Chapter 25 The Power that Belongs Entirely to Me (Please Read On!!!)

"Evening training?"

Looking at the three large black iron plates under Yunchuan's feet, the heavy voice just now still echoed in his ears.

Yahiko looked at Yunchuan with a twitching face, and questioned the so-called training in his mouth: "You call this evening training?"

In front of the French window, Yunchuan turned sideways to the two people, stepped on the mat barefoot, and quietly faced the street outside the window.

And he still held a black short knife in his hand, standing in front of him and posing the starting action of swinging the knife.

Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, hands...

Standard stable open stance, stable abdominal core strength, like standing there like a rock

Even laymen Yahiko and Konan can see the power of the action.

"How do you think I got to this point today?" Facing Yahiko's question, Yunchuan said so calmly.

He took a half step back slightly, breaking the static standing action, holding the short knife in his hand tightly, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and the blood vessels in his arms were slightly protruding.

Buzz! !

The eerie wind was accompanied by a sharp whistle, and the short sword with a blade as clear as autumn water was swung out, drawing several arcs of light in the air.

Flashing sheath·Eight-point charge!

After several high-speed slashes, Yunchuan did not stop at all, and took back the short sword.

Then he repeated the eight-point charge again, exerting all his strength and speed, without any intention of holding back.

"..."

In the few seconds that Yahiko and Konan watched this scene in a daze, Yunchuan had completed more than ten consecutive "Flashing sheath·Eight-point charge".

It was not until he swung and slashed nearly a hundred times that his movements gradually became slow.

Even so, Yunchuan's movements still did not change at all, just like a ruthless slashing machine, silently repeating this terrifying slashing action.

Yahiko could not help but concentrate slightly, staring at Yunchuan's movements, observing and thinking about his slashing angle, strength, and speed...

"One hundred and fifty-one, one hundred and fifty-two, one hundred and fifty-three..." Konan beside him subconsciously counted in his heart.

The two men watched Kumokawa swinging his sword with shining eyes, and they did not interrupt him at the same time.

It seemed that they saw that Kumokawa was not as gentle as usual, and they seemed to be reluctant to interrupt such a movement with great speed and power.

Snap... Snap...

After swinging continuously for the 171st time, Yahiko and the others could hear Kumokawa's breathing becoming deep, and his body was obviously approaching the limit of its strength.

Sweat gradually seeped out of his pores, sliding over his angular figure and falling to the ground. His muscles seemed to have the color of steel, entangled like steel bars to withstand the tearing.

"Two hundred and twenty-three, two hundred and twenty-four..."

Konan, who had already murmured, slightly tightened his cheeks, but he did not swing the 225th time.

Kumokawa's arm holding the sword was trembling slightly, and it was difficult for him to even maintain the movement of raising his hand.

Creak! Creak!

Yahiko gritted his teeth with a sour feeling, as if he could hear the groaning of his arm muscles, and thought to himself: "Is this enough?"

Pushing his body to the limit bit by bit, his so-called evening training is simply self-torture!

This kind of training method...

They were deadlocked for several minutes, and Yahiko, who was silent, opened his mouth slightly.

When he wanted to speak out to dissuade Kumokawa, he saw Kumokawa slowly closing his eyes.

"Huh..."

The expression on the sweat-soaked face became as calm as still water, just like the word "quiet" in the painting behind him.

Yahiko and the others subconsciously held their breath, and the world seemed to become quiet at this moment.

I don't know how long it took.

When Kumokawa opened his blue eyes again, they were even deeper than the stars and moon above the clouds.

At this time, Yahiko and Konan felt a chill that penetrated their bones.

Buzz! !

When they heard the terrifying sharp whistle of the wind, they had no consciousness in their minds, and their bodies suddenly retreated a step for no reason.

The action was so fast that he almost fell to the ground, and the force was so strong that he even fell to the ground.

"... What happened?"

Yahiko fell to the ground, pressed his left hand on the ground behind him, and touched his neck with his right hand.

He only felt rough skin, but there was no expected wetness.

The feeling just now...

Just like when a needle tip flies towards your eyes, you will close them automatically. This action is completely completed by the body itself, and it is an evasive action made by instinct when it detects the threat.

What did he just do?

Thinking of this, Yahiko raised his head in a daze and looked at the figure in the distance.

From beginning to end, he didn't move a single step, and didn't even face them.

His body was shrouded in a light sweat mist, and only a faint blue could be seen in the mist.

"Huh!"

Kumukawa exhaled and spit out a white mist snake.

The next moment, his mind moved, and the panel appeared in his mind.

[Villain Template System]

[Main Template]

[Name: Tsukimi Rikumokawa [∞]]

[Level: Level 4]

[Four Dimensions: Strength D→C, Speed ​​C→B, Spirit B+, Energy F]

[Abilities: ① Five Senses - Pure Eyes [91%] ② Physical Control - Nanaya Assassination [99%→100%]; Breath Concealment [99%→100%]; ③ Material Control - Deadly Projection [24%]]

[Secondary Template (3/4): ① Nanaya Takashi [Murderer] ② Bullseye [Adamantium] ③ Tama [Substitute·Cat Grass]]

[Level advancement: level four → level five, 3000 points required (increases the number of tasks that can be accepted and the number of templates that can be loaded)]

[Available tasks: 0/2]

[Points held: 2200]

Boom! !

Yun Chuan looked down at his hand, shook it vigorously, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "This feeling is really fascinating."

He could clearly feel the blood rushing through his body, and the tired cells seemed to be injected with new vitality. The energy that had been exhausted once again emerged, and unparalleled power surged from his limbs.

If in the past he was a furnace with restrained flames but still bright, now he is an active volcano that seems silent but surges with magma!

A terrifying and silent sense of sharpness is hidden in this body.

This is the power that is fully mastered and truly his.

The "template" only gives him "ability" and does not give him the "physique" of the character. The quality of the template also represents "potential".

Even if you obtain the highest level red template, you cannot become invincible in the blink of an eye.

No matter how strong the assassination skills are, no matter how strong the short sword skills are, no matter how strong the character abilities are...

All require Yunchuan to have a strong enough physical fitness to be able to exert the true power of his ability itself.

And that four-dimensional data is a rough calculation of his physical fitness.

From low to high, from F to S, his current physical development is not yet mature, and he still has a long way to go.

Also, the abilities of the loaded character templates can be fully mastered as long as the proficiency reaches 100%.

It can be used even if it does not occupy the loading capacity of the template, and it can even exert more power than the original owner.

"The Seven Nights Assassination Technique and Aura Concealment, I have finally mastered it after so long." Yunchuan nodded slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the two little ones in front of him.

But before he could react.

But he saw Yahiko getting up and rushing over!

"Boss Yunchuan!"

Yahiko took a big step back with a serious expression, and then suddenly bowed nearly 180 degrees.

The majestic look was like a heavy knife falling, and even a sharp wind howled, and Yunchuan's forehead was blown up.

"I'm sorry!" He leaned over and shouted loudly, "I was wrong before! I'm very sorry!"

Seeing Yahiko suddenly salute him, Yunchuan subconsciously took half a step back to avoid the wind caused by Yahiko's sudden bow.

"No, if it's just that kind of thing, it doesn't have to be like this..."

Yun Chuan's eyes twitched, his expression was rare and speechless, and he said bluntly: "If I were walking on my own road and every time a barking dog appeared on the roadside, I would stop and throw stones at it, then I would never reach my destination. "

Shallow-minded people often get angry with curses and happy with praises, but Yun Chuan doesn't care.

The higher a person flies, the smaller he becomes in the eyes of those who cannot fly.

However, Yahiko's next reaction was beyond Yunchuan's expectations.

"No, please forgive me for being rude. This is my long-cherished wish in life, Yahiko!"

In response to Yunchuan's sarcastic answer, Yahiko, who was always emotional, did not even raise his head. He held out his hand in a bowing posture and said sincerely: "If you can, please teach me to become stronger!"

Behind him, when he heard Yahiko's words, Konan, who was originally silent, was stunned, and suddenly felt his heart beat. The hand hidden behind his back gently shook the paper flower, and an impulse surged in his heart.

Immediately, she silently took a step forward, raised her hands in front of her, and handed over the blue paper flower.

"..."

Looking at the two people with different motives but the same meaning, Yunchuan narrowed his eyes slightly in an intriguing way.

The whole room fell into a brief silence.

It wasn't until a drop of sweat dripped down Xiao Nan's temples that he suddenly felt a hand take over the paper flowers.

Subconsciously she raised her face in surprise, only to see Yun Chuan holding the paper flower and inserting it into her light blue-purple hair.

"remember."

A smile appeared on Yun Chuan's face and he said meaningfully: "This is your own choice. Let me see your determination."