The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 755 Three Thousand Mirror Ruins 22
Mo Lan also sensed that Teacher Yan Shuang was intentionally giving her practice, so she seized the opportunity even more and practiced her swordsmanship.

"Sink your wrist down a third! The power rises from the ground, flows through your arm, and concentrates at your tip!" Yan Shuang's wooden sword tapped lightly against Moran's elbow. "Don't swing the sword with your arm, smash it out with the weight of your whole body!"

Moran spun around, using the force of the rotation to deflect the blow, and then swung the wooden sword upwards in a counter-attack, which was the essence of the second move, "parry".

The blade abruptly changed direction the instant it touched Yan Shuang's clothes, simulating a continuous attack after hitting the enemy.

"Interesting." Yan Shuang dodged to the side, her blade tip flicking like a viper's tongue at the opening Moran had revealed. "But the change of tactics is too deliberate! Will the enemy on the battlefield just stand there and wait for you to finish your routine?"

The crisp sound of wooden swords clashing together continued incessantly.

Moran was initially a bit inexperienced, and was forced into a frantic state by Yan Shuang several times, but she adapted very quickly. The combat instincts accumulated by countless warriors in Blue Star were rapidly merging with the martial arts of this world, giving rise to new power.

The third move, "Step Cut," is no longer a passive dodge.

Her steps glided like flowing water, each sidestep and each spin precisely hitting the optimal point of force.

The wooden sword was no longer confined to fixed moves; it began to whistle through the air, slashing, chopping, thrusting, and stabbing with ease. Although the strength was still controlled within the range of a "newcomer," the spirituality of its mastery could no longer be concealed.

"Stop." Yan Shuang suddenly parried her knife. "Forget about the moves now."

Moran, slightly out of breath, looked up in confusion.

“Use the feeling your body remembers,” Yan Shuang said, pointing her wooden sword at her heart, “and again.”

This time, Moran's blade finally shed all traces of craftsmanship.

There is no fixed starting stance, no rigid variations, only a way of generating power that has been ingrained in one's bones after thousands of repetitions, and an amazing intuition cultivated in battle.

The sound of the wooden sword cutting through the air suddenly became sharp! Although the power was still restrained, the angle, timing, and fluidity were completely different. Each exchange made her hands go numb, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Yan Shuang's parrying arm paused slightly—for the final strike, Moran, in the instant of exhaustion, used the force of Yan Shuang's parry to spin around, the blade tip narrowly grazing three inches from Yan Shuang's throat.

There was silence.

All the trainees stared in disbelief at the scene.

Moran, who had just learned the moves a little faster than them, almost hurt Teacher Yan Shuang!
Even if Teacher Yan Shuang didn't use her full strength, it was still incredibly amazing.

Yan Shuang sheathed her sword with admiration: "Not bad, you've grasped the essence. Now, could you go and instruct the other students? We'll practice with you one more time before get out of class ends."

Moran nodded emphatically.

She not only felt the benefits of sparring with Teacher Yan Shuang, but also became interested in the martial arts of this world, and wished she could do it a few more times!

Moran possesses memories of the Blue Star civilization and has a decent combat awareness. He is familiar with many weapons, but due to the low physical fitness of Blue Star humans and the absence of magic, the final power he displays is not very impressive.

This swordsmanship may not be as powerful as magic right now, but if combined with a strong physique and a powerful weapon, it might just be able to unleash the effects of powerful magic.

Moran decided to learn the martial arts and body-forging knowledge of this world so that he could become stronger and develop some new cards.

In order to receive further guidance from Teacher Yan Shuang, Mo Lan diligently helped the other students correct their moves.

When she transitioned from a practitioner to an observer and instructor, she found herself having to break free from physical inertia and examine each move with both her eyes and mind. She also realized that her ability to learn moves quickly and accurately was simply due to her good memory, strong body control, and imitation skills; she didn't really understand the true principles behind the movements.

In order to better correct her classmates' movements and explain the correct techniques, she had to break down the moves she had already mastered in more detail, figuring out exactly how to generate power and what kind of breathing to use.

This process forced her to refine her vague feelings into clear language and executable instructions, and her understanding of "Nine Forms of Breaking the Edge" was thus honed to be more profound and solid.

Gradually, Moran stopped merely imitating and began to understand.

She could predict that a certain classmate would stumble during the next transition because she had seen through the unsteady movement of his feet; she could also tell at a glance that another classmate's moves were sharp but threatening because his strength was scattered and not concentrated at one point.

This kind of insightful improvement is far more valuable than mastering a single skill or two.

As the physical training class was about to end, Moran sparred with Teacher Yan Shuang again.

"This time it's my turn to attack, you defend!"

Yan Shuang also used the "Nine Forms of Breaking the Edge". When she held the wooden sword and attacked with the same starting move "thrust", Moran no longer saw a blurry and indistinguishable sword shadow.

She clearly captured the instantaneous tension in the teacher's shoulder muscles, the subtle adjustment of the wrist angle, and even the trajectory of the dust underfoot being slightly stirred up by the force of the energy.

That swift, lightning-fast thrust, under her honed insight, seemed to be broken down into several coherent yet clear fragments.

Then, at the most crucial moment, Moran raised his knife to parry.

She did not use brute force to resist, but at the moment the two swords made contact, she subtly twisted and sank her wrist, cleverly deflecting the sharpness of the thrust.

At the same time, the footwork, combined with a slight lateral shift of the body, smoothly dissipates the residual force transmitted into the ground.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clash rang out. Yan Shuang's wooden sword was steadily deflected and slid to one side.

It worked!
With Teacher Yan Shuang deliberately suppressing some of her own power, Moran perfectly executed "Counterattack" with precise timing and angle.

Once there's a first time, there's a second. Yan Shuang's attacks became increasingly fierce and her angles increasingly tricky, but Moran's speed of adaptation and learning was astonishing.

She was like an extremely dry sponge, frantically absorbing every precious drop of nourishment from real combat.

At first, he was somewhat lucky and clumsy, but gradually he was able to exchange several moves with Yan Shuang.

The sidelines were completely silent.

The other students had stopped practicing and were staring in disbelief at the match in the arena.

They watched as Moran transformed from a beginner who needed Yan Shuang to deliberately slow down her attacks, at a speed visible to the naked eye. She actually managed to stand firm under Yan Shuang's suffocating attacks and even occasionally managed to launch some beautiful counterattacks.

This is no longer just learning; it's practically a performance, a performance about how talent and comprehension can crush conventional wisdom!

Finally, Yan Shuang feinted an attack, then abruptly withdrew her sword and retreated, ending the sparring session.