"No, no, no, actually, I want to fight.""
Then let's fight."
Giobuterrand's directness made DeMill so excited that he immediately straightened up and assumed a fighting posture.The surroundings became quiet, and the battle between the two was about to break out.The breeze was howling and the leaves rustling, but Demir suddenly said, "Would you like to introduce yourself first?"
”He blushed now, shy and shy like a little boy who met his first love.Jobuterron smiled and shook his head, "I'll talk about it after the fight." ”After speaking, Jot Brown pulled out the Enma Knife behind his back and swept it with a single sword.The ornament hanging at the end of the handle of the knife made a series of crisp sounds with each wave, and before the blade arrived, the momentum came.The air next to the blade was like a stack of white paper, slashed and shattered by a single sword, and even the nearby space was slightly distorted.Jobbutrean's face was light and breezy without much expression, but these were covered by the layers of masks and protective goggles he wore on his face.Chobuterron didn't use all his strength with this sword, it was just the power attached to the Enma knife itself, and it was already terrifying.On the other side, Demir changed his previous hippie smile.He furrowed his brows as if they were two spears pointing to the sky, and his eyes were as wide as brass bells, just to see what Jobtrand was doing.Demir clenched the end of the iron pickaxe with both hands, and the momentum of his whole body rose up, as turbulent as a wave, but also as steady as a rock.He let out a roar, and the tip of the pickaxe met the blade of the Enma Blade."
Ding!"
It's the crisp sound of metals colliding with each other.The victory between the two is undecided, but the trees near the flat ground are guilty.The collision of the two weapons created a tornado-like force that spread from the center of the collision in all directions.The energy was like a stone cast in the center of the calm water, spreading out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.If you look at the ripples on the water, it is extremely beautiful, but the energy is extremely destructive.Slightly dwarf shrubs are uprooted, while taller trees are deciduous and leafy.The power of just one blow has brought this area forward to the general signs of autumn.All the surrounding trees have turned into dead trees after the autumn leaves have fallen, even the evergreen trees.The little creatures that used to hide in the trees or tree cavities left their caves one after another, and fled in the wilderness, and even some of the timid ones were directly frightened to death in the lair.DeMill's knuckles as he clenched his pickaxe turned white, while Jot Brown, who held the Enma Knife in one hand, took a small half step back.The two remained motionless until a long time passed, and Demir shouted, "Strength." ”After saying that, Demir coughed dryly, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.Jot Brown tilted his head and looked at the ruined surroundings, a little hesitant in his heart, but the fighting still drove him."
Again?""
I'll go first."
A simple and straightforward conversation, this is a tacit understanding between two warmongers.Demir put away the iron pickaxe in his hand, carried it behind his back, and tied it with a rope.Seeing this, Jot Brown understood Demir's intentions, and also put away the Enma Knife that had just been unsheathed for a short time.The Enma Knife trembled in its scabbard, causing a buzzing sound, as if protesting why he didn't kill Demir in front of him, while Jot Brown patted it lightly and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll let you drink blood."
However, not the blood of the man in front of him now. ”Hearing Jot Brown's reassurance, the Enma Knife slowly released a small stream of sword qi from the scabbard, and then fell silent.This small knife qi naturally didn't hurt Jote Brown, but it just made his palms hurt, as if to say, "Remember for you." ”"Are you ready?"
Demir saw that Tubtrand did not make a gesture to meet him, so he asked aloud.Hand-to-hand combat, open-minded fighting, that's what's interesting, that's the battle between men.The previous foursome was not interesting to bully them, and Demir didn't even warm up."
Feel free to do it."
Tubtrand loosened his grip on the scabbard and re-tightened his grip.When DeMill heard this, he sat on his knees, forming an almost ninety-degree corner between his calves and thighs.He let out a low cry, the momentum of his whole body swelled, his muscles swelled one by one, and the bones around him let out a series of crackling sounds like fried beans.The blood was accelerated by the accelerated supply to the heart, and even a steamer-like steam appeared on his body.His muscles bulged out, and he had a terrifying posture like a demon."
Drink!
Catch the punch!
”Demir slammed his right leg on the ground, and after a thud, he swung his fist in the direction of Jobutron.If you only look at it, you will think that Demir is still in place.In fact, after that loud bang, Demir was already in front of Jote Brown, ready to throw thirty-six punches in a row!
What remained in place was only the afterimage of Demir.How could Demir, who was able to go out on a high-star mission alone and return to Miskatonic University unharmed, be an idle person.If you don't have enough combat ability, how can you go alone and risk in many dangerous places.Jot Brown's eyes narrowed hidden under the goggles, his extraordinary dynamic vision only capturing DeMille's movements as he stepped and left the spot."
So fast!"
Jot Brown exclaimed in his heart, and at the same time, in the next moment, Jote Brown immediately took three quick steps back, and then a sideways whip leg to the position in front of him.Why 3 steps?
This is the distance that Jot Brown came up with after calculating DeMill's attack range.The three-step distance would have left Demir's punches out of the air, but his whip leg should be able to hit Demir's punches.It will be a clash of legs and fists, and it will also be a simple battle of strength.Jot Brown's whip leg didn't hit DeMille's punch as he had hoped, but was blocked by DeMille's backhand.Demir, who temporarily switched boxing to block, did not fall behind, and the muscles in his arm were already as strong as an iron plate, and he caught Jobram's leg solidly.And Jobuterron shook twice uncomfortably after waving his legs.The force of the shock on the tibia spread in the place where it hit, and there may have been a certain degree of bruising there.In this confrontation, he lost the upper hand."
Are you still fighting?"
Jobhut Lang snapped his mouth and shook his swinging left leg."
Fight a little longer.It's not enjoyable enough. ”Demir licked his lips, and he became excited.Jote Brown, an opponent of similar strength to himself, is really a dream.When I'm usually outside, I challenge those mythical monsters alone and make myself stronger unconsciously.Almost none of the people in the academy have ever beaten themselves, let alone been able to go back and forth with themselves for a few rounds without losing.The tightly wrapped mysterious person in front of him made his blood boil, which was really cool."
If possible, this one person might be able to be friends?"
Demir had an idea in his mind, but it was quickly dismissed, "Hehe, let's talk about it after the fight." ”Seeing that Demir looked like he had drunk stimulants, Giobuterrand also became serious.It's been a long time since I've been in a serious fight.The new weapon also eliminates the need for hand-to-hand combat, which is a bit rusty.The long-term sense of superiority made him a little numb, and it wasn't until he met Arthur that he sounded the alarm.Demir in front of him is obviously a good practice partner, but this kind of person is difficult to talk to.Unless, subdue him!
This time, Jobron no longer conceded the first attack, but took the rhythm into his own hands.A cold light swept out of the sleeve like a blade, like a fish in the lake flashing on the surface of the water in the moonlight in the dark night.It was Jot Brown's finger-clinging knife straight to DeMill's neck.The sudden blow was as blocked as if it had been pierced into hard ironwood, and it seemed that half an inch could be chopped off, and not a single inch could be saved.It was DeMill's elbow, pressed against Jot Brown's wrist.Seeing this, Jot Brown flicked his wrist and then pushed Demir's elbow again.Demir snorted, and was pushed by Joberland, flying straight out, and hitting his back into a tree.The bark exploded and fell like debris from a salute, but Demir grinned, "Exciting." ”Jobuterrand smiled, and it seemed that he was right about Demir.Demir was not ready to go on the offensive when he felt a flash in front of him.That's right, the next is a stormy attack from Jobuterrand.Whether it's punches, kicks, elbows and knees, Demir's fighting rhythm has been completely pinched into Jobbutron's hands.The loss of the rhythm of the battle made Demir realize that he only had to be beaten now, and the only way to break the current stalemate was to admit defeat or find a flaw in Jot Brown in the beating.How could Jobram easily let Demir find a flaw, this was calculated step by step.Use his elbow to send Demir into the air from below, and as long as he hasn't landed, Demir can only block his attack with small movements.A continuous crackling sound came from the woods, and some of the players who had passed by did not dare to take a step closer when they heard the fierce battle.And some of them have the heart to pick up leaks, sneakily hiding in the shadows.Joke Trand swept the corner of his eye, and naturally observed those uninvited guests in the forest.He stopped his stormy attack, leaped back a few steps, and whispered, "There's a guest coming, are you still fighting?"
”Demir snorted and rubbed his swollen face, "Don't fight, send off the guest first." ”"Okay."
The two of them tacitly walked in a direction that would not interact, and then the screams in the forest continued, wave after wave, and at the same time, bursts of teleportation light lit up.After the forest was quiet again, the two of them each came out of the forest and looked at each other."
Won't you fight?""
No fights.You just came up with that trick yourself?
”Demir recalls the beating he received after being knocked into the air, and asks Jobram curiously."
No, that's my mentor's trick."
Jot Brown replied calmly."
Which mentor is so proficient in martial arts?
Why haven't I heard of it?
”Demir continued to ask in confusion that he had visited the professors one by one during his time at the university."
Department of Occult Studies, Professor Arnold.It's normal for you to go out for a long time and don't know each other.He's only been on the job for about a year. ”Jote Brown spread his hands."
It turned out to be a perversion of the study of mystical knowledge...DeMille glanced at Jot Brown, "I, Demir, what's your name?"
”"Jobron Grossat.""
Tut-tut, the rumored dark horse is you.I'm convinced, I'm convinced, and I'm a little bit of a real skill.Hey?
Hey?
Hey?
No, why don't you use spells?
”Demir suddenly remembered that Jobuterrand, as a student of occult knowledge, was supposed to be a ranged attacker who was proficient in spells."
Isn't it bullying you when I use spells?"
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Jobuterron laughed angrily, "Interfere with you with the mage's hand first, and then add four or five gravity and binding spells to you, do you want to try it?"
”Demir scratched his head, "It does seem like a bit of a bully, but my spell resistance is very high, and your spells may not be effective for me." ”"Oh?"
Jote Brown took off his goggles and "looked into my eyes." ”Demir subconsciously looked over, but secretly exclaimed in his heart, "It's over, it's over." ”He saw Jobbutrean's crimson pupils, and in those eyes, there was boundless darkness, blood, and fire.It was a place that was both cold and hot on one side.The flame does not bring light, but burns with the help of the unspeakable in the darkness.Bursts of filthy whispers appeared in my ears, and at the same time brought unsettling and heart-wrenching depression.In the center of the fire and the cold, stood a man.The figure of that person was familiar, but it was not Jot Brown, who was supposed to be standing in front of him.Oh no, that's a shadow of yourself.The body could not move in the extreme cold, but the body was burned to ashes in the scorching heat."
Ahem, ahem, almost."
A cough brought his senses back to reality, the breeze still weaving through the trees, and the sound of falling leaves on the ground rattling with the wind.Jot Brown brought back the goggles and said, "You just stood stupidly for three minutes.In three minutes, I can cut off your head with a knife, strip you naked and hang you on a tree, or smash your ID card.However, you can hold out for so long, more than I expected. ”Demir shuddered, "You won." ”"yes, I know.""
Then I'll leave the game."
Demir knew that it would be difficult for him to win against the man in front of him, and said with some discouragement."
Well, Demir, let's make an alliance."
Jot Brown said happily."
Oh, okay, I'll crush the ID card now."
As if he hadn't heard Jobtrand's words, Demir reached for his ID card.Seeing this, Jote Brown immediately slapped it with tears and laughter.A slap woke Demir away."
I said, let's make an alliance.""
Oh, ally.Oh?
Oh?!
Ally???
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