This aura is deadly

The venue is very large. After all, it occupies an entire floor of a large department store. It is estimated to be enough to accommodate dozens of people practicing wielding giant swords with both hands at the same time. In the training venue, more than a dozen members are sparring with swords. Since they are all using safety swords, So there is no sound of "ping ping ping pong".

Chen Ke also noticed that both men and women who practice HEMA have very strong upper arms. Maybe they need strong arms to wield large swords.

Although Chen Ke is also very strong, his muscles are not thick enough.

Judging from Chen Ke's current killing skills, his position in the killer team should be penetration raids and mid-range precision shooting containment, which requires agility and quickness.

So pure strength is not Chen Ke's strong point.

However, when it comes to fighting monsters with cold weapons, strength is very important.

The golden sacred two-handed sword in his hand could only be barely lifted because of his lack of arm strength, not to mention swinging it freely.

Faralis could use that sword with one hand, something Chen Ke couldn't even imagine.

Chen Ke guessed that the "strength" required for the holy object does not just refer to muscle strength. Faralis's arm strength may not be as good as Chen Ke's, but she obviously has some kind of "power"

"HEMA was a killing technique used by the military in ancient times. Even in modern times, it is very lethal. So before you learn HEMA, I want to warn you that this is not a skill used to provoke trouble. It represents a A hobby, a pure spirit," Bridge said.

"I searched on Google and it said that HEMA has been lost for a long time. The current technology was restored by later generations based on documents and patterns. Sports?" Chen Ke asked.

"I know what the Internet says, but forget that. To all the apprentices in this venue, I mean all, give them a sword and you will know what HEMA really means." Bridget was a little proud. said.

"HEMA or Meyer swordsmanship...which one is more powerful?" Chen Ke asked, holding his chest.

"It mainly depends on the person who practices. HEMA has many techniques, as does Meyer swordsmanship, but they are opposite swordsmanship. Which one you want to learn is up to you." Bridge said.

"What's the difference?" Chen Ke wondered.

"HEMA is a series of techniques commonly used by medieval swordsmen, and Meyer swordsmanship is a counter-sword technique developed specifically for HEMA. Of course, no matter which sword technique you learn, you have to start with the most basic parts. And gradually master the master blow!" Bridget's tone was a little excited.

"Master's attack?" Chen Ke's eyes lit up. Could it be some kind of Wang Batian's move?

"Yes, commonly known as one-hit kill. HEMA is a killing technique that requires simple movements and can quickly defeat the enemy. So although he has countless gorgeous and beautiful moves, you must always maintain one-hit kill during the battle. The enemy's thoughts, come and take a look at this." Bridge said, leading Chen Ke to the edge of a training ground.

It was a woman wearing protective gear. Her long, slightly curly chestnut hair was half exposed from the lower edge of her head protective gear. She was very skilled. She danced with swords with both hands very smoothly. She switched postures very smoothly. Every time she slashed, she struck. Accompanied by a terrifying sound of breaking through the air.

At this time, she was sparring with another male student. The other man tried to find flaws in her, but she was able to resolve them one by one by switching to various defensive postures.

The two men's offense and defense were relaxed and orderly, with no swords flying up and down. Instead, they observed each other, attacked suddenly, and if they didn't succeed, they took a step back to create distance, and continued to deal with each other.

This was completely different from what Chen Ke had imagined. He originally thought that HEMA's battle was a high-speed spinning sword dance. Of course, it felt pretty good now. The woman's offensive moves were extremely explosive and matched with her figure. It’s even more eye-catching.

He had no doubts about the lethality and killing efficiency of these moves. If he replaced it with an iron sword, the woman's instant high-speed approach and slash would definitely cut off the man's head and make him scream RUA.

Chen Ke watched the two men's sparring and found that the two men's attack movements were not wide open and wide, and they rarely used stabbing movements with huge flaws.

Even if it is a slash, it is only a half-cut, that is, the sword is not completely swung towards the ground, but the tip of the sword is always facing the opponent's face and upper body, causing continuous oppression.

The benefits of this are self-evident. The sword is always under control, and the retraction will be very fast. Even a two-handed long sword can have good flexibility and speed.

Thinking of this, another line of small words popped up in the corner of my eyes:

"Beginner Meyer Swordsmanship: 35%"

The correct idea will greatly increase the learning effect, and Chen Ke is on the right path.

And since the life countdown has added "Meyer Swordsmanship" to Chen Ke's skill list by default, then it must be that it is indeed a deadly killing technique.

"Look out, it's coming soon." Bridge reminded standing aside.

On the training platform, the man slowly gained the upper hand. His sword moves were very fast, and the sword flowers flew close to his body. Chen Ke couldn't even see the movement of his wrist clearly.

"He's going to win." Chen Ke commented.

"Keep watching." Bridget smiled.

The man got more and more excited as he fought, constantly switching stances and spinning his sword at high speed to suppress the woman.

But even Chen Ke could see that although the woman was on the defensive, she was more calm than the man. On the contrary, the man who was attacking seemed a little impatient.

When the man was about to turn around and deliver a heavy blow, the woman suddenly took a step forward, made a rooftop stance, and hit the man on the head!

"Duang!"

Halfway through the man's turn, he was hit hard on the right side of his head. He stumbled backwards and was cut down to the ground, and his sword fell far away.

Chen Ke couldn't help but applaud.

"That's the master blow!" Bridget laughed.

"Ah!! Fake...oh..." The man wailed on the ground, took off his head protection, held his head and rubbed it.

"You have too many fancy moves, Pan. If you were on the battlefield, you would have died long ago." The woman said without mercy. As she spoke, she also took off her head protection and shook her long, slightly curly chestnut hair. .

"You're right Diana, you really should have been born in the Middle Ages. Maybe you could defeat Joan of Arc." The man smiled.

The woman stretched out her hand to pull the man up from the ground and continued the second round of sparring.

This woman left a deep impression on Chen Ke.

"This is HEMA, you should understand, right? So, do you want to join us?" Bridge spread his hands and asked.

"Let's start our first lesson." Chen Ke smiled.

The cost of HEMA Club is not as high as Chen Ke imagined. For a monthly membership fee of 100 Lian coins, you can practice sparring with members and be guided by professional coaches.

Brigitte brought Chen Ke to the front desk to register as a member. The blonde girl in charge of related business was all smiles, her fingers were flying on the keyboard, and she quickly entered Chen Ke's name.