Outlander's Journey

Chapter 310 Test

After knocking on the door, room 202 was silent.

Tifa stood awkwardly in front of the door and waited quietly, holding his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and unconsciously twisting his fingers together.

After about half a minute, the door of the room suddenly opened.

Heather is wearing a dark blue jacket and sweatpants, and the shoes are cheap brand sneakers for easy mobility. He was full of black hair and messy, and the eyes behind his glasses were half drooping. After opening the door, he glanced at Tifa: “I remember what I said yesterday was [6 AM].”

Tifa uttered an ‘ah’, and then bowed embarrassedly and apologized: “Yes, I’m sorry, I’m here early. I’m bothering you, brother…”

“Forget it, do it early this time. Remember to be punctual next time.”

Heather picked up a cowhide account book on the table at the door and placed it in the inner Kabuto of the jacket, and then waved his hand. Tifa quickly stepped aside two steps to make room when he saw it. The former walked out of room 202 smoothly. Locked the door: “Come with me.”

Tifa followed Heather and walked down the stairs along the narrow second-floor corridor of Tianwangzhuang. When stepping on the metal ladder, Tifa deliberately put his footsteps lightly, for fear that Granny Mare might have a rest. Then she was surprised to find that Brother Heather was walking in a very normal posture, but did not make any noise from the rusty metal steps, like a cat walking lightly.

[It’s like a ghost]… Tifa thought for no reason what Granny Mare had said to her brother last night.

At the same time, Tifa secretly wondered whether the brother had deliberately eased his footsteps because he took care of Granny Mare’s rest. Obviously know how to take care of others, why do you have to put on a cold posture?

The two of them walked in tandem along the slum streets of Qifan Street in the bright light towards the outer wall of Midgar. Heather just walked forward silently and not fast or slow, which happened to be Tifa’s speed between fast walking and trotting.

Heather didn’t speak, and Tifa didn’t know how to talk, and after recovering from a serious illness, she had to run all the way to talk to Shanghaise. It was inevitable that she was a little panting, and naturally she couldn’t even bother to talk.

The closer to the outer wall, the scarcer the residential facilities. There are piles of construction waste, broken tires, rusty steel bars and huge pipes discarded from the upper city. The barbed wire used for isolation has long been rusted. It is not so much an isolation function as a symbolic division of the area.

The two quickly walked through the empty waste area and came to a barren clearing. This place is very close to the almost infinite towering outer wall, and even through the gap between the edges of the huge steel disc above you can see some of the color that the sky should have.

Heather looked around, and the dimly lit open space seemed a little too quiet, with gravel and stone piles everywhere, and broken metal passages in the distance.

He nodded and turned to look at Tifa: “That’s it. Give you ten seconds to adjust your breathing, and then use every means to attack me.”

“Ah…Ah?” Tifa, who was breathing heavily with his hands on his waist, looked at Heather in surprise, not even wiping the sweat on his forehead: “Brother, what are you talking about?”

“You have 7 seconds left.”

Heather just looked at Tifa with his hands down like this. Although he didn’t put up a posture, Tifa could feel the steadily rising momentum from his brother.

Brother is serious!

Tifa clenched fists with both hands and opened the posture of praising Ganliu martial arts, waiting in full battle. Brother is called by the master as a super genius who hasn’t seen it in decades. He is just a novice who has learned Zanganliu fighting skills for more than a year and must concentrate all his energy.

3 seconds!

Tifa secretly encouraged himself, no problem, didn’t he also kill the monsters in Moshang Mountain? Tifa, you can do it.

2 seconds!

With her slender and pale little fist clenched tightly, Tifa didn’t want her seniors to feel that she was not worth being taught. She wanted to show her seniors’ potential in Zankanliu fighting skills.

1 second!

Heather hooked his finger at Tifa.

drink!

Tifa’s feet suddenly exerted strength, and the whole person rushed towards Heather. Her left fist changed, and Palm Heel Strike knocked to the position of Heather’s chin, and Heather easily avoided it. The girl’s long-charged right fist blasted out, and was blocked by Heather with one hand.

The two attacked and defended, and the collision of fists and feet continued to be heard in the open space.

Heather did not treat Tifa with a sloppy attitude, but took a defensive posture very seriously, constantly ditching or evading Tifa’s offensive.

The girl uses all the skills she has learned, and uses her own style of fighting skills to constantly attack Heather. Master Zangan said that the Zanganliu fighting skills of each of his disciples will be integrated into their own style. This is exactly the spirit of Zanganliu.

Compared to Master’s heavy, powerful and thunderous attack, Tifa prefers a smooth offensive. Even though Zangan’s fighting skills do not have the skills of moving and attacking in the strict sense, Tifa’s fists and feet are very flexible, and the girl’s body also shows unusual flexibility. She can always move quickly. In the process, he attacked with an unbelievable angle and posture.

If it is an ordinary person as the opponent, maybe facing this fifteen-year-old girl will be a little messy, right?

The attack and defense between the two lasted for about 5 minutes. Seeing that Tifa’s speed and punching force were visible to the naked eye, Heather squeezed Tifa’s kick from the side, pushing forward and sending. He staggered and fell to the ground.

“Okay, stop here.”

Heather didn’t help Tifa, but took out the cowhide account book with a pen in Kabuto from his jacket, opened it and wrote something on it.

Tifa sat on the ground for a while and then slowly got up. It was amazing to say that since the fire, his mood has been like a rainy night and it is difficult to dissolve, but after just five minutes of hearty Attacking as much as possible, his mood seemed to become a little more comfortable.

I lost my hometown, my family, and suddenly came to Midgar. I don’t even know how to make money for the next meal, and where is the way forward… But at least, I still have hands, feet, and learning. From the master’s ability. As long as you work hard, there must be a way.

“As long as you learn it by yourself, no one can take it away.”

Heather, who bowed his head and wrote on the account book, suddenly uttered such a sentence without thinking, then stopped writing and looked up at Tifa:

“You have practiced very well, and you have incorporated your own characteristics on the basis of Zanganliu.”

Suddenly he was praised by his senior, and Tifa’s pretty face turned red: “It’s because the master taught me well.”

“Zangan has always liked free-range teaching. To put it bluntly, it means to allow his disciples to grow up freely, so don’t put gold on his face.”

Heather clearly understands Zangan’s style: “This is Midgar, and Xiacheng is a mixed bag. Everything can happen. So you need to become stronger. Remember, what you have learned can’t be taken away by anyone. .”

With that said, he handed the cowhide hand ledger to Tifa, who took it with both hands and found that Heather had written on the hand ledger as a detailed analysis of his fighting style.

Heather pointed to the handwriting on the paper and said: “You are not strong enough but fast, and you need targeted exercise. Strengthen your strength and stamina on the basis of ensuring speed, otherwise you will be unable to cope with a multi-person fight. For the next three months, come to me at 6 o’clock every morning, and I will make an exercise plan to restore your physical strength to the level before the injury as soon as possible, and then start the practice of praising the fighting technique.”

Although Heather’s tone was harsh, Tifa could feel the concern from his brother. She nodded heavily: “Please, brother.”

“Don’t use’you’, am I that old?”

Heather looked around: “It’s very secluded and suitable for spiritual practice. I will come here in the future. Now, the next stop.”

“Huh?” Tifa thought he would start practicing today.

Heather glanced at her: “Oh what, you need to find a job, otherwise you can’t afford to live even if Mare cuts your rent by half.”

Tifa then remembered that his assets were less than 500 GIL, and he couldn’t even afford this month’s rent.

“But before looking for a job…”

Heather pointed to the direction of Qifanjie Station:

“Go to breakfast first.”