005 Testing the Blade

“Ha!”

“Yeah, something like that. But you have to actually use the skills for them to count as ‘used’... Let’s move a bit further and see if we can find a target.”

The two stood at the village’s main exit, where a dirt road stretched forward. Alongside the road were some fields, and farther off, a few scattered trees gradually appeared, eventually giving way to a small forest. Beyond that seemed to be a meadow covered in wildflowers and grass. A small river meandered through gaps in the fields beside the road, flowing deep into the meadow. The gentle murmur of the river’s water brought a touch of life to the quiet wilderness.

As the sun dipped toward the west and dusk deepened, Steelheart had originally planned to discuss finding a place to rest with Duan Qing. But Duan Qing expressed interest in experiencing the skill system they had talked about earlier, wanting to feel what combat was like in this game. So Steelheart brought him here.

Duan Qing had intended to go alone, but after spending most of the day talking, Steelheart had come to regard this “newcomer” with respect. So when the word “combat” came up—a delicate subject—Steelheart naturally insisted on accompanying him to offer guidance.

“After all, I’m the first friend you’ve made here. I can’t just let you go out there ‘test your blade’ alone. This world is still very dangerous…”

With that said, Duan Qing found it difficult to refuse. So Steelheart stood at the village’s entrance, watching as Duan Qing tried to get a feel for the game’s combat style, though there was no target in sight.

The degree of freedom in “Free World” was far greater than Duan Qing had imagined. For example, when he first arrived in the village, he thought the village was a “safe zone” with limits—but in reality, no such thing truly existed. Anywhere in “Free World” you could do anything: talk, strategize, attack, chase, or simply stare at the sky, study moves, ponder life, or even engage in relationships between men and women… Of course, absolute freedom came with constraints. Regardless of social issues certain actions might cause, if someone crossed the line, the native inhabitants of Free World would never stand idly by. So, on the surface, some semblance of safety remained.

As for combat, players could draw weapons anytime, anywhere, swing freely, and then… pay the price—as long as they could afford it.

From what Duan Qing had observed so far, this “starter village” was surprisingly peaceful. He hadn’t witnessed any scams, fights, or brawls... Well, except for those two who had left the village to settle something outside, but that probably didn’t count.

The village was small, but the villagers were numerous and seemed simple and honest. With so many active players, trying to experiment with skills here was tantamount to writing “looking for trouble” on one’s forehead.

After seeing the imposing patrol guards in the village, Duan Qing decisively joined the forces maintaining peace. To avoid disturbing the peaceful villagers, he had to practice his swordplay outside the village. But as a brand-new novice, one problem immediately presented itself: he had no weapon.

At that moment, the weapon in his hand was a short blade that Steelheart had just discarded. It was really more of a short sword, as its name suggested—only slightly longer than a typical dagger, covered with rust spots.

[Rough Short Sword (Common)]
[Weapon Power: Weak]
[A short sword lost not far from Phil’s Treehouse. Judging by the rust on its iron blade, it has been abandoned for quite some time, but it is still usable.]
[Phil’s Treehouse has long been uninhabited by any human-like intelligent life. Perhaps this sword can tell us part of the story of what happened before the treehouse was deserted.]

“I’ve got better weapons already, so this short sword is yours. I found it outside a treehouse in the Emerald Forest…”

“That sounds a bit strange,” Duan Qing said, catching his breath and taking a stance. “Wouldn’t you expect to find good stuff inside the treehouse?”

“You think I don’t want to? The treehouse was definitely searched, but… there was nothing useful left. It was already in terrible shape.” Steelheart sighed. “Besides, I’m definitely not the first to get there. Any good loot would have been taken by earlier visitors.”

“So that’s why explorers always have the advantage… Hah!” Duan Qing swung sideways. “That’s why so many people rush in right when the game starts… Damn, that means we’re at a big disadvantage…”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I heard newbie villages appear in batches. Each batch of newcomers spawns in a certain village, and once enough have appeared, no more newcomers will spawn there. They’ll continue to appear in the next unknown newbie village.” Steelheart explained. “That’s why you see so many guilds with their alternate accounts everywhere—they want to bring in fresh blood, so they have to do it this way. Like that one guild… what was it called? ‘Carefree Exile’… It can’t be helped.”

“Ha, that guy…”

As the sun set and the light dimmed, a cool breeze swept through. Steelheart pointed to a field ahead. “It’s almost dark. We need to hurry back. Let’s use that to test your skills.”

He frowned. “I promise, you really don’t want to see what this world’s night is like.”

In the direction he pointed, a frog puffed up its cheeks, sitting there. It looked just like a large version of a real frog. It seemed to sense their gazes. The frog turned around, staring with innocent, bulbous eyes, its chin puffing twice like bubbles.

“Ribbit.”

Duan Qing observed the creature, nodded, and walked forward. Up close, he noticed the frog had quite a large mouth.

“The locals call it ‘Wuha,’ but players usually call it… Big-Mouth Frog.”

“Very fitting,” Duan Qing agreed, then stepped forward and swung his sword.

The short sword glided across the frog—no, Wuha’s—head but did not draw blood as expected; its slimy skin deflected the blow.

Realizing the visitor was hostile, the frog clumsily counterattacked by ramming into him.

“Ribbit, ribbit!”

Duan Qing staggered back but regained his footing. Reflexively, he glanced at his health bar: Health 91%.

What was this? A frog’s charge that could actually reduce health? Duan Qing’s expression darkened as if his worldview were being overturned. Frustrated, he leapt forward and engaged in a fierce “brawl” with the frog.

Amidst the frog’s croaks and the human’s shouts, the fight lasted several dozen seconds. Naturally, the human won, though the fight was utterly unskilled. Panting, Duan Qing looked at Steelheart’s twisted, suppressed laughter and asked seriously:

“Is this the kind of monster new players fight? Don’t tell me you brought me here just because you thought I was better looking than you. Though, I admit, I am quite handsome…”

“No, no, no. I see something special in you, like hidden potential. Maybe you’d surprise me with a sudden sky-descending palm strike or something. A mere frog could never defeat you…”

Duan Qing stared straight at him, then suddenly pointed forward with his left hand. “How dare you laugh at me? That’s unforgivable. I challenge you to a duel!”

Steelheart gaped. “…What are you trying to do?”

Duan Qing relaxed. “Come on, just a little sparring. I want to feel the combat in this game. How can you learn without fighting a bit?”

“Are you sure?” Steelheart put away his smile. “I’m only level six, but…”

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, then took a small wooden shield from his back. “Alright, no weapons for me. I’ll just block with the shield. Go ahead, attack.”

He slowly moved to the middle of the dirt road and grinned. “I’ll show you the charm of this game.”

Duan Qing smiled too.

The last rays of sunset bathed the two adversaries standing opposite each other, evoking the air of a duel between masters—until the next moment shattered that mood.

“Ahhhhh!” Duan Qing shouted, gripping his sword, and charged forward with a wild roar. He swung his full strength in a downward slash aimed at Steelheart’s face.

“Clang!” The sound rang sharply. Duan Qing staggered back a few steps and then fell to the ground. Opposite him, Steelheart withdrew his shield arm and reset his blocking stance. “Normally, the effect wouldn’t be this obvious, but your strength is definitely much lower than mine. So… that’s what blocking does.”

Hmm, strength difference and recoil damage… very scientific.

Duan Qing brushed dust off his clothes and stood up as Steelheart encouraged him, “Don’t lose heart, young player. Try attacking a couple more times.”

“Hmph, I don’t need your pep talk.” Duan Qing stepped forward and swung again, but this time he held back his strength.

The wooden shield made the same crisp blocking sound. This time, Duan Qing didn’t lose his balance; his short sword was pushed back by the recoil along with his arm.

Gritting his teeth, Duan Qing struck again, only to be repelled once more.

Strike two, three, four… After several clangs, the shield finally gave way under his persistence. But Duan Qing stopped—he maintained his swing posture but could no longer muster the energy.

Behind the shield, Steelheart grinned. “Blocking consumes stamina. Except for some special moves, stamina consumption is generally related to strength. But…”

He stepped forward, shoved Duan Qing backward, and took a ready stance. “Your stamina must be draining faster than mine, so you can’t do anything now. If I were using a weapon, you’d already be dead.”

So that’s how stamina works… interesting.

Duan Qing wiped sweat from his forehead and replied, “I can still move!”

“Of course. Just catch your breath for a bit, and your stamina bar will recover. So… hey, do you want to keep going?”

“Enough talk. Bring it on!” Duan Qing shouted and charged again.

Steelheart glanced at the sinking sun and smirked. Once night fell, they wouldn’t have the leisure to keep practicing here.

“Let’s have you try one last time.”

The man before him charged boldly as if for the first time. Steelheart shook his head but kept a serious expression, firmly holding his shield before his chest to teach this persistent newcomer a lesson.

But as the man reached him, Steelheart’s eyes narrowed sharply.

Forward step, stride, two large steps, then the man suddenly leapt forward, crossing the distance in a single bound. His short sword stabbed straight at Steelheart’s face.

Is that… a lunging thrust? Steelheart’s face grew serious as he raised his shield to block.

Duan Qing smiled to himself, hiding the gleam in his eyes. Suddenly, he withdrew from his forward stance and curled into a ball.

His body landed just in front of Steelheart’s feet and slid backward.

Momentum works in this world.

Confirming this thought, Duan Qing assumed a sliding tackle pose, sliding past Steelheart’s feet. Dust billowed from the dirt road. In a blur, a figure sprang up from the ground.

“Naïve!” Steelheart roared, turning with a shield bash.

Amid the dust, the sound of fist striking flesh rang out, followed by a muffled grunt. Duan Qing sprang up and performed a beautiful spinning kick, knocking Steelheart’s shield off to the side. Using the momentum, he stabbed toward an open gap in Steelheart’s chest.

This time, Steelheart staggered back several steps and knelt. He glanced at his health bar and clutched his chest, struggling to say, “That last move… was one of Wu Hao’s Six Shield-Breaking Techniques…”

“Just randomly used it. Don’t take it seriously.” Duan Qing stepped forward and helped him up. “Who’s Wu Hao? I don’t know him.”

“The famous shield-breaker. Because he summarized the techniques… Hey, you really…”

“I don’t know anything about that… whatever.” Duan Qing muttered, then looked up. “I could create my own ‘Qingshan Eight Techniques’ and go fool around with a couple of people, claiming some big banner…”

“You think being a master is that easy?”

“Very easy. These days, if you want fame, there are plenty of ways…”

They laughed and joked, and only then did Steelheart ask, “Alright, back to the point. How do you feel? Did you grasp any skills?”

“No system prompts at all. Looks like…”

“Don’t lose heart. You’ll definitely comprehend the basic skills later.” Steelheart smiled. “It’s probably because your attributes are too low right now. Attributes are most likely the key factor.”

Duan Qing thought for a moment and asked, “By the way, what were your starting attributes?”

“Let me see… I think it was something like 6, 4, 5, 5. Not exactly sure…”

“What? Your strength was 6?”

“Yeah, I’ve been… well, I’m just pretty strong.” Not wanting to share more, Steelheart countered, “What’s your current strength?”

“...4.”

“A bit low. Level up a few times, then try again.”

“Don’t make leveling sound like drinking water. I don’t believe you anymore…”

“Hey, it really is like drinking water… well, except for the later part… never mind, you’ll see.”

Since their discussion yielded no conclusion, Duan Qing’s first test of combat in “Free World” ended satisfactorily.

“It’s almost dark. Let’s head back,” Steelheart said.

Duan Qing didn’t answer but stood still. “You go find a place first. I want to study some more.”

“But the night is dangerous…”

“I know. I just want to try some things. I’ll catch up with you later.”

The western sky was a deep red as shadows gradually swallowed the surroundings. In the dim light, Duan Qing’s expression became obscure. Steelheart glanced at him but said nothing, turning back toward the path they came from.

“I’ll wait for you near the inn. If you don’t know where that is, just ask someone.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll return the short sword to you.”

“I told you it’s yours.” Steelheart waved his hand, his voice fading into the distance. “Do I look like a stingy person?”

Once Steelheart’s figure was hard to make out, Duan Qing slowly turned and walked toward a direction where many frogs still lingered. One of them, noticing his gaze as before, puffed its elastic chin and stared straight at him with a straightforward look.

“So…” Duan Qing muttered, “I don’t like owing people favors…”

His words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly dashed forward.

With a whoosh, Duan Qing reached the Wuha frog and abruptly halted. The shock of extreme motion and stillness struck his body simultaneously. He raised both hands and stepped forward with a foot. The short blade became difficult to discern in the dusk, but in that swing, a cold gleam still sliced through the air.

The powerful slash traced a line from one side of the frog’s head to the other side of its body. Moments later, a splash of blood erupted along the cut.

The sticky skin that had previously provided extraordinary protection against slashes failed this time.

The frog was sliced cleanly, flying into the air while croaking wildly, limbs flailing as if struggling. Yet its efforts only turned its big mouth from facing upward to downward, twisting its body halfway.

Before it could land, a shadow appeared behind it.

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