Ultra Fighting Legend.

Chapter 1068: Cero is a jerk for being treated differently and not being able to find the reason

If Xiaoguang and Axiang were here, and they both knew that Yuan was the source, they would definitely be dissatisfied with the training Xiao Lu was receiving.

After all, if you put yourself in their shoes, how difficult is the special training there?
That damn nuclear kick and tornado were a ruthless beating, and it was so horrifying that being an enemy was extremely stressful.

And what does Xiao Lu need to face?
It was just a short sprint, just a brief exchange, and even kicking a hole in the ground was difficult to do.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no violent storms that swept across the field, but only gentle reminders and exhortations, careful teaching and guidance.

If they saw this, they would definitely be unbalanced.

And let alone the two of them, even Zero himself would probably not be able to bear it if he saw this scene.

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

Wait until he finds out.

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

"That's a cut from a blade. It only takes a split second to damage the opponent's body. The victory or defeat of an attack and defense can be decided in the blink of an eye."

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

Both himself and his brother were empty-handed now, and when they were setting up the scene just now, they didn't see anyone making wooden swords or bamboo knives or the like.

"As for weapons, they are right here." As he said that, Yuan stretched out his hand behind his back and pulled out a sword in front of Xiao Lu's piercing eyes, a dreamy sword that shone like a star.

"Eh eh eh?"

Xiao Lu and Peijia's eyes widened. What is this? How did they pull it out?

Wait… there was nothing behind my brother just now! It was just a blank space!

Why is it really possible to pull out a sword?

Why is that?
Yuan had no intention of explaining, but threw the sword to Xiao Lu and stuck it in front of Xiao Lu. The purple sword edge flashed with cold light and was extremely conspicuous.

Xiao Lu pulled out the sword and placed it in front of his eyes. He could see how cold the blade was. It was not blunt, but fully sharpened. It was a sword that could really kill people.

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

"Of course, if you use a wooden sword, you can't feel the tension between life and death, or the loss of an arm or a leg if you make a wrong move. If you want to do it, you have to do it for real." As he said this, Yuan reached for his back and once again pulled out a weapon that was exactly the same as the sword in Xiao Lu's hand.

The style and appearance are the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Holding the sword in his hand, Yuan smiled and said, "You will be fine."

Xiao Lu looked to Lai Ye for help, because Lai Ye was the only one around him who also played with weapons, and that was also a sword.

"Don't look at me. The way I use the sword is different from the type of sword this one is." Lai Ye turned his head away, not wanting to look at Xiao Lu's pleading eyes: "The sword I use is a soft sword, and the way I use it is different from an ordinary sword."

"What you are holding in your hand now is a steel sword, which can be used differently from the one I hold."

Lai Ye was not wrong about this, and Yuan also knew this. Although Lai Ye also used weapons, as a woman, Lai Ye herself was not as strong and endurance as men, so the use of soft sword was more skillful.

The weapons used by men are generally not soft swords, but hard weapons like baby swords and rainbow knives.

So the weapons in Yuan's hand and Xiao Lu's hand are both of this kind.

"How could that be?" Xiao Lu looked away with some sadness: "If that's the case, then wouldn't I be..."

"Xiao Lu, there's nothing to be afraid of. Don't forget your dream!" When Xiao Lu was hesitating, Peggy encouraged him: "If you want to be a hero, this is indispensable." "Ten minutes on stage, ten years of hard work off stage, this is not just talk, Xiao Lu, you have to work harder!"

Peggy's words made Xiao Lu make up his mind and reminded him of the path and future he was pursuing.

Since you are holding on to such a dream, you must work hard towards that path. If you just shout it but do nothing, you will not be able to achieve anything.

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

"I understand, thank you, Peggy!" After strengthening his determination, Xiao Lu held the sword with both hands, stepped down and stood in front of Yuan.

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

Yuan didn't say anything, but smiled with relief.

He slowly raised his hand, holding the sword at his side. Under the faint light reflected from the tree shade, the light and shadow cast by it became vague and uncertain.

But even so, a heavy and solemn aura emanated from Yuan, who was standing with a sword in hand, and gradually spread to the entire venue.

Not to mention Xiao Lu who was in direct confrontation, even Peggy and Lai Ye who were watching the fight on the sidelines were affected by this momentum.

Peggy didn't dare to scream again, but clenched her hands in front of her chest, looking quite nervous.

Lai Ye was the same, she even had a vague urge to draw her sword. In her perception, even if Yuan standing over there did nothing, he was born like a terrible demon.

Although he is not moving, you cannot ignore him, because the pervasive aura and heavy pressure are him declaring his presence at all times.

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

If I, a bystander, can feel such pressure, then one can imagine how enormous the pressure is that Xiao Lu, who is the first to bear the brunt and standing in front of this man, must have been under.

Yuan still did not move. He chose to release his aura instead of actively attacking, also wanting to let Xiao Lu feel what a truly strong person is like.

Although Xiao Lu has defeated many opponents so far, those opponents cannot be considered strong ones, but just strong enemies.

When facing a truly strong person, the young men of the new generation often make the mistake of being played around by such a strong person with his sophisticated combat experience.

And this is exactly what the new generation of Ultra Warriors lack the 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 swing your sword at me under such pressure?

Your heroic path, whether to move forward or backward, to take one step further or sink, all depends on this moment, on your one thought.

The passage of time stops at this moment. In such a solemn atmosphere, even for a second, it can 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, tightly attached to his skin.

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

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

It was at this step that the sword held in Xiao Lu's hands changed its posture in the blink of an eye. In an instant, it changed from the Cosmic Sword to the Titan Sword!
That’s right, it was the sword that Xiao Lu saw on TV, belonging to Kuga.

(End of this chapter)