There is only one reason for fighting against subordinates who are weaker than themselves, and that is to teach. But at this time, Rodger didn't expect this at all. He only thought about how to defeat the leader, or at least lose beautifully and not be embarrassed.
A group of people followed Safrot to a closed door and looked at the words on the door: Middle Hall.
"Where is this place?" Rodger asked curiously.
"You'll find out when you go in." As he said this, Safrot opened the door and was the first to walk in. This atrium is a large room, perhaps about the same size as the hall downstairs, but there are no tables or chairs here. , there are no furnishings, just weapons on the four walls.
"Is this a weapons arsenal?" Clough curiously approached the wall and reached out to touch the strange weapons. Many of them he had never seen before, so he didn't know how to hold or use them. .
"No, this is the martial arts competition hall used by the great elder to teach children." Watt also followed. He has entered this place many times, but every time he came in excitedly, and then left disappointed, sometimes For yourself and sometimes for others.
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"So I am a child today?" Rodger naturally felt uncomfortable when he heard what Watt said. Although he is not ancient, he is at least nearly a thousand years old. As for using the word "child" to describe him!
"You'll know if you are right in a moment." Watt didn't argue with him. He knew that the results would be the most convincing later.
"Of course not!" Rodger said firmly.
"Then let's give it a try!" Safrot said calmly, walked straight to the inside of the hall, turned around and faced Rodger who was not far behind him. He felt that standing here he seemed to have returned to the past, that peaceful and lifeless life.
But the current life is the real life for him, so even if he does it again, he will make the same choice, and then walk on the same road, and finally stand here, "No weapons, you attack first, start!"
His tone was natural and calm, but the group of people opposite just felt that just meeting his gaze had made them small and fragile. They were all beating in their hearts. Fortunately, this competition did not require weapons, otherwise maybe they would There will be one less teammate to face ten clans of light together.
"How can we attack without weapons?" But Rodger stood stupidly in protest.
"I don't let you use weapons because I want you to understand your vulnerability more clearly." Saffrot smiled slightly and looked at the child in front of him, "The reasons why our vampires are stronger than humans can be classified into three aspects. One is speed. , the second is strength, and the third is consciousness, or spiritual power. In a real killing, any of these three aspects can play a winning role, such as..." Safrot disappeared before he finished speaking. He disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind Rodger, "This is speed. If we attack you at this speed, how will you deal with it?"
"I..." Rodger was stunned, his face darkened, and he didn't know how to answer.
"As for strength..." Saffrot looked around, "This is not suitable. Let's try another place next time."
"What about consciousness?" This is what Rodger is interested in, because someone once said to him that strength in consciousness is truly strong. If you can control the other party's consciousness, then no matter how strong the other party is, They will all become your servants and be enslaved by you.
"Consciousness..." Safrot paused. After all, this kind of thing is difficult to explain and difficult to teach. This is where the real ability lies. "This is difficult to teach and cannot be taught. It is combined with your soul. Your soul is only as strong as your soul, and it’s not a power you can get by just practicing, so you’d better not waste time on it.”
"Yes!" Rodger responded softly, but in his heart he was not as obedient as he said.
"Then let's start! You attack." Saffrot moved and had already stepped back three steps, waiting for Rodger's first blow.
"Okay!" Speaking of the competition, Rodger has been looking forward to it for a long time. He has been waiting since the first day from Safrot to Luoyue, but the result is that he has waited until now, so no matter what he says now, He would not be merciful, he wished he could let Safrot know how strong he was, the strong man of Luoyue, with just one blow.
The bystanders all retreated to the wall at the door, watching the figure of Rodger rushing out like the wind. They were all looking forward to it. As for what they were looking forward to, they were not so clear, but their eyes followed Rodger closely. Your figure does not move away for a second.
"How is this speed?" Seeing Safrot approaching, Rodger punched triumphantly. The choice was not a critical one. Anyway, what he wanted to prove now was what Safrot wanted him to learn. speed.
"Not so good!" Feeling the impact of his fist, before Rodger could shout successfully, Saffrot's voice had already come from above his head. As for why the voice came from above when he was clearly right in front of him. Rodger couldn't understand it for half a second, but when he felt the sense of failure coming from his fist, he took a step forward at a speed that seemed to outsiders to be a He dodged instead of taking a real step, but it was too late. There was a heavy blow on his head, and then came Saffrot's calm words, "If this is a sword, then you have disappeared."
"I..." Rodger was stunned, having no idea how everything happened.
"When you take action, you can't just look ahead, or where the opponent is. Maybe it's just an afterimage left after the speed has passed an extreme point, just like me just now, so you have time to use your own eyes. I will also lie to you." Safrot said and backed away again. Rodger waved his hand and attacked again. This time, in addition to looking at his opponent, he also remembered to observe his surroundings. But when he punched or palmed, even what his fingertips touched was still the afterimage of Saffrot, without any reality, and his shots missed several times. Finally, while speeding up his attacks, he asked, "Why did I pay attention?" Is the surrounding area still useless?"
"Because you still used your eyes." Saffrot smiled with a relaxed tone, as if it didn't take any effort on his part to dodge Rodger so quickly.
"What can I use if I don't use my eyes?" As soon as the question came out, Rodger knew what he should use, so he simply closed his eyes. Anyway, everything he saw with his eyes was a shadow, or afterimage. If you don't look at it, it won't affect you. .
"It seems you are not too stupid, hahaha~"
Rodger felt Safrot's chuckle coming from the front left, jumped up and rushed there, but the result was the same as before, he still didn't touch anything, not even Safrot's There are no clothes.
"The sound doesn't work either?" Rodger asked puzzledly.
"So you haven't understood yet, alas!" Saffrot sighed helplessly, "If there is an afterimage, then there is no falsetto? Now listen again, where am I?"
As a result, Rodger heard the voices coming from all directions, and couldn't help but open his eyes and saw Safrot standing in front of him, "You..."
"Now that using your ears doesn't work, what are you going to do?" Saffrot asked with a smile.
"There's no need for anything!" Rodger felt like he was being tricked and felt unhappy, so he just hit him wherever he wanted, and the result was a mess. Everyone saw Safrot appear in front of Rodger for a moment, tapping his finger lightly on the opponent's heart, and then appearing next to Rodger, his fingertips gently grazing the opponent's aorta. , from beginning to end, is just a small game, or a big farce, Rodger plays the clown being played from beginning to end.
"No… "
"If your eyes are blind and your ears are deaf, can you really just let others slaughter you?" Seeing that Rodger was about to give up, Saffrot interrupted Rodger just right. Negative words.
"I... of course not!" Rodger was naturally not a person willing to admit defeat.
"Then what else can you use?" Saffrot walked slowly and slowly around Rodger, flashing forward and back.
"Feeling?" Rodger finally thought of this.
"Yes, feeling! You can use it to feel the opponent's presence and location, and then attack directly, and the attack point must be accurate. If you want to kill him, then don't hit the place where it will not kill you. If you just want to let If he can't walk, then don't hit his hands or legs. It's best to attack his ankles directly." Saffrot taught like a teacher bit by bit. Of course, he was not just teaching Rodger. He was also present. Everyone in the country, as long as they have not yet enlightened in this regard, have benefited a lot. Even Elkende nodded slightly.
"Feeling? Isn't that consciousness? Didn't you tell me not to waste time on consciousness?" Unexpectedly, Rodger retorted like this.
"Consciousness? So you think of this as consciousness, hahaha~" Saffrot couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny, isn't it?" Rodger said unhappily. But at this time, he is no longer as random and attacking as before. At least now he knows where Saffrot is. Although he is a little bit worse every time, he is at least improved compared to before. , and it’s still a big step.
"This is just a feeling, if you are conscious, it is like this!" As he said this, Safrot suddenly jumped in front of Rodger, got close to Rodger, and was almost nose to nose, "I tell you, you lost! "
"I... lost!" Although Rodger has the habit of never admitting defeat, at this moment, he obediently said these three words to Safrot. As for the reason, everyone present expressed doubts. .
"How was it? What did that feel like just now?" Saffrot retracted his sword-like gaze, stepped back, and stood face to face with Rodger.
"Safrot... Chief... did you use hypnosis on me just now... or..." Rodger couldn't explain what it felt like. There was a voice in his soul saying, "I lost! I lost!"
While repeating it, Rodger just listened to the soul's decision, and then said these three words that he never intended to say in his life.
"This is consciousness. Some people say it is hypnosis. In fact, hypnosis is just a general name given by humans. Among our vampires, it is called consciousness control. Of course, this is not something that just anyone can do. You are here When doing this, your consciousness must first be stronger than the other person's. After all, it is you who enters the other person's soul with your own soul, and then gives orders to his soul. If your soul is not as strong as his, then you are in his territory. If you go up, you will be trampled to death, or swallowed by the opponent's consciousness." Safrot said, turning his backhand to the audience in front of the door, especially the members of Luoyue, "So everyone is not conscious enough. It’s best not to do this if you’re too powerful, otherwise you’ll die.”
"Yes! Leader!" The members of Luoyue nodded one by one and accepted the order. As for the members of the Dark Side, they naturally did not accept the order so respectfully. They just nodded thoughtfully to express their agreement.
"Okay! That's the end of today's competition!" With that, Saffrot turned to Rodger, "What do you think of this competition?"
"Thank you, chief!" Rodger said these four words seriously.
"Just learn something. Okay, it's getting late. Let's go downstairs to have a rest and prepare for the evening mission!" Captain Elkende greeted everyone with a smile.
"Safrot, wait!" Just as he was about to leave, Alphick suddenly stopped Safrot.
"What's the matter?" He has the most ordinary relationship with Safrot. Except for losing Safrot in the last bet, he has never taken the initiative to talk to Safrot.
"I want to ask you for something, is that okay?" Alphick asked with a smile.
"Elphick! What's wrong with you today? Why don't you look like you at all!" Dirrell on the side didn't forget to joke.
"It's none of your business!" Elphick turned back and glared at Dirrell, with a murderous look in his eyes. Dirrell hurriedly looked away and made a face at the other team members.
"What is it?" Saffrot was a little curious. He had something that Elphick liked, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there really was such a thing. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand. He instantly pulled out a long, slender sword with four edges, "It can't be my sword, can it?"
"No! That's it!" Alphick pointed, drawing everyone's attention to a long zigzag knife on the wall. Although the shape was a bit weird, it was still a good knife.
"It? If you want it, just take it." Saffrot stepped forward, took it off and threw it to Elphick.
"Thank you!" Alphick said sincerely.
"Actually, these were all brought up from the bottom of the valley. I don't know who originally collected them, but now there is no one at the bottom of the valley, so I asked people to put them here." As he said this, Saffrot found that many people present were Looking at the weapons on the wall in a daze, he said, "If you have any weapons you want, you can just take them."
"Really?" Some people didn't believe it.
"Really!" Saffrot laughed, "Weapons should be in people's hands, not in this library."
Finally, everyone chose a weapon they liked, then left the atrium and returned to the hall downstairs, waiting for the sun to set on the Western Mountain. (To be continued)