Chapter 103
“You mean the rush.”
“There are not many things I can tell you.”
It was Chen Qi and Zhuge Liang who said this. I glanced at Qi Shengzhi, a master of the K’un-Lun, and then at Guang Shuang, another master of the Wu Nai Fifty.
As he had said, there was not much that Zhuge Liang could impart to me. Especially one who wields a sword.
“Listen,” he said, ”as someone who has lived a little longer, I’d like to discuss the concept of sudden death.”
“Rush, rush, rush.
“I can feel the uneasiness in your eyes.”
Hmmm.
I wonder if he’s reading the heavens for nothing.
“You’re dealing with a spirit, not a human, so if you think you’re dealing with a flesh-and-blood human, you’ll lose a hundred to one.”
I nodded in agreement.
“You do realize that there are parts of every living thing that cannot be trained, no matter how hard you try.”
“Yes.”
Aldamada, of course.
She’s been holding a sword for decades. It had been decades since he’d taken on someone with the intent to kill.
A rush was, quite literally, a fatal flaw, a weakness.
“Recite it.”
“The forehead, eyes, temples, brow, back of the head, nasal cavity, armpits, muzzle, groin, and anus.”
“Being human, being made of frail flesh, we are born with so many vital organs. If you think the same way and lunge at a man with the strength of an iron man, you won’t make a dent in the scales.”
“…….”
Whoo!
In the blink of an eye, the butcher’s blade unfurled with a crunch, and I jerked back as it blinded me. No matter how inferior my martial arts were, I didn’t dare to evaluate.
