Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 117 Better Weapons

"Strength and speed are important, but you also need to master the right methods. A sword is different from a knife; thrusting is a very important killing move that you must learn."

“You were just pushing the sword with your arm. That’s a stupid and inefficient method. A real thrust is an explosion of power that concentrates all your strength into one point.”

Gray dropped his flippant expression and became serious.

"Imagine yourself as a bow, your body as the bow's back, and your hind leg, ready to push off the ground, as the fully drawn bowstring. And the sword in your hand is the sharp arrow piercing your throat."

"Your arms are only responsible for guiding the direction; the real power comes from the moment you release the bowstring—the moment your heels forcefully push off the ground!"

"Power comes from your feet, shift your weight onto your back leg, and feel the connection between you and the earth."

Gray's voice was strong and clear, and he struck a pose.

"At the moment of thrusting, it's not the arm that moves first, but the heel that pushes off the ground! This force will rush up your thigh, twist forward through your waist and hips, and transmit the momentum to your shoulder."

"at last!"

Gray suddenly took a step, his movements instantly changing from slow to fast.

"Body, footsteps, sword tip, a trinity. The sound of your foot landing and the sound of your sword tip tearing through the target's flesh must occur at the same moment."

The moment he finished speaking, Gray shot out like an arrow.

The wooden sword tore through the air with a whistling sound before striking the dummy target precisely in the chest.

The entire movement was fluid, concise, and efficient, with no unnecessary elements.

"Do you understand? All your body weight and forward momentum must be poured into the tip of the sword in that instant to be lethal enough."

"I see."

Zellier had a profound realization. He recalled his movements just now and found that his arms moved first, followed by his body, and the power was completely disconnected.

"Again!" Zellier's eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

He took a deep breath, stopped thinking about any moves, and focused entirely on feeling the way Gray had described for generating power.

He shifted his weight onto his hind leg, feeling the muscles tighten, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Stomp on the ground!

Send the crotch!

Draw your sword!

"Bang!"

Two voices.

After the first foot landed with a thud, the tip of the sword sluggishly struck the target, leaving only a faint white mark.

"No, you didn't extend your hips properly, so the power broke down at your waist!"

Gray immediately corrected him, "Again!"

"Bang!"

"That's still not right. Your body and the sword are separate. You need to make them one!"

For the next hour or so, the only sounds in the training field were Gray's relentless shouts and the clumsy clatter of the wooden swords hitting the targets.

Zellier tirelessly repeated this simple action, his back already soaked with sweat.

However, through practice, he gradually discovered the key to it.

Frankly, the way muscles exert force is not even half as complex as the structure of a magic spell.

After gradually getting the hang of it, Zellier quickly found the knack. He could accurately analyze the mistakes he made in each exertion of force and make quick adjustments.

His efficiency surprised even himself.

It seems that the statement in the description of the intelligence attribute that warriors can quickly learn combat skills is indeed true.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth thrust, Zellier seemed to sense something.

He closed his eyes, and the whole world seemed to quiet down, leaving only his own heartbeat and breathing.

The next moment, Zellir slammed his hind foot into the ground! A powerful force erupted from the sole of his foot, rushing up his taut thigh muscles to his waist and hips.

He could clearly feel his body suddenly relax like a tightly squeezed spring, and all the power was transmitted through his arm to the tip of the sword without reservation!
Thrust forward!

"call out!"

This time, there are no longer two voices.

The moment Zelier's front foot landed, his wooden sword pierced the dummy target with pinpoint accuracy.

The sturdy wooden target was violently thrown backward by the blow, the sword tip piercing straight through its chest, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

Become!

An unprecedented feeling of comfort spread throughout Zellier's body.

The power unleashed by this sword strike was several times stronger than when he relied solely on arm strength!
"Huh"

Gray leaned against the weapons rack with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow and speaking casually.

"It's... kind of interesting. Remember this feeling, it's this tingling."

"Monster! This is absolutely a monster! It took me at least two weeks to learn this!" Gray roared inwardly.

“No more”

Once the initial excitement wore off, a wave of exhaustion washed over me.

Zellir plopped down on the soft sand, leaning on his sword and breathing heavily.

Even with my superior physical abilities, I was finding it a bit too much to handle training so intensely all at once.

"Take your time, don't be too impatient. You've already made great progress. In the next few days, I'll teach you the key points and power generation methods for the remaining basic slashing techniques."

As he spoke, Gray picked up the rapier that Zellir usually used and examined it.

"Actually, I've wanted to say this for a long time: you're not suited to use this kind of sword at all, or rather, this kind of sword is not suitable for fighting monsters."

Gray swung the sword around in his hand a couple of times, then flicked the blade, producing a soft hum.

He curled his lip in disdain.

"This thing is like a hairpin in a noble lady's hair; it's pretty, but too fragile."

"It's too light, which makes it lack power when chopping. The material is also not strong enough in pursuit of lightness. It's okay for chopping those delicate goblins."

"If you encounter a monster with sturdy scales or shells, your blade will inevitably break. Moreover, the double-edged structure is not suitable for parrying."

"Then what kind of sword would be suitable?" Zelier asked sincerely.

He had absolutely no knowledge of this subject; he bought the rapier simply because it was easy to use.

“Come on, I’ll take you to pick one.” Gray patted Zellir on the shoulder.

The two left the sword training ground.

There is more than one blacksmith shop in Blackrock Town, but coincidentally, the blacksmith shop that Gray brought Zellil to this time is the one that Zellil frequents.

Before you even get close, the familiar scorching heat of iron and the clanging sound of hammering can already be heard.

"Yo, Brown."

Gray raised his hand and greeted him familiarly.

Brown, who was forging a red-hot iron billet, looked up and a rugged smile appeared on his sweat-covered face.

"It's you, Gray."

"You've been so busy lately, I haven't seen you at the bar for days."

Gray winked and nudged Brown with his elbow, "Remember those girls from last time? It would be a shame to miss them tonight."

"Let's not talk about this in broad daylight," Brown coughed twice.

"Hahaha, you're quite shy, aren't you?" Gray laughed.

(End of this chapter)