Douluo's Ultimate Knife

Chapter 4
On the day Tang San went to school, almost every household came to see him off. After a long time, their village finally had another soul master.

And Song Que had already come to the woods to practice swords early, he thought all night to make his swords sharper and faster, and finally summed up two sets of training plans.

From now on, the way of practicing knives with trees remains the same, the only thing that needs to be changed is to give up using thick back knives and use wooden knives instead.When he was able to cut trees with a wooden knife, his knife skills would be introduced.

After practicing the wooden knife, I went to the small river next to the woods to swing the knife with a thick back knife, and the resistance of the water increased the speed of the knife.

Song Que chopped off a section of tree with his knife, and roughly carved it into the shape of a knife. The blade was not sharp but rather smooth.

He began to weigh the wooden knife lightly, which made him a little uncomfortable, and he cut it on the tree trunk and the wooden knife snapped.

But he can only carve out a few wooden knives for spare.

He slashed with all his strength again, and the broken knife flew straight out, leaving a not-so-deep crater on the tree trunk.

But this is not the effect Song Que wanted, this small hole was just caused by a brute force collision.

Kakaka.

The sound of wooden knives breaking kept ringing in the woods. At first, the sound was very mysterious, but after one sound, it took a while before the sound of wooden knives breaking could be heard again.

This is Song Que summing up the lesson and thinking about how to swing the knife next time.

It was noon in a blink of an eye, and Song Que's wooden sword training still had no progress, so he took out dried meat to fill his stomach, rest and recover his strength, and prepared for the afternoon sword practice in the river.

This small river is not too deep, and with Song Que's current height of 1.5 meters, the river water can only reach his chest.

However, the pressure of standing in the water of the river also made Song Que uncomfortable.Especially when he swung the knife in the water with the thick back knife, the knife became extremely heavy.

The water flow driven by the sword made him almost unable to stand still, as if he had returned to the days when he first started practicing swords.

When he was exhausted, Song Que walked out of the creek.After adjusting it and swinging the knife on the shore, he found that the speed of the knife had really increased a bit, and his hand was more stable when he drew the knife.

Afterwards, Song Que built a simple wooden house with the trees he cut down during his sword practice today, apparently with the intention of not leaving the forest without his sword skills.

Although the wooden knife training didn't see much effect, it also gave Song Que something to do in the boring night, carving the knife.

Carving with wooden knives is not casual. Wouldn't it be good to use wooden sticks directly like that?Wooden knives also need to carve detailed components, as well as the ratio of the center of gravity of the knife.

Song Que focused on carving little by little with the thick-backed knife in his hand, and the image of a knife with a handle was engraved in his mind, which deepened his understanding of the knife.

A vortex suddenly appeared on the calm river surface, followed by another vortex, and suddenly five more vortexes appeared almost at the same time.Under the influence of these vortices, the slowly flowing river actually reversed for a short time.

boom.

A wall of water rises at the junction of the water flow, and when the wall of water is about to fall, Song Que shoots out from the river, swings his knife at the wall of water, splitting it in two instantly.

Song Que walked up to the river bank, and at first glance his body outline was a bit blurred.This is the fruit of his practice in the forest for more than a month.

From the very beginning, he was unable to stand firmly in the water, but now under the tempering of nature, his physique is no longer what it used to be.Just now, he stimulated the energy and blood, and the muscles of his body vibrated at a high speed, shaking off the water droplets on his body.

The effect of practicing knives in water is very obvious. In addition to the strengthening of his physique, his saber technique has also improved by leaps and bounds. In addition to being faster, he has also touched the realm of being as light as weight.

But if you want to rely on this method to become stronger, it will take time to hone.

Although he was delighted by the results of the sword practice in Hezhong, there was still no progress in the practice of wooden swords, and he once wondered if the method was wrong.But I didn't think of any better way to replace it.

At night, Song Que was still practicing carving for tomorrow's wooden knife. This wooden knife has been carved in his hands more than a thousand times. Although the carving hands are not stopping, his thoughts have diverged.

"Where did the problem occur? Those seniors in the Dao of the Sword have also gone through this step in the book. How did they succeed?"

A lot of sword masters, sword master Fu Hongxue, second sword emperor, heavenly sword and so on flashed through his mind.

"No, their levels are too high for me to reach, and I didn't elaborate on how they did it." Song Que shook his head.

"By the way, I remember that I once watched a Kojima animation. There seemed to be quite a few pirates in it who used knives, but they called them swords. Maybe you can refer to them."

"When the green-haired protagonist was practicing with his master, his master seemed to have said that the purpose of cutting iron, cutting steel, and not cutting is to cultivate his sword heart." Song Que found that he seemed to have found it. The breakthrough, the eyes are bright.

"Jian Xin, what is Jian Xin?" Song Que unearthed its mysteries and was thoroughly immersed in it.

Until the knife in his hand was carved, but this knife was different from his previous carvings. He had been thinking about the words in the anime just now, and the knife in his hand was also carved in the style of the anime. The slender island knife.

Song Que stared blankly at the special knife in his hand, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Haha, I understand, I understand! This knife became like this because what I thought in my mind just now, it changed because I thought. Heart, heart is will. If my will can reach the sky, There is no such thing as my sword in this world."

"My knife needs to carry my will, and what my will points to, I am invincible."

After thinking it through, Song Que jumped up, grabbed the newly carved knife and slashed towards the wooden house.

The wooden knife was still shattered, but Song Que grabbed his long hair and laughed wantonly, like a child who got his favorite toy.

It turned out that although the wooden knife was broken, the marks left on the wooden house were no longer small pits made by brute force, but the appearance of being cut by a sharp weapon.

In fact, Song Que didn't know that his martial soul had also changed quietly.The ordinary Hundred forged sword Wuhun has a little sharpness on it, and the blade is also shiny as if it has been polished, and it is very sharp at a glance.

The next day, Song Que, who was in the direction of Ming Wu, stood facing a big tree with a wooden knife in his hand. Instead of rushing out the knife, he closed his eyes and remained still.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and the sharp breath almost overflowed from his eyes.

"cut"

咔

Song Que yelled the word "cut", but his body didn't seem to move, but only half of the original intact wooden knife was left in his hand.

Another piece of wooden knife was embedded in the trunk, and he cut half of the tree that was almost as thick as a person.

The road has been cleared, and Song Que has to go down step by step for the rest, until the trees are cut, the steel is cut, and there is nothing left.

Song Que looked into the distance, the sharpness in his eyes never restrained, "Tang San, as I said, next time you won't be able to handle my saber."

Tang San, who was studying theoretical knowledge with the master at the Junior Soul Master Academy, suddenly felt a chill, as if someone was holding a knife against his neck from behind.

"What's the matter, little San?" The master asked in a daze when he saw Tang San.

"It's nothing, teacher, maybe I didn't have a good rest last night." Tang San apologized, he just took it as an illusion.

"By the way, Xiao San, you said before that there is a genius in your village, and even you are ashamed of yourself?"

"Yes teacher, I had a competition with him once before, and I was convinced that I lost." Tang San's face was full of seriousness.

The master was afraid that he would leave a shadow because of this, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, Xiaosan, you are just a competition in front of soul masters. I believe that with your efforts and my guidance, you will soon be able to shake him far away."

"Teacher, I will work hard!" Tang San nodded.

(End of this chapter)