Chapter 37 / The prototype of the martial arts killing boxing
PS: I had a full day of classes today, which is probably the first update.
The growth rate of the collection is decreasing, but the combat effectiveness and moral integrity value are drastically reduced...
But the good news is that I finally had something to eat today. My eyes were full of blood and tears, and I was speechless to thank the heaven.
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"..." When Ellen mentioned Yi Wenyan, Iofita's heart moved slightly.
"...Master Ian is not in the Duke's Palace at this time." Even when faced with a difficult enemy, Iofita's expression did not change at all, and she answered quietly, as if the visitor was just an ordinary guest, and she was a servant.
, taking care of etiquette for the absent master.
"Aren't you here?" Ellens stared at Iofetta's expression carefully, but unfortunately nothing could be seen from that too calm expression, "But it needs to be confirmed..."
Iofita did not answer any further. Behind her, the front door of the Duke's Palace slammed shut, and the meaning was obvious enough——
"Since we are not welcome, then we have no choice but to force our way in." Ellen smiled softly, but there was no trace of murderous intent in her words, "Grand Snow!"
The Gravekeeper's long-handled spade is more like a battle ax or a steel spear than a shovel. It is used by the Gravekeeper at the peak of the first level of truth, but it has the agility of a spear and the power of a battle ax.
Her cheek was wrapped in a black bandage. Gravekeeper Glencher stepped out from behind Ellen, but he had already stabbed the head maid straight with a shovel like lightning!
After giving the order for Granciell to entangle Iofetta, Ellens no longer cares about them. At this time, Abel has left, and now all the judges of the entire army are under her control: "Separate three points."
Use one manpower to see if there are other entrances."
Over there, Eilansi gave an order, and the judges all circled around the Duke's Palace. The battle between Granciere and Iofetta reached a climax as soon as it started.
Granciere stabbed with a spade, and Iofita jumped sideways in her long skirt, but she jumped directly in front of an armed priest who was about to leave. The priest was stunned for a moment, and took out the gun sword in his arms: "
Get away!"
The white-haired maid glanced at him with her lake-green eyes, and then she waved a palm.
He slashed the priest on the side of his neck, then grabbed the priest's collar——
Twist and fall!
"Guji!" It was like a distorted sound like jelly falling to the ground. The priest's neck had been twisted in a strange direction, and the splattered flesh and blood was quickly covered by the blood dripping from the corpse.
Witnessing the death of his church member, Granciere did not hesitate, and continued to carry the seemingly heavy magic cannon, followed Iofetta, and struck her hard on the back of the head.
Iofetta turned around, blocked the handle of the shovel with a "pop", then flew up and kicked to the side——
"Bang!"
There was a huge impact like a kick in the ground, and he was kicked in the abdomen. The tombkeeper flew back faster than he rushed towards him.
Ignoring Grancielle, Iofetta focused on a slower-moving hermit again, catching up with him at a faster speed, grabbing his leaping ankle, and swung -
"Ahhhhhhhh-"
The screams suddenly stopped, and the body slapped on the ground looked like a piece of meat stuck to the wall.
After throwing the hermit to death on the stone path, Iofetta raised her gaze and looked around her. She saw that there was no easy target to attack, so she glanced at the judge in the distance.
Looking at those dark green and cold eyes, a chill suddenly ran through the bodies of the judges.
He killed two people, but not even a trace of blood was stained on his body. The fluttering white apron and the white hair of the maid made him look like the messenger of hell, Sabrina, the God of Death.
A whistling sound came from the sky above Iofeta, and she quickly jumped back. The next moment, the tombkeeper's spade fell from the sky, splitting the hermit's dead body, and exploding the ground.
The chopped corpses splashed blood all over Granciere, but the gray eyes of the gravekeeper did not blink. He stood up, stepped forward, and pulled out a spade with a trace of blood arrows, which turned into a ruthless attack.
He slashed hard at Iofetta.
Iofetta's reaction must be said to be very fast. Almost as soon as Granciere stood up, she started to retreat. But no matter how fast she retreated, she could only avoid the direct hit of the war shovel. And as the war shovel
The line of blood that was splashed out at the same time could not be avoided.
Iofita's face felt cold, and her spotless apron was finally stained with blood.
However, the ice flesh was stained with blood, and the blood drops on her cheeks made Iofita's cold and beautiful face even more beautiful.
Grande Snow gained the upper hand, and the spade in his hand turned into dancing silver flowers, advancing towards Iofetta step by step.
However, after dodging more than a dozen slashes from the tomb keeper, Iofetta found a flaw, passed the waving silver spade, took a step forward, passed the tomb keeper, and then—
—
"Bang!" There was another dull blow.
The gray eyes of the gravekeeper finally changed.
Under Iofeta's terrifying power, Granciere's body was about to fly away in an instant, but Iofeta grabbed the tombkeeper's ankle——
He pulled it into his arms and struck out with an elbow——
"Poof!" This time the gray-haired gravekeeper even spit out blood.
Grandeche reluctantly tried to raise the shovel to fight back, but Iofetta struck out with an elbow, followed closely behind, held her shoulders, jumped up - and gave her a full-force knee strike!
There was an audible shattering sound from the sternum, and the seriously injured gravekeeper drew a high parabola and fell at Ellen's feet.
"..."
The steel golem that had just commanded to sit down smashed open the front door of the Duke's Palace. When Ellen turned around, she did not expect to see such a scene.
"You guy, you can actually beat Granciere like this..."
Ellens suppressed the surprised look on her face and frowned. Granciere used a spade to support her body and spit out blood. Under such circumstances, the tombkeepers did not say a word, but it was Biet.
Ofita doesn't like to talk yet.
"With bare hands...I don't know when Fernandez had such profound knowledge in boxing..."
"..." Iofita raised her head and glanced at Alice, and finally said lightly, "Free fighting..."
If Yi Wenyan were here, he would definitely complain about Iofeta's statement. He just provided some opinions. As for whether the messy things she had modified by herself were still in the category of free fighting, God knows.
In this world, the tendency of martial arts tends to be fighting with weapons and straight forward, and there is not much research on bare-handed fighting skills. At the beginning, Yi Wen and Ian were also thinking about developing a new model army military boxing, so they started working with Ai Wen.
Ofita has talked about the knowledge of free fighting.
After all, Iofetta may have more actual combat experience than Feldnan when it comes to fighting with bare hands.
However, when Ivan and Iofeta talked about this, they actually didn’t hold out much hope. After all, how useful something like Military Boxing can be in a world where personal strength varies greatly and there is a huge gap.
Even Yiwen Ian is not very sure.
However, Iofita, who always does her own thing silently to help Yiwen Yin as much as possible, did not say much this time. Five years later, the matter of Military Body Fist is now
But even Yi Wenyan himself had forgotten about it.
Apart from chatting with Iofetta for a few days, he never asked about this matter at all.
However, he also didn't know that Iofita, a girl who was taciturn but tough-minded, and had absolute trust in his words especially, would make him half-understanding, hearsay, and even brag a little boastfully.
, wrote it down seriously, thought about it over and over again, and studied it over and over again.
Five years later, Iofetta dare not say that she has mastered the techniques she had imagined in her head, but she is confident——
Now the military killing fist in her heart only lacks a platform to practice it.