaze to a Titan sword!

That's right, it was the sword that Lu saw on TV, belonging to Kuuga.