Chapter 37

In everyday terms.

Zhao Futu is also quite a homebody. He spends his days reading books, writing, and practicing breathing exercises, and rarely goes out to run around. As a "pseudo-homebody," his life is naturally very simple. After returning to his room and looking through some materials, he started searching for movies. Any movie that could potentially be used by the Nightmare Space as a mission space, he would find and record, preparing to use the remaining time to study them carefully. He still couldn't determine the rules the Nightmare Space uses to select mission worlds, but it's always better to be well-prepared.

In the afternoon.

The item he wanted was delivered.

It was a German-style hand-and-a-half sword that hadn't been opened, weighing 2.7 pounds. It was slightly lighter than the longsword he used before, and the craftsmanship was undoubtedly excellent. After all, it cost a solid 9800 RMB, and the steel used was genuine alloy steel, with good hardness and toughness. The only drawback was that it was a bit short, and Zhao Futu thought it would be best if it were about 10 centimeters longer!

The hand-and-a-half sword has a counterweight ball, making it very handy to swing. After playing with it a bit, Zhao Futu started practicing the Silver Cross Sword Technique he had memorized in his room.

Everyone knows about the real estate in China; the prices are sky-high!

Zhao Futu's apartment isn't very large, only about 100 square meters, with three bedrooms and one living room. There isn't much space in the rooms besides the furniture. He moved the sofa and chairs to the study and practiced a few times, only to realize that the space was still too small, and many of the moves felt constrained.

However, he couldn't go out to practice at this time. After all, it's the 21st century, and if he were to practice the Silver Cross Sword Technique, which exudes a heavy killing aura, with such a realistic hand-and-a-half sword, he might scare people. Even if modern people have strong hearts and aren't easily scared, with their habit of carrying phones, it would be troublesome if someone recorded him.

These days, young people love to upload videos to the internet, and Zhao Futu didn't want to become an internet celebrity.

The Silver Cross Sword Technique is powerful and exudes a strong killing aura, even to a layman. It's best not to be seen by others while practicing, as it could cause unnecessary trouble. After practicing a few times, he stopped and prepared dinner. Since returning from the Nightmare Space, his physical energy and stamina had greatly increased, and his need for sleep had decreased. He planned to go out at night to find a quiet place to practice.

The only downside of living in the city is the lack of private space.

However, after practicing a few times, Zhao Futu discovered something useful: practicing the Silver Cross Sword Technique in reality still increased his proficiency, though the value was small. Practicing for ten minutes only increased his proficiency by four or five points. To reach level 2, he would need at least a year.

Since he had so much time to practice, he could only focus on familiarizing himself with the moves.

Around 8 PM, Zhao Futu saw that there were fewer people outside. He wrapped the gleaming German hand-and-a-half sword in a cloth and left his room. The sword, for aesthetic reasons and to please collectors of cold weapons, was polished to a very bright finish. Even from a distance, it could reflect light, making it very eye-catching!

After all, it cost nearly 10,000 RMB, and its appearance was top-notch.

Zhao Futu left his room and turned to the back of the complex, where there was a wall. On the other side was a row of villas, with few residents. Many of the villas were empty, and the security guards only did a cursory job, focusing their efforts on the areas near the entrances. Being a high-end villa area, there was a lot of open space, and there was a large, empty area near the flower beds. There was only one street lamp nearby, which would turn off at 11 PM, so Zhao Futu didn't have to worry about being seen.

"Whoosh!"

The three-meter-high wall was like a plaything to the current Zhao Futu. He jumped up, grabbed the top, and flipped over, landing silently. When he flipped over the wall, he used one hand to support his body, cushioning the fall, landing as lightly as a cat. This skill alone would make him a perfect thief.

There was no one around, and the security guards rarely came by. Most of the villas in this area were bought by wealthy real estate investors who didn't live there, leaving the houses empty and waiting for the value to rise.

Zhao Futu stood on the empty ground for a moment, then shouted and assumed the starting stance of the Silver Cross Sword Technique!

All the houses within 200 meters were dark, so he didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone. After assuming the stance, he began practicing the Silver Cross Sword Technique. With enough space, he finally found his rhythm, using real strength in each move, exuding a strong killing aura. The hand-and-a-half sword cut through the air with a fierce whistling sound!

Unlike the intricate and complex Chinese sword techniques, Western sword techniques are simple and straightforward but no less impressive. The broad, sweeping strikes gave a sense of the brutal combat on the cold weapon battlefield!

One round, two rounds, three rounds.

As Zhao Futu practiced, he became completely absorbed, focusing on understanding the core of the sword technique and gradually letting go of his vigilance. He was fully engrossed in the essence of the technique!

This is a sword technique that heavily emphasizes momentum!

He came here to find an open space to practice without interference, not to steal. If he were to encounter a security guard, it wouldn't be a big deal.

He could just explain it.

However, he didn't expect that about 300 meters away, in a villa, a young woman was bored and taking night scenes with her high-pixel phone.

As everyone knows, phone cameras can adjust the zoom.

And the young woman had a high-end phone. People who could afford to live in such a villa wouldn't use low-quality phones. She was bored and lying on the balcony, taking pictures of the stars. The sky was clear that night, and the industrial pollution rarely allowed for such a clear view of the stars. She couldn't help but take pictures.

As she was taking pictures, she noticed a figure in the empty space near the flower beds, jumping around like a monkey, holding something that reflected light.

It was already around 9 PM.

The light wasn't good, and the street lamp was dim. The young woman, who was nearsighted and not wearing her glasses, couldn't see clearly.

So she strained her already large, bright eyes and adjusted the zoom on her phone to the maximum!

When she saw this, she was so surprised that she opened her mouth wide and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Come and look!"

"There's actually someone practicing sword techniques over there!!!"

Soon.

The bathroom door in the room opened, and a voluptuous, mature woman wrapped in a white bath towel walked out gracefully.

She heard the young woman's words and rolled her eyes, scolding, "Mengmeng!"

"What are you doing in the middle of the night!"

The young woman put away her phone and hopped back into the room like a quick little rabbit. She was wearing a pure white T-shirt with a cartoon rabbit, and her developing chest made the rabbit's eyes bulge. She looked naturally beautiful and fresh after a shower, and for convenience, she didn't wear a bra.

As she hopped, the two "rabbits" under her shirt bounced, lively and cute.

"Where's the telescope? My infrared telescope?" The young woman rummaged through the drawers and, upon finding the telescope, cheered and pulled the woman drying her hair over to the balcony.

"Mengmeng! What are you doing? Mengmeng?" The woman couldn't resist being pulled along, scolding, "You little brat! What are you doing in the middle of the night!"

"Slow down! Slow down! I'm slipping! If I fall, you'll be in trouble!"

The woman didn't even have time to put on slippers and was pulled to the balcony by the young woman. The young woman handed her the telescope and pointed to the flower bed, saying, "Look! Look! Is there someone practicing sword techniques?"

"Huh?" The woman had no choice but to take the telescope. When she looked, she was surprised and exclaimed, "Really!? There's actually someone practicing sword techniques in the middle of the night?"

"He must be as bored as Mengmeng..." The woman inadvertently let slip, causing the young woman to roll her eyes in dissatisfaction.

The young woman snatched back the telescope and said, "The sword technique he's practicing is so powerful!"

"Even from this distance, it looks impressive!"

The young woman, named "Mengmeng," completely forgot her initial assessment and looked up at the woman with a dreamy expression, asking, "Oh my God! Do you think he's one of those hidden martial arts masters from TV?"

The woman rolled her eyes and scolded, "Can't you call me Mom properly?"

"He looks like a proper swordsman, and in ancient times, he might have been a master, but it's the 21st century. Who uses swords anymore!"

The young woman was in her rebellious phase, and "Mom" had become "Old Lady," and then "Oh my God!"

The woman couldn't help but laugh and feel exasperated.

"Hmph!" The young woman was dissatisfied with the woman's rebuttal and huffed, saying, "Not necessarily! What if he's a world-class master!"

Being mother and daughter, their huffs were equally cute, as if they were cut from the same cloth.

"No way! It's rare to encounter such a master! I have to get his autograph!" The young woman said and ran back to the room to find paper and a pen.

The woman was genuinely angry when she heard this.

She put her hands on her hips, her voluptuous and slender body standing tall, her full chest trembling, and her entire demeanor changed. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted, "Hao Mengmeng!!!"

"Are you going to go crazy in the middle of the night? Do you want me to spank your little bottom!"

The young woman, hearing this, trembled like a frightened rabbit, obediently shrinking back to the bed and covering her head with the blanket.

The woman, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh and comfort her, "Look, it's the middle of the night. He chose this time to practice to avoid being disturbed."

"Besides, you're only wearing a cartoon T-shirt and a pair of panties. Do you really plan to go find your idol like that?"

"Since the master is practicing here, he must live in one of the nearby villas. You can find him tomorrow!"

"Ugh!" The young woman, feeling stifled under the blanket, poked her head out, her face flushed with embarrassment, and said, "Mom, why do you always say such embarrassing things!"

"Finally calling me Mom?" The woman smiled like a fox, teasing, "Who was the one in a hurry to go find him in a T-shirt and panties just now? Now you're blaming me?"

"Ugh! Don't say it!" The young woman, feeling shy, pounced on the woman, tickling her, making the woman giggle uncontrollably on the bed.

"Mengmeng! Hao Mengmeng!"

"Ugh!... My dear Mengmeng!... Mom gives up!... Mom surrenders!... Please let me go... I won't do it again."

Soon, the mother and daughter were laughing together in the bedroom.

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