One Piece: My Son is Garp

The practice of kicking skills lasted for two hours, and Kizaru was addicted to it.

He likes kicking skills and spends [-]% of his energy practicing them.

Be careful, practice correctly, and standardize postures.

Every time you take a kick, correct it and follow the movement you are most comfortable with.

Everyone's physique is different, and the movements they perform will vary slightly and must be modified according to their bodies.

As the saying goes, moves are dead but people are alive.

Use it flexibly, don't just apply it mechanically, you must understand the form and spirit of kicking skills, rather than just one of them.

Two hours to learn kicking skills and two hours to learn swordsmanship. An afternoon schedule is not enough. The time is tight, plus the time in the evening.

A total of eight hours of training, Kizaru's daily workload, even if part of the time was delayed today because of his parents, the training that should be completed still needs to be completed.

Basically, you have to finish practicing at eight or nine in the evening and then eat.

"Here, the sword you've always wanted."

An iron sword, the sword that Kizaru longed for.

Chen Qingtian asked the blacksmith to cast it, and it was freshly baked.

"Thank you, teacher."

The sword is very beautiful.

The quality is good and the master who made it worked hard.

But Kizaru no longer had the happiness he had before, and the sword seemed to have no effect.

The right hand holds the sword, and the left hand uses light to forge an identical sword.

When the two swords clashed, the iron sword was superior.

Kizaru was not discouraged and condensed his lightsaber.

He wanted to use light to condense his own unique skill, and he had already thought of a name, called Tian Cong Yun Sword.

Handsome and domineering, his name alone can scare many people.

"Give me the sword, you use the lightsaber."

Kizaru didn't even want to throw his sword to Chen Qingtian. He had a lightsaber he liked more.

Chen Qingtian became interested and practiced swordplay with him.

One of them holds an iron sword, and the other uses his own condensed lightsaber.

"Using light to condense the lightsaber, yes, it's a good idea."

If done well, Chen Qingtian will appreciate it.

Kizaru raised his head and puffed out his chest, saying: "Haha, you don't even know who I am."

I, Porusalino, am very clever.

It's just a sparkling fruit, he can develop it in minutes.

"Come on, let me see if you've been lazy during this time."

The sword was already in my hand the moment I held it.

Chen Qingtian waved casually. His swordsmanship level was not low and he had not used a sword for a long time.

Almost forgetting the feeling of a swordsman, he stroked the blade and felt the lines of the sword.

In my mind, the process of casting this sword appeared, and how the blacksmith made it.

How many times has it been forged, how many times has it been quenched, and how long has its history been.

A lot of information automatically appears in my mind, which is the sword's feedback.

Chen Qingtian stroked the sword, and the sword made a clanking sound.

"It's a nice sword. I didn't expect there to be such a blacksmith in this small town."

Overall, the money was well spent.

"I'm coming, cousin."

Swordsman duel, not much ability.

The most basic swordsmanship is used.

When we meet face to face, your swordsmanship is superior, or my swordsmanship is superior.

Swordsman is compared to his understanding of the sword.

Who has better swordsmanship and can take the initiative.

Chen Qingtian's swordsmanship level surpassed that of Kizaru, an entry-level swordsman, and he beat him violently every minute.

Chen Qingtian, who is so domineering and powerful in his knowledge, does not need to move or deliberately sense.

Kizaru's figure never left his eyes.

No matter how fast he moved, Chen Qingtian would be slowed down countless times.

The Shining Fruit is like meeting a nemesis.

"You're moving too slowly, cousin."

With a backhand sword, Kizaru's attack was from behind.

When the attack failed, he disappeared.

Attack from the side.

Intercepted by Chen Qingtian.

Several times in a row, his attacks could be said to come from all directions, and he tested every position.

Looking for Chen Qingtian's blind spots, he soon discovered that Chen Qingtian had no blind spots.

There were no flaws around him.

Standing there, intact.

Every move he makes shows flaws.

"There are too many flaws, cousin."

Being fast can't hide your flaws.

With the help of the Shining Fruit, his sword skills improved.

That's all. Swordsmanship is swordsmanship. Under the influence of any external force, the speed or attack power of the sword can be increased.

Your level of swordsmanship is there and cannot be changed.

"My swordsmanship is too poor, so don't pursue your Devil Fruit abilities too much."

One sword, two swords.

Kizaru was beaten back step by step, and the wounds gradually increased on his body.

For skin injuries, Chen Qingtian must educate him well and let him know that he can rely on the power of the Devil Fruit and not rely too much on it.

Itself is the strongest.

"The Shining Fruit can give you speed and increase your attack power, but your essence is weak. It doesn't matter how many times you increase it."

Another sword.

Kizaru's arm was almost cut off.

Chen Qingtian's attacks became more and more ruthless.

Not satisfied.

He is very dissatisfied.

Kizaru's swordsmanship was so poor that he was not improved.

He started to take action.

"When you encounter a strong person, your Shining Fruit ability will be of little use."

"Being able to deal with the weak is nothing."

"Cousin, why don't you listen to your cousin?"

Chen Qingtian moved forward step by step, crushing Kizaru with his huge momentum.

Faintly, there is a domineering aura exuding.

Kizaru was under tremendous pressure, and his body was overwhelmed.

Bend your knees, body, and hold on forcefully.

"I asked you to exercise, but you refused to listen."

"For you now, foundation is the key."

"Or do you think you are so powerful that you don't need to listen to your cousin?"

When you grow up, you start to rebel, right?

If you are still weak and want to rebel, you should at least do it again in a few years.

If you want strength but don’t have the strength, it doesn’t matter what you want, why should you be rebellious?

"Teacher, I didn't." Kizaru gritted his teeth and retorted: "I didn't. I practiced according to your instructions, teacher, and I didn't feel that I was very powerful."

"Teacher, the disciple is wrong."

At first, he wanted to argue.

Chen Qingtian glared at him, and his overwhelming aura crushed him.

In an instant, he knelt down and crawled to the ground.

With his domineering aura and Xuanwu's pressure, for a second, Kizaru felt like he was about to collapse.

"Gollum."

Lying on the ground, shivering.

Angry teachers, it turns out, are so scary.

He couldn't even think of resisting.

"Teacher, the disciple is wrong."

If he didn't admit his mistake at this time, he was afraid that he wouldn't even have a chance to admit his mistake.

What a scary teacher, what a scary teacher.

It turned out that the teacher had been hiding his strength before and did not show such terrifying power to him.

The power did not dissipate and was still pressing on his body.

It seemed like it was just for him.

"Cousin, will you listen to the teacher in the future?"

A gentle question, but a devil's whisper.

Fear, fear.

Kizaru bit his lip and replied humbly: "Teacher, from now on, I will do whatever you say, without any complaints."

All the self-confidence and self-esteem disappeared with the wind under the pressure of terror.