Plague Swamp Base.
In the ring in the training hall, Ren was sparring with the fighter named Mike. The wind was blowing, the punches were hitting the flesh, and the fight was extremely fierce.
Under the ring, the melon-eating crowd cheered enthusiastically and clapped their hands.
At this moment, at the entrance of the training hall, three young people in gorgeous clothes, two men and one woman, walked into the training hall.
Their attire is incompatible with the people in the training hall.
The three of them are obviously more like the group of distinguished young masters and ladies living in the "Machine City" than the low-level hunters.
When the hunters saw the three of them, no one paid them any attention.
They know very well that this kind of nationwide hunting operation is an opportunity for hunters to make a lot of money. But for those young men and ladies from big families who don't have to worry about food and clothing, it's just a "outing trip" that they are forced to go out because of the rules of the "Glory City".
... .
Even after entering the room, the face of the woman in smart clothing was covered with a red gauze scarf.
This is a habit only possessed by some imperial aristocratic ladies, because they feel that vulgar commoners are not qualified to see their appearance. It seems that being looked at by poor people is a kind of blasphemy against their aristocratic status.
"Brother, what's so good about this camp training hall? The really powerful liars have all gone hunting. How many of them can be found in the camp..."
The masked woman looked very bored and pulled the sleeve of the young man in black next to her.
After a pause, a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes, and she suggested: "How about we sneak out and hunt for wilderness?"
The young man in black glanced at his sister angrily and said, "Feiya, don't think so much... If Mother knows that you want to sneak out of the base, I will have to put you in solitary confinement and you won't even be able to reach the Mechanical City." Get down!"
After a pause, he added: "Also, don't underestimate the liars in Glory City. Didn't the teacher say that the liars here have been wandering in the wilderness all year round, and they all have a ruthless spirit. They His martial arts skills may not be very good, but he has honed many practical killing moves in actual combat. It is rare for us to leave the imperial capital and visit this glorious city where martial arts flourish. Seeing more and gaining insights will be helpful to hone our own martial arts. ..”
"Hmph! It's boring~"
The masked woman disagreed and said: "I have mastered [Ten Hands] now, and [Arashi Kiri] and [Fengxing] are about to start. Among the first-level fighters, who can beat me? Look at these low-level fighters. The crude martial arts skills of the hunter are not as good as practicing them in the training room."
"..."
Hearing this, the young man in black shook his head.
He was about to say something when the other white-faced young man next to him smiled and said: "Brother Wumu, what Junior Sister Feiya said is actually right. The fighters in this training hall are all ordinary disciples of major martial arts halls. Not even a registered disciple, the level is really limited. Not to mention the secret martial arts, there are not even many people in the elite martial arts club... "
Having said this, he looked at the masked girl next to him again, a bit of flattery flashed in his eyes, and then continued: "For a fighting genius like Junior Sister Feiya, these crude moves naturally don't have much merit. Look. It doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it…”
The girl in red seemed to benefit from what she heard. She raised her snow-white neck slightly and said arrogantly: "Humph, that's right!"
"..."
The young man in black named Umu shook his head and said nothing more.
... .
This white-faced young man is none other than the eldest son of the Winster family, the head of the five major families in the "Glory City", August Winster.
He was also the guy who was whipped before for trying to extract a confession from Ren.
If it weren't for the fact that the Winster family always went to prison to pick up people and sent him here to participate in land reclamation, he would still be in prison at this moment.
Of course, there is a deeper meaning.
Asking August to come also means keeping company.
Because the identities of the two brothers Feiya and Umu are very special. They are the eldest son and daughter of the president of the Omar government-run chamber of commerce "Sunflower Chamber of Commerce"!
... .
The young man in black robe named Wumu ignored his sister and August and walked directly to the ring where the competition was taking place.
He stared at Ren and Mike who were fighting fiercely on the stage, his eyes flickered, and he whispered softly: "Sure enough, the fighters who have been hunting in the wilderness all year round are much more ruthless than the brothers in the gym... . This kind of discussion can be regarded as a real battle."
Because it was a gambling fight, Mike on the stage did not stop. He was fierce with fists and kicks, as fierce as a grinning tiger.
This is completely different from the polite and aristocratic sparring at the Imperial Capital Martial Arts Hall.
Rough and harsh, but closer to actual combat.
Wu Muruo had some realization: "Is this what the teacher wants me to see..."
The brother refused to leave, and the masked girl was forced to watch the competition in the ring.
She only glanced at it a few times and said disdainfully: "Hmph, [Tiger Fist] is like this, what's so good about it?"
And August also responded at the right time: "Indeed, Junior Sister Feiya has almost mastered the secret art of [Cannon Fist]. There is really nothing to see in this kind of advanced martial arts."
Wu Mu looked at this young man, Winston, who wanted to pursue his own girl, and pursed his lips.
The family is also well-known, although they are a bit glib, but there is not much to say.
He just shook his head and said: "Although their martial arts level is not high, their keen intuition and basic martial arts skills honed in actual combat are definitely worth learning."
The masked girl obviously didn't listen and snorted coldly, "Humph... I don't think they have any place for me to learn."
Wumu didn't say much and watched the competition on the ring seriously.
Suddenly, he seemed to have caught something different, and asked his sister next to him, "Fea, who do you think will win between the two on the stage?"
"It must be the big guy who knows [Tiger Fist]!"
The masked girl said without hesitation: "He is so big and tall, and is a natural fighter. At the same level, he has an absolute advantage in strength and other things. There is no way that guy wearing a mask can win..."
Wumu raised his eyebrows slightly, "But I think... the guy wearing the crow mask has a better chance of winning?"
"How can it be?"
When the masked girl heard this, her face showed some surprise.
Although he didn't like his brother's meddling in things, after all, his brother was recognized by his teachers as a once-in-a-century fighting genius, and his vision was certainly good.
She looked at Ren's body carefully, blinked and said, "The one wearing the mask is so much smaller, brother, do you think he will win?"
Wumu obviously looked more carefully, then pointed at Ren and said: "Didn't you see that even though the fight was so fierce, the guy in the crow mask didn't mess up his breathing and footwork? In this case, he is either too familiar with the opponent's attack routine. , or he still has some energy left."
The masked girl didn't see anything strange and said disapprovingly: "Tch~ Why didn't I see it? I could tell that he didn't dare to confront the big man head-on. He obviously knew that he couldn't match his strength and could only rely on wandering to consume it... . ”
"Look carefully."
Wumu carefully observed the breathing rate of Ren's chest on the ring, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and said: "You haven't noticed that both of them are obviously following the fierce path of [Martial Arts Master], but that Dai Dai How much longer is the breath of the guy in the mask? It feels like his breathing method is more like a lineage of inherited [Qigong masters]... "
The masked girl glanced at it and said quietly: "A hunter of this level is not as powerful as you said. Brother, you are thinking too much..."
Among a group of rookies, if you pick one who is not that good, isn’t he still a rookie
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"Hahaha... Mike, didn't you say you were going to beat Dr. Lane's ass? Why haven't you finished it yet?"
"Tsk, tsk, Dr. Lane's evasion skills have also improved a lot, and he can actually be entangled with Mike for so long."
"Hehe... [Tiger Fist] is ferocious, but you have to be able to hit people even if you charge it up. Without the coordination of sudden movement, it will be difficult for Mike to win..."
"..."
The game is fast paced.
The melon-eating crowd in the audience also started talking and cheering.
... .
Renn on the stage was also breathing heavily due to the fierce struggle. He looked at Mike, who was accumulating power, and turned his eyes, but he was thinking in his heart: "If this guy can't hit again, he will probably be exhausted..."
[Tiger Fist] is powerful and can consume a lot of fighting energy.
The few missed punches just now made Mike gasp for breath.
After the fight was over, Ren knew that if he continued to avoid it, Mike would definitely lose this fight.
Ten points of contribution didn't matter to him, but to real low-level hunters like Mike, it was just a day or two's reward for the guard mission, and the loss was quite painful.
Thinking that if the water flows slowly, there will be people to accompany him to discuss in the future. As usual, Renn deliberately exposed a flaw and rushed forward. Then he was punched in the chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
His acting skills became more and more proficient, and no one noticed anything strange.
Ren vomited blood and fell to the ground, and quickly admitted defeat: "No fight, no fight... Mike, you win!"
When he surrendered, he did not forget to complain deliberately: "Damn it... couldn't you be gentler?"
With such a degree of injury, he looked like he was vomiting blood, but for him, it was just a matter of a recovery potion.
Mike finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his ten-point contribution was finally saved.
He helped Renn up, patted his shoulder, smiled and said with concern: "Haha... Doctor Renn, are you okay?"
Seeing that Ren stood up without any problem, the guy said in a cowardly manner: "If I had known you would get beaten today, I have reserved a bed in the hospital for you, just go directly..."
Ren rolled his eyes, "Let me practice for two more days, and I'll beat you to a pig's head next time!"
"Yo... I'm waiting for you!"
With a winner's smile on his face, Mike said proudly: "If nothing else, I'll buy you the wine today! After all, we won ten points..."
The melon-eating crowd also enjoyed hearing it and laughed.
As expected, Dr. Lane, who is addicted to food, lost again.
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In the audience, the masked girl looked at Mike and seemed to have won.
"Haha, brother, you guessed it wrong!"
She cheered and cheered: "The guy wearing the mask lost! The difference in strength, movement and skills can indeed make up some of it. But this style of fighting results in a low error tolerance. He only needs one punch and he loses." ..”
"..."
Um looked at Ren on the ground, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
He felt that the guy wearing the mask shouldn't have lost, but he did.
Maybe, I really think too much
In the low-level hunter class, there shouldn't be that kind of particularly powerful being.
At this time, the masked girl looked at the crowd who was cheering on her, and raised the flying microphone like a champion, with a look of eagerness flashing in her eyes.
Her competitive spirit was also aroused, and she suggested: "Brother, how about we also go on stage and try it?"