Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 34 Making your own decisions
  Peter had been making insinuations all day long, but he still couldn't pry out from Terry what the so-called off-the-table move was.

Although he received Peter's resentful look in the end, Terry also realized that it was really nice to be the Riddler.

After school in the afternoon, Peter said hello listlessly and left, while Terry came to the swordsmanship hall again with cash as promised. Master Jacques was sitting cross-legged on the ground and waiting there just like yesterday.

Jac watched Terry walk in and put down his schoolbag, with a little admiration in his blue eyes.

"Actually, it's okay for you to take a day off today. You exerted too much physical energy yesterday. Most people can't recover."

"Is it?"

Terry clenched his fists and bent his elbows, and compared his muscles that were not very obvious: "Maybe it's because I'm younger? I feel like I'm in good condition."

Master Jacques choked and muttered, picked up the wooden sword and threw it to Terry - he had never seen any young man with such resilience. It was clear that yesterday this kid could not even maintain consciousness because his physical strength reached the limit.

Terry caught the wooden sword smoothly and waved it twice vigorously, as if to prove to Master Jacques that he could really continue to receive high-intensity training.

The incredible regeneration ability brought to him by Blessing Nebula Dewdrops obviously also includes a perverted state recovery.

Suppressing the sentimentality inspired by the vitality of young people, Jacques held the bamboo sword in both hands and assumed an offensive posture.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it, because Terry's madness only lasted for a few seconds. After a few blows from him, he fell to the ground again.

Most of the time, there is still a puddle of vomit under the body that is filled with nausea and sour smell after the fermentation of alcohol and gastric juice.

Terry looked solemn, tightened the wooden sword in his hand, took a sharp breath, and stepped forward to slash!

Master Jacques expressionlessly blocked the wooden sword that seemed to him to be moving slowly. Then with a flick of his wrist, he was about to slap the side of the bamboo sword on Terry's elbow.

The tip of the bamboo sword grazed the air, and Jacques counterattacked based on his instinct accumulated from many years of swordsmanship experience. Although he had stopped his hand for training purposes, this move was not something that Terry, who had just started practicing swordsmanship, could dodge. right.

Then he never got up again.

Master Jacques gritted his teeth as he listened to the whistling sound caused by the friction between the opponent's wooden sword and the air.

This guy?
  Jacques suddenly remembered the way Terry got up in an almost unconscious state and attacked crazily after he passed out for the first time yesterday.

"Let's start training."

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Grabbing the bamboo sword and standing up, he recalled with some doubt whether he was really so fierce when he was young.

Is it really because I am old?

Jac's face darkened, and he was about to chase Terry and slap him a few times as punishment, but he saw Terry himself looking at him blankly. The rest of his body did not move, except for his right elbow, which twisted in a twist. The posture is raised high.

And why did you forget the offensive skills you just mastered yesterday so quickly today?

Alas, I was a bit too messy when I was young.

"Ok?"

Is this kid a devil? !

Including but not limited to toilets, garbage dumps, bar back streets, or casino entrances.

Perhaps due to years of alcoholism, Jacques could only trace memories of getting up in various unexpected places after each hangover.

After a few seconds, Jacques gave up this move with a livid face.

At that time, I thought that this kid was gifted and that he was a natural warrior. He could command his body to perform a final attack similar to a flashback after losing consciousness.

It's not that Jacques has never encountered this kind of warrior, but it usually only appears in people with a considerable degree of firm will.

As far as Terry's appearance is concerned, there is indeed something inconsistent with it. At first glance, this guy looks like a pampered type. He has white and clean hands and does not do hard work.

Terry saw Jacques standing opposite and paused with a downcast expression, and thought that his avoidance made the teacher angry.

but.

Terry also glanced at his elbow that he raised at some point inexplicably, with a confused look on his face.

‘I didn’t want to hide! ’

Terry could swear that he had indeed mastered the technique of putting all his consciousness into the attack, and when he was trying to catch the trajectory of Jacques' attack just now, he was only thinking about how to attack faster.

But his arm hid on its own!

Damn it, it couldn't be that the elbow thought it didn't want to be beaten, so it directed the relevant muscles, nerves and ligaments to lift the position a little higher.

Jacques stared coldly at Terry, who was confused and distracted, and suddenly calmly took the hilt of the sword and stabbed it forward gently!
  "Uh-huh!"

Terry, who was still thinking strangely, suddenly screamed strangely.

The sudden movement of his hips and waist caused him to turn sideways. Although he avoided Jak's unexpected temptation, it also caused him to lose his balance. His left calf tripped over his right calf and he fell to the ground.

This fall was so hard that he burst into tears.

"You kid."

There was some understanding in Jacques's eyes. He lowered his sword and walked to Terry and squatted down: "The two blows just now were not for you to hide, right?"

Terry's eyes widened, and he suddenly gritted his teeth.

It's Terry Black!

That guy took advantage of the fact that he didn't install the decorations in time after falling asleep in the spiritual world last night, and tampered with himself!
  No, that's not right.

What's terrible now is that Master Jacques has noticed something.

After taking a look at the big face and the trembling mustache that Jacques came up to, Terry said somewhat sarcastically: "Teacher, there does seem to be something wrong with my body."

"That's it, then you go back first."

Unexpectedly, Jac stood up without hesitation and took the wooden sword from Terry's hand.

Terry stood up in confusion: "I..."

But Jacques interrupted Terry's defense calmly and indifferently.

"I don't care what's wrong with your body. I just know that in your current state, there's no way you can carry out the training plan I originally planned for you."

He walked to the wall of the practice room, put the training sword back on the wooden stand, and pulled off a towel to wipe his face.

"Whenever you are in harmony with your own body, come back to class - but I am not that patient. I can only give you three days at most to deal with this matter."

"If I find that you are still like this, then I will still leave New York. After all, I don't just stay because of your talent."

Looking back, Jacques found that Terry was still standing there blankly.

Jac's mustache twitched, sighed quietly, walked back to Terry, and patted him on the back.

"Judging from your expression, you know why you have this problem, so you can only solve this problem by yourself. Just like my alcoholism back then, no one has the obligation to help you find a solution."

"Let's go back."

(End of this chapter)