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Chapter 134 Bellero's Kick Technique, Personally Taught

Upon hearing Lund bring up the topic of "armed combat," Siren felt the time was right and quickly and respectfully inquired, "Your Excellency, to be honest, I have recently encountered a great doubt regarding weaponry. I wonder if I could consult you?"

Lund nodded slightly, walked to the weapon rack to the side, and casually picked up a longsword, toying with it: "Please speak."

Xilun organized his thoughts and said seriously, "When I first entered the field of combat sports, I always used unarmed combat as my main offensive method."

I practiced police combat techniques, and later I majored in a highly lethal technique called "Dorok Dark Claw Technique".

When facing an unarmed enemy, I am confident that I am no weaker than anyone else.

"But recently, after several real-world experiences, I have found myself often feeling powerless when facing opponents with extraordinary weaponry."

Recalling his confrontation with Robert last night, and his life-or-death battle with the pirate Sislow underwater, Xilun said in a deep voice, "My claw technique is powerful enough to penetrate flesh and even crush steel."

However, as the saying goes, "an inch longer, an inch stronger." Swords and knives often use their distance advantage to make it difficult for me to get close, and sometimes even injure me with their blades before we even make contact.

This is giving me a headache. I don't know if I should give up unarmed combat and specialize in weapons instead.

After listening to Xilun's confusion, Lund put the longsword back on the weapon rack, nodded slightly, and his eyes became profound.

"Your confusion is normal. Every extraordinary person who climbs up from the bottom will face this choice."

Lund turned to look at Xiren, his voice low and philosophical: "Let me share my perspective. Choosing a fighting style is, in a sense, choosing how you will survive in the future."

It all depends on how you choose to live your life in this cruel world.

He held up one finger: "If you're a survival enthusiast, a fighter who spends his days in the wilderness, or a monster hunter who specializes in killing alien creatures."

Therefore, your weapons training must focus on firearms, heavy crossbows, and various combat techniques such as extreme defense and rapid movement. Because in the wilderness, distance and firepower are life and death.

Then he raised a second finger: "But if you want to stay in Saint Laurent, you have to climb up in this place where civilization and savagery intertwine."

For example, you might want to achieve a certain result in the upcoming junior knight fighting tournament in a respectable setting, or even obtain a noble title.

Then you will almost certainly need to practice handling weapons.

Why?

Lund countered with a question, then gave his own answer: "Because the enemies you face, those orthodox knights and noble sons, are almost all armed."

In formal combat sports, the use of firearms is not allowed. Your weapon choices are limited to unarmed combat or cold weapons such as knives, swords, and spears.

On the fighting stage, the length and sharpness of a weapon are a huge advantage.

Lund paused, his gaze sharpening: "Let's look at it from another angle. What if you choose to become a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood, or frequently undertake dangerous missions and encounter unexpected events?"

For example, being assassinated by gangsters in a narrow alley, or having your table suddenly overturned in a pub. In such cases, weapons are often difficult to use.

He pointed to the short sword at Xilun's waist: "After all, you can't always carry a long sword with its sheath drawn, nor can you always walk around the streets with a heavy scabbard."

At that time, you need to drastically intensify your unarmed combat training.

"Think about it to the extreme," Lund approached Xilun, his tone chilling, "If you were deliberately targeted by the enemy, your weapon was lost or destroyed in battle, or you were unable to obtain it at all due to some accident."

At that time, all you can rely on are your own two hands.

At this point, Lund sighed, his tone tinged with a sense of melancholy about the passage of time: "Everyone lacks time, but the only thing the Creator is fair about is that everyone has the same amount of time."

If there is enough time, one should naturally learn everything: cold weapons, firearms, various styles of combat, including unarmed combat, and even obscure mysticism, to arm oneself to the teeth.

"However, reality is often cruel."

Lund looked directly into Xiren's eyes. "We have limited energy, so we can only master a few of them and train them to the extreme."

Lund stopped and returned to Siren, concluding, "Therefore, you can choose the fighting style that best suits you based on your possible future lifestyle."

He looked at Siren's cold and ambitious face and added, "Even so, I still hope you can practice a weapon-based fighting style."

With your current strength, if you can master a profound swordsmanship or knife technique, your destructive power will experience a qualitative leap.

Whether you continue practicing unarmed combat, firearms, or other miscellaneous skills depends on how much energy you have to allocate.

After listening to this long speech, Xilun felt as if he had been enlightened.

Lund truly lived up to his reputation as a third-tier expert. He not only pointed out the technical direction but also perfectly combined combat skills with life choices.

"I understand, thank you for your guidance." Xilun bowed deeply.

Looking at Xilun's respectful attitude, Lund suddenly laughed, a smile revealing a businessman's shrewdness.

"Of course, my guidance isn't free. I charge for it."

Lund patted Xilen on the shoulder and said half-jokingly, "But don't worry, I guarantee I'll be honest with you. What I know is much more extensive and practical than those rigid textbooks at the Iron Cross Fighting Club."

Lund withdrew his hand and crossed his arms: "Although I am a high-ranking knight, I don't need your meager pounds at all."

But if I don't charge, I'll feel embarrassed to charge others when they ask for my help in the future.

Rules are rules, this won't do.

Upon hearing this, Xilun was not offended by the fact that the other party wanted money. On the contrary, he felt that this kind of transaction with clearly marked prices was the most reassuring.

He raised his head, met Lund's gaze, and replied in a firm and calm tone, "Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will absolutely not owe you a single penny, provided that I can afford it."

After saying this, Lund nodded slightly, his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanning Xiren's body up and down.

His self-illumination seemed to penetrate clothing, allowing one to see directly the bone structure and muscle texture beneath Xilun's skin.

"Generally speaking, I will select the appropriate fighting style based on the student's physical characteristics."

Lund walked slowly around Xilun with his hands behind his back, his leather boots making a dull sound on the hard stone slabs of the martial arts hall: "But you are special. You have a well-proportioned figure, slightly tall but not outstanding, with slender and slightly long fingers and slightly long arms. This physique is very suitable for combat, but there is no particularly outstanding point."

At this point, Lund stopped and looked at Xilen's slightly furrowed brows, saying in a calm tone, "Don't be discouraged. This is not a weakness, but a characteristic of yours."

You don't have a significant advantage in many fighting styles, but that also means you don't have any particularly disadvantageous fighting styles.

No martial arts technique will cause your body to reject it.

Lund walked back to the weapon rack, his fingertips tracing the gleaming swords and blades: "Now you can think about which direction is more suitable for developing your combat skills."

Xilun pondered for a long time. Inside the martial arts hall, only the sound of continuous rain outside the window remained, and the air was filled with a faint smell of rust and the bitterness of ointment.

He rapidly reviewed every battle he had ever fought in his mind.

From the life-or-death struggle in the slums, to facing Robert's dagger, and then to the fierce underwater battle with Sislow.

What level of combat skills should I learn to maximize my chances of survival?

He carefully considered his words before speaking: "I don't need my hands; my Dark Claw technique is sufficient for most close-quarters tearing missions. If it's a weapon—"

Siren's gaze swept over the longsword, heavy axe, and spear, before he finally shook his head. "Lord Lund, I'm more interested in leg-based combat techniques. Could you explain them to me?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Lund's perpetually stern face. He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you'd choose to train in weapon-based combat, especially since you just asked me about the disadvantages of facing weapons. Why are you interested in leg-based combat?"

Meeting the scrutinizing gaze, Xilun stated clearly, "I still have many shortcomings in close combat. I believe that further improving my close-quarters fighting skills is more important than wielding weapons."

My hands need to maintain a deadly deterrent at all times; if I were to be distracted by wielding weapons, it would disrupt my original fighting rhythm.

He paused, recalling Sislow's storm of kicks: "Moreover, leg fighting techniques can often increase agility in combat, which is very effective for me."

After all, during practice, leg muscles are strengthened to some extent, which can increase leg explosiveness and body mobility.

This not only gives me an additional deadly attack method in close combat, but also allows me to retreat much faster when facing an unmatched enemy.

Lund nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

This absolutely rational and highly pragmatic choice is very much in line with the mindset of an extraordinary person who has been struggling on the edge of life and death.

"Since you've made your choice, I won't try to persuade you otherwise. Come with me."

Lund turned and walked toward a heavy oak door deep inside the training hall.

Xilun followed closely behind. Pushing open the door, he found himself in a spacious and dry study.

Several gas lamps burned on the wall, their dim yellow light dispelling the dampness of the rainy day.

On one wall of bookshelves, more than a dozen shelves were arranged in categories, piled high with various parchment scrolls, manuscripts, and heavy classics.

Lund walked to one of the shelves labeled "Unarmed Combat," his gaze sweeping over the ancient spines of the books before finally reaching out and taking down a black leather book with slightly yellowed edges.

On the cover of the booklet, several ancient Hermetic variant words were written in dark red ink: Berero kick.

Lund gently stroked the cover of the booklet, as if he were touching a rare treasure.

He turned around and said solemnly, "At the extraordinary stage, this is the strongest leg fighting technique in all my collection."

It doesn't pursue flashy aerial maneuvers and combos, but only extreme bursts of power and destruction, known as the "Berello Kick" which is as swift as thunder.

After saying that, he handed the booklet to Xilun and continued, "If it were an uncommon weapon or a common fist technique, I would have the butler teach you. But since it's the Bellero kicking technique, I can teach you myself."

Xilun blinked, took the heavy booklet with both hands, and felt a surge of emotion.

The fact that a third-order aberrant would personally teach him would probably drive Robert insane with envy if he knew about it.

Ignoring Siron's surprise, Lund took the booklet back and went straight to the training room next door.

In the center of the training room, the solid iron ball that required two people to hug sat quietly, its surface covered with various dents and fist marks.

"I used to practice the Berello kick, mainly to strengthen my lower body."

Lund walked to the iron ball and patted its cold, hard metal surface. "That's why the muscle density and explosive power in my legs are more developed than those of other high-ranking knights. This leg technique is extremely domineering and puts a tremendous strain on the body."

Lund handed the booklet back to Xiren: "You can read through the contents first, including the postures, breathing techniques, and energy pathways. Remember, don't try to understand the rhetoric, just look at the essence."

Xilun opened the booklet and, by the light of the gas lamp on the wall, carefully read it page by page.

It is indeed a very powerful leg-based fighting technique.

This martial art emphasizes versatility, being as still as the Don River and as swift as thunder.

It requires practitioners to instantly compress all their blood and energy into several hidden acupoints at the root of their thighs, and then release the power explosively through the spring of their knees.

With his extraordinary perception and memory, Xilun memorized the complex movement trajectories and blood circulation routes after watching it once.

Lund pulled up a chair and sat down, saying in a deep voice, "I'll have time these next few days and will teach you personally. However, before we begin, there's something I must explain in advance."

He looked at Xilun, his tone becoming extremely realistic: "Extraordinary combat techniques require extraordinary materials to aid in cultivation, you should know that, right?"

Xilun nodded slightly. He needed deep-sea mineral ointment to cultivate the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique," so he naturally understood that the more advanced the martial art, the more terrifying the strain on the body. Without the replenishment of external resources, the body would soon collapse.

However, since Lord Lund himself mentioned it, is the material for this leg technique very expensive?

As expected, Lund held up one finger: "As the strongest kicking technique in my collection, the cost of mastering it is naturally much higher than other fighting techniques."

It requires a special extract called "Raywood Juice" to be applied to the legs to stimulate the activity of muscle fibers.

I will have the butler prepare your medicine; the cost for one day's medication will be approximately five shillings.

Siren quickly did a mental calculation. Five shillings a day would amount to a little over seven pounds a month.

This was an astronomical sum for the former overseer who had struggled in the slums.

But for him now, this amount of money is entirely within his means.

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