"Old man, what you did just now … was a 44 beat!"
Hearing Huai Shi's voice, Elder Luo's expression became more and more strange. He wondered if he had broken this guy's skull. But then, he saw Huai Shi get up excitedly. The knife and axe appeared in his hands as he explained to Elder Luo.
"Look, it's 44 beats —"
The axe chopped down, making a loud sound.
"Strong!"
The sacrificial knife swung horizontally. "Weak!"
Then, the Spear of Compassion stabbed forward. "Second strong!"
Finally, the sacrificial knife's attack ended.
"Weak!"
Strong, weak, second strong, weak, or slightly changed.
But no matter what, it was a perfect 44 beats.
"What's that?" Elder Luo was completely confused.
"In music, time can be divided into basic units. Each unit is called a 'beat', and the time value of a beat is represented by the time value of a note …"
Huai Shi was so excited that she danced around as she explained, "The time value of a beat can be a quarter note, which means that a quarter note is a beat, a half note is a beat, or an eighth note is also fine …"
Elder Luo felt like a herd of cows was flying in front of him. He couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. He frowned unhappily. "Don't play with those fancy words!"
He swung his mace and closed in on Huai Shi step by step.
In an instant, Huai Shi retreated again. He looked more and more surprised. "Strong, weak … This is 24 beats. Wait, I understand! Let me think about it, think about it! "
He seemed to have understood something, but Elder Luo couldn't understand what it was. He felt that he was excited as if he had finally gotten the answer after being puzzled for a long time. He was so happy that he was almost flying.
Huai Shi muttered notes and terms that no one could understand as he spun around in the inner field. In the end, he even snapped his fingers enthusiastically.
"Strong, weak, weak, strong … Strong, weak, weak, weak; Second strong, weak, weak, weak … Strong, strong, strong, strong …"
In the end, he suddenly turned around and smiled confidently.
"I understand. Changes, right?"
In his hands, the saber and axe swung freely. That low sound constantly changed, combining into a completely different melody. Sometimes it was strong, sometimes it was weak, sometimes it was fast, sometimes it was slow.
At this moment, he was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself.
He had finally extricated himself from the misconceptions he had all along and returned to the right path. The satisfaction it brought was simply indescribable.
The so-called changes were not passive or active adaptations, but the embodiment of the rhythm of the struggle.
The moment of the duel was stretched infinitely, divided into countless time periods, and filled in with different rhythms as he pleased. In the end, he guided the silent melody to reach the climax …
This was no different from performing!
In his imagination, a steel pendulum was rapidly swinging, producing a rhythmic sound that constantly changed with his movements.
Damn, why did we drag this out for so many days when a metronome could have solved the problem?
Even those who didn't understand music had probably seen that thing before. It was a counterweight connected to a vertical steel pendulum. Once it was started, it would swing to both sides rhythmically.
Any beginner would love this kind of tool. It would help them quickly grasp the changes in the rhythm.
At this moment, the appearance of this concept, to Huai Shi, who was so confused that he couldn't find any clues, was like a ray of light in a sea of bitterness. It allowed him to finally find a direction and understand the theory that Elder Luo had violently instilled in him.
He was enlightened.
Amidst his joy, he finally welcomed the legendary epiphany.
"Isn't this the rhythm?"
Huai Shi shook his head and sighed. "You should have said so earlier. I'm the best at setting the rhythm!"
As he spoke, he turned around and stared at the old man not too far away. Out of nowhere, he asked, "Speaking of which, old man, do you like rock and roll?"
"Hm?" Elder Luo didn't understand.
"Look, I'll demonstrate for you — — Da, da, da, da … …"
Huai Shi muttered softly. The tip of his foot tapped the ground lightly, as if he were beating the surface of a drum.
A clear, crisp sound emanated from beneath his feet, wrapping around everyone's ears as Origin Substance began to ripple through the air.
As the youth spread out his arms, even the blade began to tremble slightly under the youth's low muttering, "I am the hadow, and the moke in you reyes … …"
I am the shadow, and also the smoke in your eyes.
As such, the sound of an electric guitar suddenly began to ring out in his mind.
Huai Shi slowly raised his head. Accompanied by a soundless cry, he softly muttered, "I am the ghost that is in the light!"
— — I am a ghost in the dark night!
In that instant, the light of a mountain ghost lit up in the youth's eyes. He walked forward step by step.
The saber and axe suddenly vibrated. It was obviously silent, but in a trance, it was as if a thunderous melody had burst forth. A whistling sound burst forth from the blade of the axe, whistling towards the old man who was already close at hand!
The hoarse chanting began to echo in everyone's ears.
“Boom-Lay！ Boom-Lay！ BOOM!”
The blade of the axe fell and was blocked. However, this time, Huai Shi's movements were extremely fast. He raised his hand and slapped 68 times — — strong, weak, weak; next strong, weak, weak!
As the blade of the axe suddenly disappeared from his hand, the sacrificial knife appeared and swept towards Elder Luo's neck. When the spiked club was raised, the blade of the sacrificial knife mysteriously disappeared and turned into the blade of the axe to block the attack. Meanwhile, the sacrificial knife shot out from Huai Shi's left hand and pierced towards Elder Luo's heart.
“Boom-Lay！ Boom-Lay！ BOOM!”
Bang!
Elder Luo's movements paused for a moment. He didn't suppress Huai Shi like he usually did. Instead, he was suppressed by Huai Shi's rhythm.
Just as he took a step back and was about to charge up his strength and launch a fierce attack, he saw a spear appear in Huai Shi's hand at an unknown time. It whistled through the air and pierced towards Elder Luo's neck.
The spear collided with the steel, followed by a cold light from the dagger.
The sharp sound intertwined and blended into the rhythm. As Huai Shi hummed, it turned into a real melody. This was the "Diamond Yes" played by the steel!
The power of rock and roll!
As Huai Shi hummed hoarsely, his movements became faster and faster. The thunder in the void seemed to be integrated into the blade of the axe, bursting out with his slashing and piercing.
His strength soared!
At that moment, Elder Luo's movements paused without warning. He instantly seized the gap in Huai Shi's rhythm and attacked.
The attack missed.
Missed?
Elder Luo was stunned.
Immediately, he felt the rhythm change again …
That's right, the DJ changed the song.
The impassioned rock and roll turned into a low rumbling sound of the piano. Huai Shi fell from the air and twisted his waist. The sacrificial knife swept towards Elder Luo's neck from his hand.
"Today, I'll show you the Bach knife technique that comes with my level 12 cello!"
The originally slow rhythm quickly accelerated. In Huai Shi's imagination, the height of the counterweight on the metronome kept decreasing. The beat value changed and instantly soared to 208.
208 beats per minute!
This was a stormy unaccompanied cello suite!
Unless one could read Huai Shi's mind and read the music score in his heart, no one could predict how his rhythm would change and whether the next attack would be as fast as thunder or insidious and tricky.
Even if there was still no way to win, at least there was a back and forth.
This time, he finally didn't have to sullenly take a beating!
38 beats, 14 beats, double beats, single beats …
Huai Shi was so excited that he began to crazily change the song!
After a short improvisation, the melody quickly became strange and impassioned. In his hand, the Spear of Compassion was like a venomous snake. It drew an arc in the air and pierced towards Elder Luo's throat.
"Eat my Paganini Puncture!"
Hell changed!
In the intense changes of Capriccio, the sinister style changed again and became majestic. The spear suddenly dissipated under the beating of the mace.
Instead, Huai Shi had been accumulating power for a long time and suddenly launched a counterattack.
"— — Haydn's Axe!"
In just a few minutes, from Bach to Beethoven, then to Haydn, Brahms, and Schumann … he almost ruined all the classical musicians.
He felt refreshed!
Just as the impassioned melody climbed to the peak with the intense rhythm, new changes appeared on the title page of the Book of Destiny in Huai Shi's consciousness.
The Theravada Tantric Dual Blade Technique, Roman Dagger Combat, Old Judgement House's Sword Technique, and other skills that had been forcefully flattened by Elder Luo and could be said to have been abolished completely disappeared.
What replaced it was a line of faint gray words that quickly emerged from nothingness. It condensed and formed in an instant … as if it was pulled by the highest level of the legendary cello performance, it soared crazily.
[Sword Technique – Performance]
— — Level 10!
Huai Shi was stunned at first, then he was immediately ecstatic.
The skills that he comprehended were recognized by the Book of Destiny, and they were upgraded to such a terrifying level in an instant …
In addition to the various combat skills that turned into experience points, the biggest reason was that he had broken through to Level 12 cello performance.
Even if it seemed to be in opposite directions.
But the essence of the two was exactly the same. They were both performances, but the tools used were different.
With the foundation broken, Huai Shi's skills finally ushered in a new qualitative change in the hellish ravage.
But this ecstasy didn't last long. Then he felt the old man's shadow suddenly enlarged. In a flash, he broke through the encirclement and was close at hand.
Danger!
Huai Shi subconsciously defended.
Then, he saw the old man's mouth full of yellow teeth, and his voice was like thunder.
It was the Lion's Roar!
"— — I eat meat every day, but I don't get fat. My body is great!!!"
In the old man's roaring singing, the rough folk song from Nanzhao rushed into the cello melody violently, stirring all the rhythm into a mess.
It disrupted Huai Shi's rhythm and messed up the movements of his hands.
A flaw!
Huai Shi suddenly shook, flew backward, and smashed into the wall.
"No way?"
The young man raised his head sluggishly and spat out a mouthful of old blood. "You can do this?"
— — My new move is still hot. How can it be defeated in the hands of Nanzhao's folk song!
Sure enough, the old saying doesn't lie: Classic is not as good as rock, and rock is not as popular. Even if it's popular, there's an invincible opponent … Even if it's a brainwashing song, once it's mixed with Nanzhao's folk song, it's over!
No matter how strong the love is, it can't be compared to the explosive coquettishness of the old driver.
Huai Shi, in the midst of shock and regret, was utterly defeated!
As Huai Shi lost the ability to respond, Elder Luo didn't chase after him this time. Instead, he stood in place and seemed to be bored as he threw the already bent and broken mace to the side.
After falling to the ground, the twisted mace completely fell apart.
He had completed his mission.
"Although it's still a bit rough, you've passed this level."
He patted the dust on his hands, shook his head and said, "Also, if you like to sing, put on your own headphones and play it yourself. Don't stupidly hum it out for others to hear … Come early tomorrow. Time is a bit tight. I'll finish the class before the rookie competition."
Huai Shi was stunned.
First, it was inconceivable. He couldn't believe that he had passed this level. Then, he was confused. Were there any more classes?
The basics of bare-handed combat, the structure and posture of weapons, the grasp of timing, and the change of rhythm.
These basic classes could be said to have been finished.
According to the muscular old man's style of rudely kicking people through the door and sending the rest to self-study, was there anything else to be taught?
"You're the kind of guy who doesn't have any growth potential."
Elder Luo sat on the chair and looked at his stunned face, "It should be said that you don't really love the things I teach.
After all, these things are not your goal, right? "
It wasn't a harsh reprimand, and he didn't expect better from him.
As early as the first day Huai Shi came here, he understood that this guy didn't treat the things here as a lifelong pursuit from the bottom of his heart.
There were many kinds of love in this world, and there were also different degrees of love.
Huai Shi's love for fighting skills was at best stronger than the love for playing games. Strictly speaking, it was just a part of his job.
While conscientiously fulfilling his duty, he chose to strive for perfection.
But what did it matter?
In the final analysis, wasn't what he taught the skills of killing people? He couldn't create peace. He just needed to use weapons on the ground.
Compared with real power, it was insignificant.
It wasn't worth mentioning.
There were countless things in this world that were more meaningful than these. They could make the world better and gain more respect from people.
Even the future of cooking barbecued pork was much brighter than this.
A righteous person should scoff at this.
They should treat it in this way of learning and using for the time being.
If they used it as a means, they had to be prepared that they couldn't become the strongest in their lifetime. However, if they only used it as a means, they had more choices than killing people in their lifetime.
In the silence, Elder Luo quietly gazed at the surroundings of the training ground. The collection of weapons that covered almost all the fighting methods in the world.
Whether it was swords, spears, swords, halberds, claw hooks, fist blades, from the increasingly rare axes to the Marquawett that was only popular among some American warriors … there was almost everything.
Countless iron and stone gathered together, forming a terrifying scale that was almost impossible for ordinary people to learn in their lifetime.
"Didn't you say that you want to do whatever you want?"
He slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Huai Shi in front of him.
"In that case, the more means, the better, right?"
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