There are too many teammates who are complete losers.

Chapter 52 I Want to Practice Swordsmanship

"What's wrong, Xiao Jue? Uncle is taking you home for a nap, okay?"

She sobbed and whispered, "Daddy, Xiaojue wants to find Daddy..."

Both of them were taken aback. Lu Ren noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a sadness and melancholy in the wrinkles around the middle-aged man's eyes.

The person who left was the father of a four-year-old child, and also the younger brother he had watched grow up.

"Don't cry, Xiao Jue. Look, Brother Lu Ren is here too. Do you want your big brother to hug you for a while?"

The little one's eyes were blurry with tears, and his mouth was like a crumpled wet tissue. He rubbed his eyes and saw Lu Ren, and actually pouted and reached out his hand to him.

Lu Ren was delighted and carried her back, then they strolled around in the shady area nearby.

Xiao Jue stopped crying as soon as she was in his arms, burying her face in his neck. She was still a little dazed from just waking up, her little body swaying slightly. But after being out in the shade for a while, she calmed down and stopped saying she wanted to go find her father.

Lu Ren became even more certain that this child knew everything, but just didn't say it.

He affectionately rubbed the little guy's face against his nose.

When Lu Ren was holding the little guy just now, he suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu.

In my past life, my eldest brother's daughter used to cling to him like this when she was little. However, as she grew up, she became difficult to deal with. Not only did she always ask him for money, but she also mocked him for not being able to find a girlfriend at forty. She was not as cute as she was when she was little.

"It's so hot, does Xiaojue want to take a nap?"

"Xiao Jue'er is four years old."

Lu Ren chuckled. "Not four or five years old, asking if you want to sleep?"

She nestled in Lu Ren's arms as if she had no bones, her voice soft and sweet as she said, "I want to...I want to play with Big Brother..."

"How about we play after you wake up? Big brother promises you, I'll come find you to play after you wake up, okay?"

"...Howl~"

"Good girl."

Lu Ren couldn't resist kissing the little one on the face; she smelled so sweet and milky. He then held her and played with her for a while until she fell asleep.

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Xiao Jue's father passed away not long ago. This child has been very well-behaved since she came back from Beishan and has never cried."

"Actually, children are very smart. Even if you don't say it, you should have noticed something."

Uncle Xiaojue looked at Lu Ren for a while and suddenly understood, but he didn't say anything. After all, it was unlucky to say that the other person looked like someone who had just passed away, and others wouldn't be happy.

Not only his height and appearance, but now that I think about it, his way of speaking also resembles his younger brother who died young. No wonder Xiao Jue is so attached to him.

"This child does like you," the uncle simply said.

"Maybe I'm better at taking care of kids; I've taken care of kids this age before."

Lu Ren remarked with a touch of empathy, "Kids this age are still the cutest; they'll be much harder to manage once they get a little older."

Uncle Xiaojue was a little confused; how come this young man suddenly acted like an old man?

Lu Ren also exchanged names with the middle-aged man and told him where he lived, saying that Xiao Jue could take him there if she wanted to visit.

Actually, it's only two or three hundred meters from here, so Xiao Jue can come find him herself in the future.

He didn't go back to rest at noon, but returned to the training ground to continue practicing his sword.

He didn't use the training bamboo sword, but rather that bronze-grade alchemical weapon.

Although he believed he wouldn't lose in a month, Lu Ren couldn't just do nothing.

He could joke around normally, but when it came to Shen Yaoxing, he couldn't just brush it off as a joke.

In my past life, I've had countless leaders, but I've never encountered a young lady like this. She doesn't offer him any promises, but instead keeps stuffing them into her mouth.

He couldn't betray the young lady's trust, nor could he betray Shen Yaoxing's 'intuition'.

Once he decides to do something, he has to put in 100% effort. He doesn't want to be "probably not failing" in the assessment two weeks later; he wants to be absolutely certain of victory against Chen Zui on that day.

That wretched brat! In his past life, Lu Ren hated these kinds of people who relied on connections in the workplace to bully him.

Lu Ren was secretly angry. He had made up his mind that he would pretend to be indifferent on the surface, but secretly compete with the others. Then he would defeat that kid and make a name for himself, slapping him in the face.

Whether it's due to the influence of the original owner of the body or not, Lu Ren sometimes finds himself surprisingly childish.

In my past life, I was beaten up, and that was fine. Besides, the person was nominally teaching me, and in fact, they did teach me a lot. They were definitely a responsible senior colleague.

But right now he's a little annoyed.

Damn it, stop pretending. Wait until I've mastered it and see how I deal with you, kid.

Traditional swordsmanship training is a systematic project that integrates the body, weapon, and mind, and requires the mastery of the four realms of "form, strength, momentum, and spirit".

However, for Lu Ren at present, there is no need to learn complicated sword techniques. He only needs to learn some simple movements and the feeling of wielding the sword skillfully, so that he can make the sword as natural as swinging his fist.

Humans don't need to learn to swing their fists; they are born with the ability to do so, just like running and jumping. Swinging a sword is as natural and effortless as throwing a punch.

Chen only taught him the basic swordsmanship skills, and he had to figure them out through repeated sword swings and actual combat.

Faced with various forms of ethereal beasts, battles in complex environments, and monsters the size of small mountains, the killing techniques developed through studying human anatomy in the past are simply useless.

Weapons are merely an extension of the human body. A sword can concentrate a person's power into a single point or line, and that is the significance of a weapon. Humans are the subject of power. All Lu Ren needs to do is swing the sword repeatedly until he can control it as easily as he moves his own arm.

Moreover, this training, in addition to honing his swordsmanship, is also a form of physical training, which in turn improves his attributes.

Generally speaking, since most people only have one main attribute, they can only train one type of attribute on a regular basis.

Lu Ren has nine main attributes, but when he trains one, all nine are improved at the same time. Now he is training his physique. When his physique increases by one point, the other attributes will also increase by one point. He stays away from danger, so his attributes are always extremely balanced.

Swing your sword, swing your sword, swing your sword!

The scorching white light, like molten silver, pierced through the window, carving sharp streaks in the room. Dust swirled wildly in the beam of light, colliding head-on with the twirling iron sword. The blade reflected a chilling light, hissing as it sliced ​​through the sweltering heat of the room.

The cicadas outside the window seemed to be boiled by the scorching heat, roaring with all their might, weaving an endless, sticky web of sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the scorching white light gradually lost its strength, transforming into a warm, dim yellow hue. The streaks of light were no longer sharp, and the previously swirling dust slowly settled and sank.

The cicadas' song suddenly stopped at some unknown moment, leaving only a hollow silence.

After thousands upon thousands of swings, the warm colors of the surroundings faded, turning into a cold twilight. The outlines of the objects inside the room began to blur, with only the dancing sword cutting through the stagnant air, emitting a rhythmic hiss.

Lu Ren remained silent, simply swinging his sword, feeling the feedback from each swing.

However, at this moment, in addition to the sound of swords being wielded, a woman's voice suddenly rang out in the arena.

"Oh dear, why are you practicing swordsmanship alone? How boring!"

Lu Ren looked over and saw that the person speaking to him was a girl wearing training clothes, whom he had never seen before.