The greatsword itself is considered a heavy weapon, demanding extrely high physical strength from the user. Since won are naturally not as strong as n, and due to issues like body fat percentage, building a muscular physique is as difficult as climbing to the heavens!
Of course, history does have won practicing greatsword techniques.
But as Zhan Zhouzhou knows, those won needed to eat large amounts of high protein and high fat foods daily to increase their muscle mass.
In the end, their figures beca distorted, each looking like a mighty female tyrannosaur, capable of knocking soone out with a single punch.
From Xu Ying's attribute panel, it's evident that she has certainly trained with the greatsword and reached a significant level of mastery.
But to remain so 'slim' after such training is unheard of.
"I've been practicing since I was a child, and have so insights."
Xu Ying, eager for a match, pulled out a door-like weapon from a capsule and thrust it heavily into the sand. "Miss Zhan, may I ask for your guidance?"
As they say: "In literary pursuits, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second place."
Certain martial artists have this malady; upon eting a fellow practitioner, they feel an urge to spar with each other.
Occasionally, things get heated, leading to injuries or even death, which isn't uncommon.
"Are you saying you want to challenge ?" Zhan Zhouzhou's face turned cold, a murderous aura filling her being, and her clothes stirred despite the windless air, flapping loudly.
"I wouldn't dare to call it a challenge."
Xu Ying remained unfazed, softly saying: "It's rely a friendly exchange between fellow practitioners, stopping before it goes too far."
Those cases where things turned deadly also started with such words…
Zhan Zhouzhou stared icily at Xu Ying, the aura around her intensifying, as if her fighting spirit was rising.
An oppressive atmosphere suddenly filled the air, even affecting those in line behind, who stopped what they were doing to watch.
The air beca increasingly stifling, and even the sky darkened.
Li Zheng looked up to see an inexplicable cloud blocking the sun.
A chilling air spread between the two, and everyone else remained silent, with only the sounds of waves crashing, pans clattering, and knives chopping filling the space.
Nobody knew how much ti had passed before Mirel called out, "The braised sea cucumber is ready!"
Shattering the quiet.
Only then did Zhan Zhouzhou slowly speak, "You are not qualified."
"Are you underestimating the Xu Family's greatsword?" Xu Ying squinted, oozing a dangerous aura.
Zhan Zhouzhou's 'not qualified' completely trampled on her dignity as a martial artist. Such dismissive words were unacceptable to any practitioner.
Zhan Zhouzhou did not respond to her, instead letting her Purple Extre Sword dissipate on its own, turning to bring the braised sea cucumber off the stove.
As she passed by Lin Fengjiao, she plucked a strand of hair from her, then sat cross-legged on a tablecloth.
"Co find for a spar when you can achieve 'lifting light as heavy'."
Zhan Zhouzhou spoke coolly, taking half of a sea urchin shell with its top removed, and using two fingers to hold Lin Fengjiao's short hair to delicately slice the spine tips.
Crack, crack, crack…
The spines snapped off smoothly as mirrors.
Clearing the spines away, Zhan Zhouzhou leisurely took water and utensils, cleaned the half sea urchin shell, turned it over as a natural bowl, and slowly savored the freshly made braised sea cucumber.
Without lifting a hand, Zhan Zhouzhou crushed Xu Ying from another dinsion with martial skills.
In martial arts without entering the Dao, no one is her match, Zhan Zhouzhou confidently thought.
Unless soone like Li Zheng, who can rely on weapon advantages or unique techniques, could spar with her.
Li Zheng glanced at Zhan Zhouzhou's slender white neck, where a necklace hung, and sighed inwardly. This woman is truly terrifying, still wearing an overweight necklace.
Knowing that on the beach, Zhan Zhouzhou could function normally under ten tis gravity with dozens of kilos of weight, walking naturally on soft sand without sinking.
To be able to do this, how remarkably terrifying must her control over her body be?
Xu Ying was not ignorant, fully aware that what Zhan Zhouzhou displayed overwhelmingly eclipsed her own martial achievents.
If they truly fought, Xu Ying would likely be defeated in a single round.
"I lost."
Breaking free from Liu Jiale, who was restraining her from forcibly attacking Zhan Zhouzhou, Xu Ying let out a breath, saying, "The Zhan Family's Swordsmanship of Zhejiang Hangzhou truly lives up to its na."
Such praises are usually casual remarks, but surprisingly, Zhan Zhouzhou looked up at her and earnestly said, "My family's Swordsmanship is no more sophisticated than your family's greatsword. Practicing martial arts ultimately depends on talent and personal effort."
"What surpasses you is not the Zhan Family Swordsmanship, but ."
"I am superior because I have more talent than you!"
"I am superior because I work harder than you!"
"That is where you lost to !"
These words, though harsh and rciless, might lead outsiders to see Zhan Zhouzhou as arrogant, disdainful of weakness.
Only a few, like Li Zheng, knew how much effort Zhan Zhouzhou put into the Sword Dao.
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