Chapter 26 26 Blood cannot be shed in vain

Author: vaguely

Chapter 26 26. Blood cannot be shed in vain

Ten o'clock in the evening.

The Rust family.

A cloud of gray mist floats on the ceiling three meters above the ground, spinning around the bright yellow crystal chandelier, shuttling between the lamp leaves, as nimble as a gray bat.

It suddenly fell, dragging its gray cloak, and landed silently, turning into a faceless human form.

Huhu——

The "shadow" dragged a breeze and rotated around Rust in the center of the apartment hall.

Rust put his left fist in front and his right fist in the back. He slightly raised his heels and maintained a boxing posture, but he held his chest and abdomen in an irregular manner, like a zombie dancing mechanically.

Bang! Bang!

Rust kept swinging his left straight fist, hitting the air, his movements were slow and weak.

Dean was dealing with a piece of steak at the dinner table and gave advice from time to time. Dean gained several months of comprehensive fighting training knowledge after his fighting was promoted to LV1, including some boxing knowledge. His theoretical level is enough to guide pure newcomers.

Although the injury to his left arm has not healed and he cannot improve his proficiency, Dean can also lay a solid foundation for himself through guidance.

"When punching, don't stand still and lean your body slightly to the right."

"I've emphasized this several times, keep your arms straight, don't make them as soft as rubber bands!"

"The center of the fist should be downward, and the fist should be at right angles to the target!"

breathe…

"Man, will it work if I just practice this trick?"

Rust put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths. Sweat soaked his white T-shirt and dripped down his chin.

"Can't you try a new move, uppercut, swinging punch, knee bump?"

"You want to run before you learn to walk? Go on, punch a hundred times, and wait until you master the left straight punch enough to protect yourself."

…

Dean stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth and looked behind Rust.

"Shadow" stood there, waving his fists and feet based on the fighting knowledge shared by Dean, and his movements were so fast that they formed an afterimage.

There was a whistling sound in the air.

It has more tricks than Rast. It is not limited to boxing and is not restricted by fighting rules. It practices all the wrestling, boxing, Sanda and other skills that Dean has mastered at lv1 fighting level, including knees, elbows, every move.

Any part of the body can be used as a weapon, the movements are fast and fierce, and the moves are aimed at the vital points of the imaginary enemy's body.

Of course, replace it with a slightly larger open space outside.

Dean will directly order "Shadow" to use sharp weapons such as knives or daggers for shooting training. After buying a gun, he will train it to be a stealth shooter.

After practicing for thirty seconds, the shadow flew back to Dean's body, waited for him to rest for ten minutes to recuperate, and then came back again.

Repeatedly.

This is what Dean felt after calling him many times.

The shadow's existence for five minutes at a time consumes a lot of energy and must be rested for at least five hours to recover.

But if it is called intermittently, it will only last less than half a minute each time.

Then Dean only needs to rest for a quarter of an hour to relieve some mental fatigue.

Dean did the calculations.

After this operation, the total summoning time every day will be doubled, the training will be changed from one-time to sustainable, and the efficiency will be greatly improved.

Of course, the ultimate tempering session before going to bed at night cannot be beaten.

Dean was obsessed with the pleasure of being so exhausted that he passed out.

…

Swish--

Shadow threw a punch.

The wind from the fist blew across Rust's cheek.

He screamed strangely as if he was being greatly stimulated.

A smile appeared at the corner of Dean's mouth, and a touching text appeared in front of his eyes——

Your continuous summons and training have allowed Ying to make some progress.

Proficiency +1.

Shadow of the Past lv0(1/100)

…

In the next few days, during the day at school, Dean practiced "shadow" intermittently.

After school, he coached Rast in boxing and at the same time consolidated his own fighting foundation.

Before going to sleep, summon "Shadow" for extreme tempering.

During the trip, I followed Grace to her friend's photography studio.

It turns out that the camera cannot detect the existence of "shadow" either.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief and thought about borrowing a thermal imaging camera to verify it next time.

In addition, he went to Dance Hall Street several times to look for Taimu's whereabouts, but he disappeared and never appeared again.

Dean could only follow Taim's guidance and inner intuition, and hide like an ordinary person.

Observe what that so-called "darkness" actually is.

Everything is developing steadily.

It's a bit regretful that five days have passed since the last incident of Mona's disappearance, but the system has yet to launch a new event. I don't know if the school is too peaceful and there are no endless troubles and dangers coming to the door.

…

Thursday.

Lunch break time.

After having a good meal, Dean came to the lawn in the front yard of the school and suddenly noticed the movement beside the white-painted leisure chairs in the distance.

…

A lunch box rolled down at Britney's feet, and her dress was stained with yellow curry juice. Rusty stood in front of her in a protective posture, but because he was half a head shorter than the woman, the scene was funny.

Opposite me, a street girl in a leather jacket, black fishnet stockings, a nose ring, and black eyeshadow held the arm of a white man in a baseball shirt, raised her chin and chewed gum provocatively.

"Why are you teasing Britney? Apologize!" Rust was like an angry cat.

"It doesn't matter to me, Rust, let's go." Britney tugged on Rust's clothes from behind, but she couldn't pull them anymore.

The girl on the street spit out her chewing gum at the feet of the two of them with a "Bah!" and glanced at her boyfriend next to her.

The baseball man took an angry step forward, grabbed Rust by the collar of his shirt, and almost spat in his face.

Bang!

Rust decisively threw a punch.

The baseball man let go of his hand with an ouch, and a bloody fist mark appeared on the left side of his face.

Rust retracted his left fist, held his chest and abdomen, put his arms in front of his body, and jumped like a kangaroo on his feet.

"Fake Squid!"

The woman let out a piercing scream, rushed over and slapped him.

But the thick-soled shoes under her feet tripped strangely in the air, causing her to wrestle on the spot and face down, eating a mouthful of grass and mud.

The baseball man roared angrily and kicked towards Rust's lower abdomen. Rust quickly ducked sideways and hit the man in the eye with another clean left straight punch.

The man had panda eyes, his body swayed, and then he covered his neck with his hands, opened his mouth wide, and took a deep breath with his nose open and closed.

But he was out of breath, hesitating and unable to make a sound, and his face was distorted with fear and turned purple.

Almost suffocating!

Bang bang.

Rust's left fist rained down on the man's face, beating him until he was bruised and swollen, causing him to sit back and fall to the ground.

The man's chest rose and fell, and finally he breathed fresh air, and his tense cheeks relaxed.

He pointed at Rust and shouted in fear,

"Witchcraft, this guy knows witchcraft, it makes me unable to breathe!"
To be continued...