The Mighty Sword of Legend

Chapter 2

The young man first made a fist and palm salute, then raised his hand and made a gesture of coming.

The distance between the two was roughly three meters, but this bit of distance was completely non-essential for Jack's long legs. With only a single step, he already moved up to roughly a meter or so in front of the young man, perfectly fitting his height of attack distance. His body felt as if he was taking a step, yet his right leg kicked the young man's left knee. The knee didn't have any muscle protection, and even though it was protected by knee bones, looking extremely sturdy, once the young man received attacks from the side, as long as he had enough power, it could easily break bones. This was also a type of attack method commonly used in Thai Boxing. Even if it didn't bring any great harm, it could still make the other party lose their balance. With Jack's weight and power, as long as he was hit, then the young man would likely only be able to walk with a walking stick for a period of time.

Unfortunately, the young man's reaction speed was even more astonishing. His left leg quickly withdrew, and his right leg quickly took half a step back, allowing his legs to stand together. These two movements were completed at the same time, and compared to Jack, their speeds were much faster. Jack wasn't able to hit back, and then his right leg pulled back as well, turning around, his left leg bringing out a round kick. In Jack's opinion, when the young man pulled back his left leg, his center of gravity would obviously be placed on his right leg, which meant supporting his legs, so his round kick would definitely land him on the target. With his own long leg's range of attack, together with its weight and the strength of his turn, the weight was already over 100 kilograms, so it was enough to allow the other party to lie down for a while.

These two moves were really too fast. Seeing Jack's fierce offensive, Kelvin opened his mouth and was about to call for a stop, but then his voice stopped. He saw the young man slide back three meters like stepping on ice shoes. No, not to say slippery, it was more like floating! Because he didn't make a backward jump at all!

The expressions of the others were similarly exaggerated. They all opened their mouths wide, widened their eyes, not making a single sound as they looked at what was happening before them. Only the middle-aged gentleman's behavior was still normal, only opening his eyes wide and leaving the pipe behind his mouth.

Jack obviously didn't find out what happened. He just felt that his attack couldn't get through to the air and didn't hit anything tangible. His left leg turned and withdrew. When he saw the young man who was about three meters away from him, he couldn't help but stare. The swing kick was a strong kick that borrowed the strength of his waist, but the disadvantage was that the speed was too slow and the movement was too big. Generally speaking, the kick was positive or side-kick. The other party only cared about defense or lost balance, so the next rotating kick would work. Jack didn't expect the young man to hide, so he didn't think much and just turned around, so he didn't see what everyone saw just now. He felt like he was fooled, as the other party was as flexible as a monkey, they didn't even move a single defensive movement.

"Hey! Is your Z country's kung fu a skill that only knows how to escape? Did you learn this from Monkey? Will Z country's people only run away and not attack?" Jack's continuous sarcasm seemed to be more destructive than his fists and feet skills.

The young man shrugged habitually. "It's my turn. Are you ready?"

"Haha, of course, I'll teach you at any time!" Jack's tone was still full of sarcasm and contempt. Although the other party could avoid his attack, as long as the other party attacked, the joint skill that he was good at could easily break his bones!

It was a pity that he knew he was wrong soon. The young man was really like a ghost. He suddenly appeared in front of him and almost stood close to him. He closely followed and felt that his right arm that was leaning forward was suddenly caught by someone and the next action was equally fast. As soon as the young man turned around, Jack felt his arm was twisted and fell down as if he was out of control. His two movements were smooth as an action! Jack did not have time to use his joint skill.

What was even more unfortunate was that Jack's butt didn't make contact with the soft earth as he had anticipated, instead receiving another heavy kick! Jack only managed to release a miserable cry, and then as if he was lying in a high speed elevator, his face flew upwards. What followed made Jack even more convinced him that he had seen something strange! He saw the young man's body fly past him, and then he turned around, his right leg heavily kicking down on his own stomach. Meanwhile, he himself was kicked out like a football! Then, under the flying sand, his butt really did make close contact with the sand once more.

After a short period of silence, someone cried out in praise. "Heavens! Isn't this too exaggerated?!" Immediately afterwards, Kelvin who had just recovered quickly walked over, helping Jack up from the ground, his eyes already blank. At the same time, he looked at the young man with questioning eyes. The young man clearly understood the meaning in his eyes, but he still replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't use too much force, just to scare him. This can be considered a small punishment for humiliating my country."

In fact, the young man's exaggerated play style was to a certain extent to show off the inscrutableness of Z Country's martial arts, but they did not use their real strength. They hoped to kick a person to five meters in the air, or at least cause a fracture. The young man was using a Delicate Force. It could be said that almost all the martial arts, when practiced to a certain degree, would be understood the use of Delicate Force. The more the Z Country's martial arts practiced, the easier it was to use it. It was a pity that if all this was explained to these people who had seen several martial arts films and considered them to be powerful.

Kelvin patted Jack on the shoulder again. "Hey, are you okay?" At this time, Jack seemed to have just woken up. He stretched out his arm and moved his joints. He still replied with a blank face, "Except for the pain in his butt, everything is normal."

Kelvin breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, Jack lived in the hospital for at least two weeks for the young man's exaggerated fighting skills. It would be a perfect match for this contest if both sides didn't get hurt. However, Jack suddenly shouted at the young man who was about to pick up his sword, "Hey, don't count what happened just now. It must be a magic trick!"

The youngster straightened his body, placed the sword on his back, and then looked straight at him. "Then what are you going to do? Do you want to do it again?"

Jack puffed out his chest and was about to answer when he seemed to think of something. After thinking for a few seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind. "Well, what do I see in the movie that can hit people from far away? Can you do it or not?"

The young man bowed his head and thought for a moment, and then replied, "It's barely possible within five meters."

"Okay!" Jack became excited again as if he had found a new continent. "I'll choose the position. Put something away, and you can fight from far away. If there is any movement or damage, I will admit that what you said is true, what do you think?"

"Yes," the young man replied.

Kelvin, who was standing on the other side, also believed that this was a method that didn't pose any danger, so he didn't stop him. Meanwhile, Jack excitedly rushed into the vehicle to find what he thought was suitable, so it seemed like his buttocks were already completely fine. The others were still standing where they were, waiting for the situation that was about to happen.

A moment later, Jack emerged from the vehicle. He raised a can in his hand and ran towards a sand dune on the other side. He began to search around the sand dune for the location of the cans.

The young man's face had a smile hanging from it, but his mind was currently measuring Jack's distance. It was roughly seven or eight meters! It was clear that Kelvin had also discovered this problem. However, when he was about to say something to remind Jack, Jack's cheer interrupted his voice.

"Wow! Look at what I've found! A dead man must have something valuable on him!" It seemed that money was much more precious than people in his eyes.

The young man who was concentrating on driving his strength was slightly shocked when he heard the cry, and then quickly walked toward the place where Jack was. Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Jack.

Jack's movements at this time were really much faster than when he was fighting, and he had already put his hands on the man. At this time, the young man who came quickly waved his hand to stop his action.

"What are you doing?!" Jack was clearly furious towards the young man's actions. He reached out his hand, pulled out the military blade from his boots, and then swayed it in front of the young man. "Don't think that you can be extremely arrogant just because you know some tricks. Stop me from making a fortune, and then I am going to let you see god!"

"I'm Jack! Shut up!" Kelvin stopped Jack sharply. "Do you want to disobey my orders?"

Reluctant, the black man put the general's knife back into his boots and snorted heavily.

The young man seemed to turn a blind eye to what had just happened. He reached out his hand and touched the man's neck for a moment, then leaned down and lay on the man's chest to listen for a while. Then he turned back to the middle-aged gentleman and shouted, "Uncle, he's not dead yet. He passed out as if he dehydrated."

The middle-aged gentleman inserted his pipe into his pocket and made a gesture. An driver at his side crawled into a vehicle and immediately carried out a first aid kit. He followed the middle-aged gentleman down the sand dune. The crowd also began to surround them. At this moment, the young man already removed the man's clothes that were covered in dust, while the middle-aged gentleman produced a small listening device from the first aid tank and placed it on the man's exposed chest. It continued for roughly half a minute before the middle-aged gentleman released a light breath. "It's not life-threatening. It should have been due to extreme lack of water that caused this unconscious state, but it is extremely weak." An driver handed over a water canteen. The young man accepted it and moved it to the man's lips.

"We can't let him drink too much water now. Take your time." The middle-aged gentleman warned the young man as he took out some other items from the box. "Hall, help me tear off his sleeves. He needs some glucose." It seemed like Kelvin was hesitating, and he asked with knitted brows, "Mr. Ormoldo, is there really a need for this? It's normal for a dead person to die in the desert, not to mention that our water is about to run out, isn't it?" Jack, who was beside him, chimed in, "That's right! A person going deep into the desert is completely suicidal. Why would we care about him? Besides, we've always killed people. It's better to let God do the saving thing!" The other soldiers also echoed him.