What catches the eye is muscles, muscles, and more muscles.
Leon swallowed with a grunt and raised his head.
The person who opened the door was a strong man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall. His arms were as thick as tree stumps and his shoulders were as solid as tires. His skeleton was expanded and his body was filled with rock-like muscles, like an iron tower.
Leon noticed that the strong man had a naked upper body, and sweat was dripping down his body. The sweat was evaporating faintly on the surface of his body, forming a layer of light white mist. A huge body temperature emanated from the strong man, and Leon felt a huge heat wave radiating towards his petite self, like a magnetic field full of oppression and majesty.
Suddenly, Leon felt that he was about to lose his balance. He tensed his waist and puffed out his chest, and his whole body froze in place.
"Why are you standing there? Come in."
It was not obvious before because of the door between them, but now the two of them were talking face to face. Leon could only feel the rumbling of thunder above his head.
The sound like a subwoofer made my eardrums numb.
Damn it!
Is this fucking dusk
A member of the Crossbow School, known for its lithe movements
You’re kidding!
Leon took a deep breath and raised his head. He forced an ugly smile on his handsome face: "Sir, I'm so sorry. I may have gone to the wrong place. I'm so sorry..."
"Was it the wrong place?"
The burly man opposite frowned: "Didn't you say you were from the Black Mountain Villa Archery Club? I'm a member too."
Feeling the other party's dissatisfaction, Leon's slender waist tightened even more: "Um...Excuse me, is this No. 29 Garden Street?"
"Yeah, isn't there a sign on it?"
The sturdy man answered confidently, then stretched out his strong hand to grab a handful of the upper edge of the door. He directly pulled off a metal nameplate, and the iron nails nailed into the wall flew out.
"Isn't this number 29, Garden Street?"
"It's clearly written on it."
He waved a hand-sized metal plate in front of Leon, on which was clearly written No. 29, Garden Street.
Then he reached out his hand again and slapped the edge of the door.
Peng!
After a loud noise, dust fell down.
There was a concave palm print on the cement wall above, and the metal nameplate was firmly stuck inside.
"Pfft..."
Leon spat. He opened his mouth too wide in shock and accidentally swallowed some dust.
"Yes... indeed. But..."
Leon took a look at the sturdy man's deep and strong face, wild gray hair, and unkempt beard. He couldn't connect him with the slender, handsome, and gentle Huang Wan. The difference was too big!
Under the other party's heavy gaze, Leon took out a photo from his arms, which was a full-length photo of Huanghun.
A standard overall image of a crossbow member.
"The person in this photo is the one I'm looking for. You don't seem to be..." He paused, "This photo shouldn't be you..."
"It's me."
The burly man in front of him looked at it and said affirmatively.
"Yeah?"
Leon looked like he didn't dare to question it at all.
"Yes." The sturdy man reached out and took the photo, comparing it with his own face and placed it on his chest: "At that time, I was still very thin."
"But..." Leon opened his mouth and was about to speak.
"Don't waste time, come in and talk."
A big hand came over with a bang. Although the crossbow arrow flow was known for its agility, Leon had no time to react. He only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and his shoulder was pinched by a big hand.
Then the whole person came into the house in an instant.
The door slammed shut.
Bang!
There seemed to be the sound of metal nameplates falling outside.
Lyon looked at the sturdy man in front of him who was two heads taller than him, and suddenly felt very insecure about his frail body.
"I hope, I hope the other party is really a member of the Crossbow School..."
"Otherwise, I'm screwed!"
The cold sweat on Leon's back had soaked his white shirt.
Fifteen minutes later, on the tan sofa in the living room.
Leon and Kasu sat opposite each other, one on the left and one on the right.
Kaxiu naturally crossed his legs, his huge body sunk into the sofa. He held a white porcelain cup in his hand, which looked like a small object compared to his sandbag-sized fist. Kaxiu put the white porcelain cup to his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.
The other side.
Leon, like a punching bag, huddled up in a ball, legs straight and together like a lady, sipping coffee, and occasionally looking up to peek at Kaxiu.
"bite."
The white porcelain cup that was drunk in one gulp was placed on the table.
Leon was frightened and trembled instinctively. Even though more than ten minutes had passed, he still hadn't recovered. Just now, Leon compared the photo with Kaxiu for a long time before he found the similarities in the eyebrows and outlines. He also checked the two marks on the surface of Kaxiu's broad palm, and then he was sure that it was indeed dusk.
Compared with the current Menghan.
When I took the photo, dusk was indeed very thin...
On the sofa, I could feel the eyes constantly peeking at me.
Kaxiu said calmly: "Don't be surprised. I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and I suffered a serious illness a few months ago. That's why I made up my mind to train myself to be healthy and not get sick. Otherwise, if I didn't die at the hands of the dark creatures, but died of illness instead, it would really be the greatest insult to Indian reporters..."
Kaxiu's serious nonsense made sense. Leon nodded in understanding, but it was still hard to accept. Because Kaxiu's body was not only healthy, but also strong like a bear.
It looked even more exaggerated than the high-level blood of the beasts and the transformation of the wild bear. It really looked like a heavy iron tower.
This seems to be... slightly... a little bit... incompatible with the overall image of the crossbow style. Well, the painting style is in two different dimensions.
Leon took a sip of coffee and exhaled a breath of hot air.
"So, are you willing to participate in our crossbow shield-level group mission? The location is not too far away, just in the suburbs of Nington City. And the mission time is tonight..."
He glanced at Kaxiu as if he was afraid that Kaxiu would not agree.
"certainly."
Kaxiu agreed immediately.
Why not take the dark essence that is delivered to your door
Although he is currently planning an experiment against Black Rain Villa, it is still possible to make some extra money occasionally in front of the door.
"Mr. Huang Huang, I still have to remind you first. Our group mission this time is quite difficult and much more dangerous than a single-person mission, so there may be casualties..."
Leon gave a sincere reminder.
"It's okay. I believe in the ability of my crossbow-wielding companions."
Kaxiu said casually.
His reliance on completing the mission was naturally strength, the power of the second blood acceleration level. In the process of frantically accepting and completing missions for nearly six months, Kaxiu had recovered most of his strength, and the speed became faster and faster as time went on.
Because his strength recovered too quickly, all the shield-level missions were equal to zero danger in front of him. In the next one or two months, Kaxiu carried out the missions by simply crushing them.
Go straight to the nest, block the door, and kill them all one by one.
Sometimes he would encounter some unexpected situations, such as stronger enemies outside of the information, but he still easily solved them.
In fact, based on some speculation and information.
Kaxiu felt that his strength had surpassed three levels in succession: shield level, sword level, and badge level. As for the last knight level, there were too few people, so he could not make an accurate comparison.
Completing a shield-level mission with this kind of strength is simply cheating.
Of course, this situation cannot be replicated by other Nightmare Monsters. No matter how powerful they are, they can only have the strength of entering the Sword Level when they are at the Shield Level. It is impossible to have a stronger power.
Kaxiu has two advantages that no one else can match.
First, the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Arts. The Secret Martial Arts and the Black Rain Villa's Thousand Essential Oils that grant the power of the Secret Soul are simply a match made in heaven.
The effect is like a chain with multiple gears.
With a strong push, the low-level gears of ordinary Nightmare can only move forward one meter, but Kashu's high-level gears can move forward five or six meters, or even more than ten meters.
Although I don’t know why there is no secret martial arts path in Black Rain Villa, it is obviously Kaxiu’s unique advantage.
Second, the superb realm achieved in the second chapter of Wind Elephant Fist.
This is a strong control over the power of skills, and the spiritual will that can quickly and skillfully match the skyrocketing strength. According to the theory, Kaxiu has to improve the Elephant Soul Secret Art to the Great Perfection of the Insect Bite Realm before this control will disappear. That is the realm of the third blood acceleration. The Elephant Soul Secret Art matches the realm of the Wind Elephant Fist.
Kaxiu was able to control this power because he had reached a high level, but other Hell-night monsters could not do it.
They cannot improve too much at one time, whether it is extraordinary strength or skills and knowledge. The various ways of Black Rain Villa are not without cost, they are deformed and flawed. Once the power exceeds their control ability, the printer will either be eroded by the power and go crazy or explode and die.
There is also a warning proverb among the Night Evils that has been passed down for more than ten years: "Greed is stupidity! It is death!"
In addition to the dangerous extraordinary path, using the power of the secret soul to quickly practice various skills is also full of dangers. Kaxiu practiced once and understood every step and situation to improve like a rocket. Ordinary sealers are different. This kind of secret soul power accelerates the process of practice very quickly. Once the imagination in the mind is slightly biased, the skill structure is slightly flawed.
Or it will explode with a bang.
Or after waking up, the body becomes deformed.
Those who practice Qinggong may have their legs twisted, those who practice hands may have their bones broken, those who practice bones may have their whole body limp, and those who practice muscles may have their muscles atrophied like dry firewood. These situations are all very likely to happen.
All avenues of advancement are a double-edged sword; speed is certainly good, but it also means that if you go astray, you won’t have time to correct yourself.
The final outcome is either death or disability.
So, Miwu is really awesome!
Although, the Wind Elephant Sect was still destroyed by the Blood of Death...
"It's almost nine o'clock, let's..."
Leon put down the teacup and asked tentatively.
"Okay, wait for me. I'll go get something."
Kaxiu slowly stood up and walked towards the room on the second floor.
After a while, he came down from above wearing a large black cape. There was a bulging object on his back, under the cape. From the shape, it looked like a mechanical crossbow.
"Okay, let's go."
The two men immediately opened the door and walked towards the suburbs of Nington.
Half an hour later, two figures, one tall, one short, one strong, and one thin, walked into a two-story building with white walls and black background.
There was a low wall outside the small building, the white wall plaster was peeling a little, with a mottled black color. There was a lot of dead grass in the corner of the wall, and underneath was a gray hard frozen soil.
Kacha.
The black soles crushed the caked-on dirt.
Kaxiu stood in front of the pale yellow wooden door.
He reached out and knocked gently on the door.
“Knock knock knock…”
"Who is it?"
A familiar voice came from inside, it was Black Blade.
"Black Mountain Archery Club, sir."
Kaxiu said the secret code between the crossbow and arrow groups.
“Here I come.”
There was a series of approaching footsteps coming from inside.
After a moment, the wooden door opened with a click.
Black Blade's familiar face appeared in front of Kaxiu.
He opened the door and was stunned for a moment, then his eyes moved from Kaxiu's chest upwards and finally stopped on Kaxiu's face.
"You... who are you?!"
"I'm Huanghun! Black Blade, you forgot me after just a few months of not seeing each other?" Kaxiu raised his right hand, revealing the mark on the back of his hand.
"Dusk???!!! Huh?"
Hei Ren immediately revealed an expression that said, "You're teasing me."
But he looked at Kaxiu's serious face and couldn't help but stare at it for a little longer. Gradually, the slender figure in his mind overlapped with the strong body in front of him.
Damn! How come that elegant and handsome young man a few months ago... How come he broke himself? However, on the surface, he seems to be quite strong...
"Come on, old friend, let's go inside and talk."
Kaxiu's strong body squeezed in directly, his thick arms resting on Heiren's shoulders, and he pulled the other person inside.
Behind him, Leon sighed and walked in quickly.
On the second floor, in the empty reception room, there is a large round table.
A total of eight or nine members of the Crossbow Clan were sitting on yellow armchairs. Some of them seemed to be hesitant to speak, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.
Most people's eyes were focused near the window.
There was a strong man sitting upright, obviously a head taller than the others. His broad body blocked the sunlight, casting a huge, distorted shadow on the wooden round table.
The organizer of the Shield-level mission this time is Black Blade, who has been at the Shield-level for a long time and is an experienced Nightmare.
Sitting in his seat, Hei Ren couldn't help but ask after all.
"Dusk, how did you, uh, get so strong?"
Kaxiu then repeated his previous reasons, and after Black Blade learned about Huang Hun's past, he immediately found them reasonable.
A pair of orphans raised themselves up by living one meal a day and starving the next. The younger sister died of a terminal illness due to malnutrition and the poor living environment in her early years. Is it reasonable for the older brother to be so desperate to train himself to have a strong body? It is reasonable!
"Actually, I'm exploring another combat direction for our crossbow style. For example, a muscle-type mechanical heavy crossbow or something like that."
As Kaxiu spoke, he reached his big hand behind his back.
winter!
The round table shook violently.
There is a mechanical crossbow in front of Kaxiu. The specific shape and decoration are no different from the normal crossbow. The only difference is that it is bigger! It is about twice as big as the normal crossbow!
Correspondingly, the arrowhead also became twice as thick.
Just looking at it gives it a heavy and ferocious feeling.
"I think that the Dengtinda Hurricane Archery that we learned from the Crossbow School has gone astray!" Kaxiu looked around: "The first thing to learn in the Hurricane Archery is the arrow technique, and the second is the body movement."
"The crossbow arrow style places too much emphasis on physical skills, so most of the members are slender and use flexible dodging to hunt dark creatures, but this is undoubtedly dancing on the edge of a knife. Why don't we develop our thinking and return to the first focus of the wind archery technique. The most important thing is obviously the lethality of the arrows, so we need thicker and heavier steel arrows. If we want to shoot such steel arrows, we need a larger and heavier mechanical crossbow. If we want to calmly lift and operate this mechanical crossbow, we obviously need a strong enough physique!"
"I don't mean to get stronger muscles so I can fight the dark creatures in close combat. That's unrealistic. As we all know, no matter how strong the Nightmare is, he can't compete with the dark creatures. What I mean is to increase the firepower of the mechanical crossbow, so that it can become like a siege crossbow, and a string of huge arrows can fly over and directly shoot the dark creatures into rotten meat! And this requires a strong physique. My muscle training is actually a byproduct, and it's mainly for archery."
Amid the questioning gazes of a group of crossbow members around.
Kaxiu talked a lot of things in a serious manner. After all, he was still a crossbow man, so he was just pretending to be serious.
This is roughly what he said just now.
I built up strong muscles just to be an archer!
"Well, what you just said is indeed a direction." Black Blade beside him suddenly nodded: "But my idea may be different from yours. We can design a large crossbow with great power and let two or three people assist in launching it. It should be responsible for long-range fire suppression in dangerous group missions, and the effect should be very good."
Kaxiu was stunned for a moment, then shrugged with amusement.
Next, Black Blade and other members of the Crossbow Stream began to talk about some details of the night's operation. Kaxiu also received specific information about the mission target, which was a large vampire family with a total of eight blood clans.
Their number is almost one to one with the number of Nightmare Monsters.
No wonder the Crossbow Team was still constantly gathering members around them on the eve of the mission, otherwise with such a small number of people, there would definitely be a lot of casualties.
Then, about three or four more members came one after another, and the whole hall was filled with thirteen crossbowmen.
The number is about 1.5 times the target.
I can already do it with difficulty.
There may be a lot of casualties, but this is unavoidable.
Kaxiu enjoyed a simple lunch and dinner here, and before he knew it, it was around 11:30 in the evening.
The reason why they didn't do it during the day was that sunlight had little effect on weakening the vampires. And during the day, the vampires were scattered all over the place, making it difficult to catch them all. At night, the vampires would gather at midnight to enjoy their dinner.
Nington City, suburbs, Plinka Manor.
It was late at night, and the sky was pitch black. Huge dark clouds were blown by the wind and moved sideways, blocking the bright moonlight. A series of footsteps sounded on the road outside the manor.
More than a dozen dark shadows are moving towards this side quickly.
Among them, there is a dark figure wearing a cloak... Especially strong!
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