I Can Enhance My Talents Using Unlimited Skill Points

The sky just showed a little white.

Chen Yiming was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

In his mind, a villain kept practicing basic sword moves, unable to stop over and over again, and in the end he even practiced the incomplete mantis sword technique.

This is a trick and a half that he secretly learned when delivering food, and it is scattered and unsystematic.

"Is this the legendary cultivation method in a dream?"

He opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

At this moment, he didn't feel sleepy anymore, he lifted the quilt, picked up the wooden sword on the table, and practiced the incomplete version of the mantis and snake sword technique in his dream.

As soon as he raised his hand, he realized that the cultivation in his dream was real.

For the first time, he was able to completely reproduce the moves he had seen in his memory.

For the second time, he subconsciously combined his understanding of the basic sword moves to fill in the missing moves, and he created a whole set of magic-modified sword moves.

"This...is the modified version of the Mantis Sword Art, right?"

He didn't know the power of the randomly modified swordsmanship, but at least for now, he was able to use the ultimate move smoothly.

This made him more confident, so he practiced repeatedly several times, and didn't stop until his stomach croaked.

After the practice, he went to the bathroom to take a shower and change into clean clothes before going downstairs.

At this time, Chen's father and Chen's mother were already waiting for him. There was a bowl of hot noodles on the table, and there was a thick envelope next to it, which contained the student registration fee of 30,000 yuan.

Chen Ma picked up the envelope and stuffed it into his pocket, buttoned it up, and said:

"Put the money in first, don't forget it later."

Chen Yiming pulled a chair and sat down at the table, picked up the hot noodles with chopsticks, stuffed them into his mouth, and wiped out a large bowl of noodles in a few strokes.

Seeing him eating noodles, Father Chen couldn't help reminding:

"Eat slowly, be prudent and don't worry about things, don't worry too much about gains and losses during the test, even if you fail this time, it doesn't matter, the family hasn't reached the point where you can't even pay the registration fee, just try again next time. "

Seeing that his parents obviously had no confidence in him, Chen Yiming immediately put down the half-drinked noodle soup, picked up the wooden sword next to him, and was about to show them the power of the system.

Chen Ma quickly stopped his movements and took his hand:

"Your dad just can't say good things, don't be serious with him, don't waste your energy, save it for the test."

Chen Yiming thought that if he didn't show off his unique skills today, he would always have a bad breath in his heart, and his parents would always feel that he was bragging.

He directly picked up the chopsticks that were still stained with noodle soup, using the chopsticks as a long sword, and used the unnamed spiral-shaped killer move in the Mantis Sword Art.

The tail of the chopsticks, as if a thruster was added, spun and shot towards the big iron gate in front of the house.

bang! A loud noise shook the iron door back and forth.

There was a big hole in the center of the iron door, a piece of wood residue was scattered on the ground, and half of the chopsticks fell by the door and disappeared.

Chen's father and Chen's mother stood up in shock, and Chen Yiming was also startled by the movement.

This power is comparable to that of a pistol bullet. If it hits someone, it will kill you in one blow. Fortunately, there are no unlucky ghosts passing by the door.

"This... when did you become so powerful?"

Mother Chen's mind was buzzing. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that his son did it.

Her impression of her son's martial arts practice is still in the lame swordsmanship that is similar to radio gymnastics.

"The iron gate was directly pierced by the chopsticks. The swordsmanship taught in your school is so powerful?" Father Chen couldn't believe it.

He has seen Chen Yiming's friends plus the neighbor's children, practicing martial arts is like playing around, it is better to just hold a hammer.

"You should believe this."

Chen Yiming clenched his fists and pretended to be calm. In fact, he didn't know that it would be so powerful. He thought it would be enough to put a mark on it.

Chen Ma stepped forward and glanced out of the hole. The hole was big enough to fit a fist in, and she said distressedly:

"What can I do? Are there any shops that sell doors open now? With such a big hole, others can see the house from the outside."

"...Take a piece of paper and stick it on."

Chen Yiming faltered, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and broke down the door of the house in a hurry.

Father Chen followed and walked up, glanced at the hole, and suggested:

"The hole is right in the middle of the door. Or just install a cat's eye. Although it's a bit awkward and ugly, it's better than covering it with white paper."

...

The newborn sunshine illuminates the dim alleyways of the village in the city.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going out."

Chen Yiming got on his bicycle, turned a few turns along the small alleyway and drove onto the main road.

From the alleyway of the village in the city to the main road, he was stared at by many prying eyes, but no one dared to intercept him openly in broad daylight.

He saw that at many corners of the alleyway, refugees had already set up tents and settled down, with all pots and pans, and a family huddled in a corner.

Refugees dare not set up tents to live on the main road, because the main road is patrolled by city patrols, and if they are caught, they will be driven out of the city.

Along the main road, every street has an intermediary that distributes job recruitment leaflets, recruiting those who really can't survive, and pulling them out of the city to do high-risk jobs such as porters and transporters.

But now there are very few inquirers. It may be that the war has just begun, and each family still has a lot of surplus food, and it is not yet time to desperately survive.

He rode all the way, passing the city park square.

In the center of the square, there was a ring more than ten meters long and wide. On it, a young girl in yellow fir and a young man in white were competing with swords. The surroundings were crowded with young people watching.

This is a place where you usually take a walk after dinner, but since the war started in the west, few people have come to the park.

Chen Yiming couldn't help being a little curious, thinking that there was still plenty of time for registration, so he rode his bike onto the square to join in the fun.

With the experience of practicing swords in his dream last night, he became more and more interested in learning secretly. It was rare for him to encounter a public sword competition. I have never fought against others, and I urgently need to learn from others' experience.

He parked his bicycle in an open space and locked it, ensuring that he was always in his sight.

Now that the world is in turmoil, there are many more thieves than usual. If there is a thief stealing a car, he can find it in time.

When he came to the edge of the ring, he happened to see the Huangshan girl, holding a green long sword, performing a set of footwork that changes from reality to reality.

The field was full of yellow and green figures, appearing behind the boy in white for a moment, appearing beside him in the next moment, and appearing behind him again when the boy in white turned around.

The boy in white was hit from all directions, front, back, left, and right, so he could only defend with his sword horizontally, trying to predict the attack route of the Huangshan girl as much as possible.

However, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose. The Huangshan girl caught the messy footsteps of the boy in white, and when he couldn't turn around in time, she hit his sword hand with a sword, and the long sword fell to the ground instantly.

The boy in white didn't give up and wanted to change his boxing skills to continue the competition, but his boxing skills were obviously far inferior to his sword skills. As soon as he raised his hand to his throat, he was blocked by a green long sword and couldn't move.

Seeing the defeat of the boy in white, the young people around burst into cheers.

Obviously Huangshan girl is very popular, and many young people around are her fans.