Chapter 46: Sword Style of the Central Guoshu Institute (1/2)

Chapter 46: Sword Style of the Central Guoshu Institute

Creak! Just as Wang Chao put down the phone, the door to his room opened up. Zhang Tong came walking in with a thermos bottle before giving a meaningful look to the nurse.

The nurse stared at Wang Chao with some surprise for a moment as if thinking that Zhang Tong was the mistress nursing a young gigolo before giving a wink and walking out. Wang Chao’s lip twitched as if he wanted to explain but instead explaining, he gave a smile.

“Feeling better? The doctors said that the cut on your back had nearly struck the spine. If it was serious enough, then you would be paralyzed from the waist up and would be confined to the bed your entire life.” Zhang Tong pulled up a chair and twisted open the thermos to pour some hot soup for him and placing some food on the table.

“I’m feeling fine, well better than yesterday. The doctors always love to exaggerate so they can scare out even more money from people. There’s no need to listen to them.” Wang Chao sat up and shook his arm, but he didn’t feel as much pain from when he woke up.

“Is that right.” Zhang Tong had a gentle smile before handing a pair of chopsticks to him, “This some of the specialized medicinal cuisine I’ve ordered along with some black-boned chicken and ginseng soup. Your body was already quite well, so it shouldn’t take long to heal.”

Suddenly feeling hungry, Wang Chao nodded his head and picked up the chopsticks. “Ah, it smells great.” Then with gusto, Wang Chao quickly finished off the three plates and soup on the table.”

After seeing Wang Chao finish the meal, Zhang Tong called out for a nurse to come and clean up the plates and bowl.

“Ah, leave the chopsticks here please.” Zhang Tong suddenly spoke out as the nurse was cleaning up.

After the nurse had left, Zhang Tong walked over to the sink and began to wash the chopsticks under the faucet. After wiping them off, she handed one of the sticks to Wang Chao and kept the other.

“What are you doing?” Wang Chao asked in confusion.

“If a martial artist is confined to the bed and doesn’t exercise, then their blood vessels will become rigid. After several days, the effects would be disastrous. Your back has a heavy wound, but your arms are fine, so I’ll help you practice.” Zhang Tong laughed in the same manner as a mischievous woman giving a wink.

“Help me practice?” Wang Chao looked at the stick in his hand. Zhang Tong had already sat on the bed, and with a rapid movement of her hand, the chopstick had been like a poisonous snake flying out of its hole and stabbed Wang Chao on the wrist!

“Fast!” Wang Chao blanched as he saw the chopstick in Zhang Tong’s hand fly at him with a deadly precision. Quickly responding, he brought the chopstick up in his own hand to block.

What he didn’t expect to see was Zhang Tong’s chopstick to intertwine with his own. Almost like stirring up water, the chopstick came down with a motion that made Wang Chao feel like he was about to lose his grip on his own stick.

“My god!” Wang Chao sighed out his admirations mentally as he tried to clenched the chopstick so that it wouldn’t fall from his hand. But because of Zhang Tong’s swift and consecutive movements, his wrist was stabbed into.

“I’ve told you before I know the art of the sword.” Zhang Tong smiled, “There are thirteen powers to a sword: whip, deflect, block, strike, stab, poke, burst, stir, brush, press, and chop. What I just did was the burst, poke, and stir. If you haven’t learned how to use a sword, then you naturally wouldn’t be able to block it.”

“Ah, which style of sword did you learn?” Wang Chao asked with interest.