On the clearing.
Chen Fan held the spear in his hand. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt full of arrogance at this moment, completely different from the feeling when he held a bow and arrow.
Zhang Ren frowned as he looked at Chen Fan's hands holding the gun.
However, Chen Fan had never practiced with a gun, so it was understandable that he did not know how to hold it.
"Spearmanship is easy to learn but difficult to master," he said slowly, with his hands behind his back. "Easy learning is easy to understand. Even a novice, facing the enemy and holding a three-meter-long gun in his hand, will not be too scared in his heart. Just follow the instinct, just stab the spear out.
It is difficult to master because the gun is too long, especially the big gun, which is at least twice the height of a person, or even four or five meters. Do you know what this means?"
Chen Fan subconsciously shook his head.
"Leverage," Zhang Ren spit out two words. "If you regard your left hand as the fulcrum, then your right hand and the gun head are the two ends of the lever. The gun head is a laborious lever. The longer the gun, the more obvious the leverage. In this case, even if your strength surpasses others, and your skills are not as good as yours, you will still be beaten by people who are less powerful than you. If you don't believe me, I will use the strength of ordinary people to compete with you. Of course, if the difference between the two parties is two small realms, or one big realm, it will be different," he added.
"I believe," Chen Fan said seriously.
He is not stupid.
He hasn't even unlocked the [Basic Marksmanship] yet, just like others, and it's very likely that he's a master with a spear to compare marksmanship, isn't it…
Thinking of this, he suddenly trembled!
Wait a minute!
He seems to have found a way to quickly improve his marksmanship proficiency.
That's right, it's to compete with Zhang Ren!
Zhang Ren doesn't know how to shoot arrows, and it seems that there is no way to learn from this thing? Even if they can learn from each other, it is still him bullying others.
But marksmanship is different. It seems feasible to get rid of the gun head and fight against each other?
Zhang Ren naturally didn't know what Chen Fan was thinking. Seeing Chen Fan's honest attitude, he nodded slightly and continued: "Not only physical fitness, but also understanding. I know that your martial arts talent is very high. The moon stick is a sword for a lifetime, and some people can beat those who have practiced for a year after practicing for one month. Shooting doesn't work."
He stared at Chen Fan, obviously these words were hitting him. "No matter how talented a player is, it is impossible to quickly master advanced spear skills. As long as the method is right, the person who has practiced longer than you is better than you."
Chen Fan nodded honestly.
Maybe so.
But he doesn't have to worry about that at all...
As long as he practices repeatedly, his proficiency will gradually increase. It is really not difficult to quickly develop advanced spear skills.
"The last point," Zhang Ren emphasized, "is what you need to pay special attention to next. Wang Ping and the others are still making this mistake until now. The way you hold the gun now, what you think in your heart is to hold the gun. Hit the gun straight up and down, or swing it horizontally? These actions can be used, but they cannot be used frequently."
"Ah?" Chen Fan was taken aback; he remembered what Zhang Ren said earlier, among the basic marksmanship moves, there are chopping, smashing, and so on.
"Because the gun is not only long but also heavy. Once it deviates from the center line, it is difficult to quickly return to the center by brute force. The key point of marksmanship is to hold the center line. The beast is better. If your opponent is a human, then his width is only twenty a little more than a centimeter. That is to say, if your gun head deviates ten centimeters from the center line, it will not cause any harm at all, and if the gun head deviates ten centimeters, your hand may only deviate by one or two centimeters."
Chen Fan took a deep breath; this is probably a big mistake?
"So, the movement track of the gun tip on the coronal plane should be arc-shaped, which is the so-called 'gun circle.' This is counter-intuitive, and it takes a lot of practice to remember it. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh." Chen Fan nodded repeatedly. "It's useless to say it with your mouth, you have to remember it in your heart."
Zhang Ren snorted coldly. "Then let's start officially."
The first is the most basic, the preparation pose.
Chen Fan's feet are shoulder-width apart, his body is naturally upright, his eyes are fixed on the front, and the spear is firmly held in his hand.
"So-so," Zhang Ren nodded. He walked to the front, with an extra gun in his hand, and began to demonstrate the basic movements.
Thrust.
Meet.
Intercept.
Slash.
Stabbing.
Strike.
and the final closing of the gun.
Wang Pingping, who was not far away, looked a little sad.
Because Zhang Ren didn't demonstrate so many movements at all when he demonstrated them.
Just stab forward.
After closing the gun at the end, a line of small words finally appeared on the skill bar.
[Basic Marksmanship: Level 0 (0.1%)]
Chen Fan let out a breath.
It was really not easy to wield this 20-pound gun. Just a set of movements made him sweat a little, but he was still far from the limit.
Additionally, the weight of the gun body may be a contributing factor. After a set of movements, the proficiency increased by 0.1%. If he had used the ten-pound gun before, it might have been only about half.
"It seems that you need to practice 1,000 times to advance to one level," Chen Fan thought, full of motivation.
"Continue."
Right at this moment, Zhang Ren's voice sounded again.
Once, twice, three times...
Zhang Ren put away his gun, turned around, and looked at Chen Fan. "Well, just practice like this, practice it thousands of times, and form muscle memory; consider it an introduction."
"Then, Baji spear technique?" Chen Fan whispered.
"Still a long way to go," Zhang Ren glanced at him, then looked into the distance. "Practice here first, I'll go over there and have a look."
"Yes, Uncle Zhang."
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath. It seems that the prerequisites for the [Eight Great Spear Technique] are not low?
Even so, he has no intention of using the experience points on [Basic Marksmanship].
Isn't it hundreds of times?
Even if it is tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times, he still has the motivation to persevere.
Prepare, stab, meet...strike, close the gun.
Every movement is full of concentration, every movement strives to be in place, not daring to relax in the slightest, otherwise, no proficiency will be added.
After such a set of movements, almost half a minute passes.
Ten minutes pass, and he feels a little strained.
Half an hour later, he is soaked in sweat.
An hour later, he seems to have bathed in water, and his whole body is soaked.
Wang Pingping and others have long been dumbfounded.
Although they practice guns for an hour, the movements are not that difficult at all, and the guns they use only weigh six or seven catties.
After standing up, Chen Guodong and Liu Yong, who also started to practice guns, were also stunned.
Gao Yang wiped the sweat from his eyes, looked at Chen Fan who was still practicing repeatedly, then at Zhang Ren, and subconsciously asked, "Has Xiaofan been working so hard all this time? Has it been more than an hour?"
Zhang Ren took a look and said slowly, "That's right, he's always been like this."
In an instant, everyone was silent.
The soreness and soreness on his body seemed to disappear at this moment.
Two hours passed, Chen Fan was so tired that he was out of breath, and his arms seemed to weigh a thousand catties. Due to the out-of-shape movements, he did not increase his proficiency by much.
The good news is that during this period, as his movements became more familiar, his proficiency gradually increased from 0.1% to 0.15%, and then to 0.2%.
He looked at the skill bar:
[Basic Marksmanship: Level 0 (35.6%)]
"It's still halfway there?" Chen Fan sighed inwardly. According to his current calculation of 0.2% each time, he still needs to practice 322 times, nearly three hours.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. No, he seemed to be a bit lost in authority.
Obviously, he can progress faster.