267: Chapter 264 A Thousand Days of Spear Training, Ten Thousand Days of Sword Training

"However, if I want to compare my current sword skills with true masters of the sword, I am still far behind; I am nowhere near the level required to contend with experts."

"Furthermore, when using the sword, I still have the habit of following set patterns, and my method of exerting force is prone to gaps. It is only because Master Wan held back while unarmed."

"Otherwise, if he used a weapon, such as a long spear, I would undoubtedly be defeated."

Li Changsheng possessed this level of self-awareness. As for whether Master Wan knew spear techniques, there was no need to consider it; he certainly did.

Within the Northern Leg, it was not difficult to see traces of spear techniques integrated into it. With Wan Qianhe's attainments in leg skills, it would be impossible for him not to know a profound spear technique.

Moreover, he came from a renowned school; having taught him fisticuffs, it was impossible that they would not have taught him weapons.

True martial arts families are well-versed in fisticuffs, staffs, sabers, and swords. Even those with less profound Legacies would, more or less, have supporting saber, sword, or spear techniques.

This can be seen from the fact that many well-known Boxing styles have corresponding weapon forms.

"To master sword techniques requires far more effort than the spear!"

Reflecting on his own sword techniques earlier and comparing them with those of Master Huo Yude, he realized his sword skills were still somewhat inferior to Master Huo Yude's.

However, Li Changsheng's sword speed and the techniques he used were truly rare, which allowed him to catch Wan Qianhe off guard.

"No wonder people say it takes a hundred days to master the saber, a thousand days to master the spear, and ten thousand days to master the sword. The sword is indeed the hardest to master."

Li Changsheng shook his head. He would not waste too much time on sword techniques now; after all, in terms of actual combat, the spear was more lethal than the sword.

In terms of portability, it was not as good as his hidden weapon techniques. Today was just a whim.

"Master Wan, shall I help you over there to sit for a while?" Li Changsheng asked, looking at Wan Qianhe.

"No need, I'll just rest for a moment. Master Li, you are not being honest. You said you didn't know sword techniques, but this sword technique is probably on par with Master Huo Yude's, right?"

Master Wan lowered his voice, mainly for fear of being overheard by Master Huo Yude and causing him displeasure.

"Master Wan, I this... sigh."

Li Changsheng felt helpless. He hadn't expected to perform so well on his first attempt, as if he had practiced the sword countless times before.

It was all the System's fault.

"Then take care, Master Wan."

Seeing this, Li Changsheng slowly let go of Wan Qianhe.

Wan Qianhe waved his hand, his hands clasped behind his back, and strolled leisurely toward the outside of the crowd.

"Is it over?"

Seeing Wan Qianhe pushing through the crowd to leave, everyone turned around. They hadn't seen the specific flow of the fight, as they had turned away according to the rules of the Jianghu.

"Master Li, Master Wan, would you care to tell us who won and who lost?"

Someone asked. But immediately, someone else scolded: "Do you not understand the rules? Is this something you can ask?"

"However, to be fair, looking at the situation, both Masters look perfectly normal. This situation is either a draw, or either Master Wan or Master Li has a slight edge."

"Hmm, that analysis makes sense. It seems that even if there is a gap between the two, it is only a slight one. I didn't expect that after so long, such a fierce man would appear among our Xia Kingdom Martial Masters again."

"Doesn't this mean that in the next tournament, our Xia Kingdom side can move up several places?"

"It's hard to say. After all, every tournament is a competition of how many times one can hold the ring. In terms of stamina, our Xia Kingdom Martial Masters cannot compare to those professional Boxers."

"That is true. Sigh, I don't know if this Master Li, who looks young, is a weakling."

The crowd discussed among themselves, and at this moment, some old Martial Masters who understood etiquette stepped forward to cup their hands and greet Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng responded to each of them one by one. Everyone was in the martial arts circle. Although the people who came here did not have very pure motives and perhaps had lost the original innocence and passion for martial arts, getting to know more people was helpful for Li Changsheng to complete his Southern Fist mission.

Meanwhile, Wan Qianhe took his dedicated consultant to the medical room.

"Master Wan, you are in such a hurry, are you injured? But..."

Wan Qianhe's dedicated consultant was also a Xia descendant with M nationality, a middle-aged man around forty years old. He looked like he had experience as a professional Boxer. He pushed up his glasses, his face showing some suspicion.

It was really because the Wan Qianhe before him looked perfectly normal, and he didn't seem to have been injured in the fight just now.

"I sprained my waist. Hiss~ My old waist~"

At this moment, the two arrived at the elevator. Wan Qianhe no longer hid it, his face twisted as he continuously gasped in pain.

Because he was no longer controlling the opening and closing of his pores, bean-sized sweat beads quickly appeared on Wan Qianhe's forehead, as if he had just had a sauna in a very short time.

In just about a minute, Wan Qianhe was soaked in sweat from head to toe. A quick wipe revealed that the sweat beads were all cold; this was clearly cold sweat from the pain.

"Master Wan, is it that serious? I... I will contact the company's Massage team for you right away. Um... would you like cupping or Acupuncture? Forget it, I'll arrange that for you too!"

The consultant, Chen Donglai, hurriedly took out his dedicated contact phone and made a call.

He knew very well what kind of medical services Wan Qianhe liked, and the medical services here were all top-tier in the world for various medical fields.

Wan Qianhe always liked Traditional Chinese Medicine therapy services, and he was very familiar with this.

Wan Qianhe looked helpless, slumped in the elevator, continuously gasping in pain.

"One must admit one is getting old. Why am I pushing my body so hard and fighting with young people?"

Wan Qianhe's face looked somewhat desolate. For a martial arts fanatic who loved to spar with others all year round, this was a huge blow.

Although there was the reason of fighting unarmed against a weapon, for a proud man like him, defeat was defeat.

"Next time I fight this young man, I have to play a bit dirtier. If I keep playing the 'Senior instructing Junior' routine, I will play myself into trouble!"

Recalling the previous duel, Wan Qianhe felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten excrement.

It was one thing that this young man's fisticuffs were like an old slickster's, but his sword technique was also bullying an old man, poking, stabbing, and prodding him to death, making him feel completely uncomfortable all over.

He felt that if things continued like this next time, his 1982 model old waist would have to retire prematurely in an instant.

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the main gate of this Genentech research branch, three military pickup trucks drove in again.

Unlike when Durant and his group needed to undergo inspection to enter, this time the security team clearly recognized the vehicles, and the electronic gate opened directly.

Looking at the large, heavily armed, and guarded building outside the window, the group in the car swallowed nervously.

At this moment, several white and Middle Eastern faces were sitting in the second car, their expressions somewhat uneasy.

Their clothes were clearly not changed in time because of the sudden incident; they were a bit rancid, tattered, and dirty, looking like beggars.

However, looking closely, one could find that the clothes they were wearing originally should have also belonged to the military attire of some security team.