At that moment, the original informant made a judgment.
This guy attacked like this on purpose. He really had the idea of killing the person who stood in his way.
——What's going on? Are you treating me as a martial arts master in the martial arts school?
Yuan Wenren had no time to draw his gun, so he could only use his hands to block the opponent's kick. But the opponent's speed was too fast. Yuan Wenren's prosthetic body was only a backup temporary prosthetic body, and his movements could not catch up.
Consciousness. The original person could only watch his hands moving slowly in space anxiously, unable to catch up with the best opportunity to "block".
She reluctantly used her hands and wrists to hit the opponent's tire. But the guy immediately started the tire, and the rotation of the tire produced a lateral force, which changed the direction of the kick and hit the original reporter's forehead.
This is a blow that is enough to turn your brain into a tofu brain.
Yuan Wenren fell backwards with all his strength. This kick grazed her forehead, and Yuan Wenren's whole body flew backwards.
Robert was right behind Yuan Wenren. He stretched out his hand to support Yuan Wenren, and took two steps back to neutralize the impact. The old man helped Yuan Wenren up and stood up, saying, "Your Excellency, you have such a murderous intention! Warriors from good families would not be like this.
Are you a Jianghu person or a Green Forest person?"
——He is definitely a Green Forester...
Yuan Wenren stood there in shock. After getting started with internal skills, she had a deeper feeling for the "temperament" revealed by a person's movements, as if other people's hands and feet could "speak". She didn't know much about internal skills.
Martial arts practitioners who recognize people based on experience have a more intuitive feeling.
This guy's move was indeed intended to end the other person's life, but he himself didn't have much attachment to the matter of "killing people." It was as if he just kicked someone's head off and did it casually.
This kind of indifferent murderousness has only been seen in the green forest people. It is not like this for knights or hawks and dogs to kill people.
She glanced at Youki worriedly. This kid was thrown out by her just now. He didn't receive a direct hit, but he also fell to pieces. Fortunately, Youki had also seen several battles and knew the current situation, so he crawled on his stomach.
Move little by little toward the edge of the field.
Yuan Wenren once again looked at the warrior who came to kick the gym. The warrior had a crown on his head that optimized the overall aerodynamic shape, and a tail on the back that changed the center of gravity. His legs were slender and not human-like, and a pair of tires were embedded at the end of his calves.
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A classic speed-based lightweight prosthesis for urban street fighting.
The source knows that this kind of prosthetic body is more suitable for bursting and turning on flat ground. If you turn the tire sideways, it is not a problem to cross complex obstacles such as stairs. This is originally designed to escape quickly after an assassination in the city. Jianghu
This type of prosthetic body is not uncommon. Among Green Foresters, the guys responsible for activities in the city will also prepare prosthetic bodies with similar structures.
Among martial arts warriors...except for special events such as "Mobile Ball", this kind of prosthetic body is relatively rare. It is not very suitable for the arena.
This person is none other than Yuan Tiaozixia, the new Sky Speed Star Bolus. He just changed the paint on the prosthetic body and broke into the city.
When he saw Robert, he sneered: "Are you the master of the magnetic line style gun martial arts school?" He glanced at the crowd behind him: "Drink, steel bone style, B-52 way, MTB swordsmanship, super sumo...
…It seems like your family of warriors are not the only ones here.”
Borshu stood up straight and said, "Want to join us?"
"You suddenly left messages on the pages of several of our martial arts schools, saying that you are coming to compete today, and the agreed times are almost the same." Robert said: "I think this is not in line with the rules of the martial arts, and you are not a good person. So.
I called a few of them here, just as insurance. If you still compete according to the rules, then we will naturally act according to the rules. But if you have bad intentions and are here to kill, then please
Don’t blame us for joining forces to defend ourselves.”
"Haha...hahahahaha..." Borshu covered his face with his hands and laughed: "Martial arts people...it turns out you are also martial arts people...hahahaha..."
This is almost a disguised admission that he is not a martial arts master.
Yuan Wenren secretly said something was wrong. The martial arts masters of the martial arts school have good external skills, but only the external skills are good. Their prosthetic body specifications are restricted by the rules of the competition, and they are not as arbitrary as the Jianghu people and the Green Forest people. More importantly, they
There is no inner strength either.
A green forest man with a little bit of internal strength can rely on the technique of witnessing to massacre a group of martial arts masters.
The original news person made up her mind that if this Lu Lin really wanted to do this, then she would have to intervene.
Faced with these words that were almost provocative, Robert did not get angry. He slowly took off the flexible screen on his head and said: "Whatever you think. You sanddusts who don't touch the ground don't like us, and you can't do it twice a day."
Days have passed. Our attitude is still the same. If you are willing to decide the outcome according to the rules of the martial arts school, we are still willing to compete with you according to the rules of the martial arts school."
His flexible screen is actually used to protect his eyes. This Gundo warrior seems to have good prosthetic eyes. His face does not have any extra modifications, and a pair of prosthetic eyes already takes up most of his face. But for some reason,
This mechanical and dull face, coupled with those words, actually has a trace of calm and self-powerful aura.
Borshu tilted his head, glanced at Robert, and said, "Okay, I came here with this purpose in mind. Okay." He looked around: "I originally planned to fight one by one, but, you guys
Now that we are all gathered together, that’s great, it saves me the energy to travel. Come on, it doesn’t hurt to go together..."
"Going shoulder to shoulder is not the way to treat guests." Robert took a step forward: "Besides, we are not martial arts masters from the same martial arts school. Since you have stated that you want to compete in martial arts schools, then naturally you have to fight in martial arts schools one by one. Let's do it together.
Go up, what kind of behavior will it be like?"
The original informant whispered: "Master Fan, this guy is just a green forest. If you fight him, you will easily overturn..."
Robert raised his arms to stop the original reporter from saying: "I'm sorry, guest, this matter has nothing to do with you. After all, this is the matter of our martial arts school. Our martial arts school relies on this little rule that does not violate the Dyson Principle.
It barely maintains a little 'look'. I can't ruin it."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The original reporter was silent. In this era, talking about "rules" is a very dangerous thing. The Dyson principle prohibits "rules above people" and makes up one's own rules.
Those who restrain people are illegal behaviors that step on the line. Personal dependence relationships like small clans are relatively common. Martial arts schools are also barely maintained in the form of "apprentices depend on their instructors" similar to the scientific knights.
Just like the scientific research knights use "science" as the banner to unite their own groups, the martial arts people are also desperately looking for something that can accommodate their own spirit and belong to the group.
What was called "culture" in the past.
Yuan Wenren knew that she could not stop the martial arts masters from these martial arts schools. She could only slowly retreat and come to Yuki.
During the entire movement, she pressed her hands on the gun and looked at the green forest warily.
Borshu seemed to be looking at Yuan Wenren with a clear heart. He also had a foundation of inner strength. Borshu also recognized that he was a knight.
He stretched out his hand, pointed at the original person, and said: "Xia Ke? You are not bad. Let's have a fight?"
"Stop!" Robert took a step forward: "They are guests of our martial arts gym. Are you here to see us?"
"Standing up for him? Just kidding, you may not even be able to beat him..."
"This has nothing to do with strength." Robert took a step forward again: "If we can't protect our guests, how can our martial arts school have the dignity to open a gym and teach disciples?"
"Interesting..." Borshu shook his neck and said, "That's okay. Knight over there, wait until you leave this martial arts school and we'll compete again."
At the same time, the original reporter also received a message from Master Fan: [Madam, when I compete with this guy later, please leave through the back door. 】
This came from the martial arts school’s public WiFi.
Yuan Wenren said: [Martial master, if I leave like this, he might be able to massacre you all with his internal strength.]
Robert said: [You are also bringing a young man who has not started yet]
He didn't argue anymore. As a martial arts master, Robert didn't understand internal skills, so the matter of "sending messages through his own WiFi" involved some energy for him, and he couldn't do it as naturally as a knight.
He looked at Bo Shu again and said: "Well, according to the rules of the gymnasium, you can tell me the lottery first. If you win, what are your requirements?"
This is also a well-established tradition of "kick-fighting" martial arts competitions. Generally speaking, "kick-kick" martial arts competitions are when junior martial artists come to other martial arts halls to challenge themselves in order to make their own martial arts hall famous. In this case, challenge
The "luck" designated by the winner is by default "the loser promotes the name of the winner".
However, there are also some "kick-offs" involving various personal conflicts within the martial arts ecology. In this case, the "luck" can be changed. For example, "I want the legs you use for competition" and so on.
The reason why Robert asked this question was because Borshu was indeed not a "generally speaking" kind of kicker. Although he left a message on the martial arts school's homepage about coming to kick the gym, he did not mention it in the message.
Its own genre. This cannot be summed up by "famousness".
"Ah... that's right..." Borshu tilted his neck: "Let me think about it... what I want now is information... Your martial arts school knows some news about various religions and sects.
Right?"
Robert said: "It is impossible to compare with thugs who have internal strength."
"No... some information may not necessarily be found on the Internet. If His Highness the 'Vulcan' can't find something, it means that its information is definitely not on the Internet - I'm here to try my luck."
Borshu stood up and raised his hands: "If I win, help me find out about the legend of the Eighth Martial God."
The Eighth Martial God happened decades ago. At that time, it was the heyday of the group of warriors in front of us. They showed surprising performances (such as flashing eyes). Robert shouted: "How can we not wait until the Eighth Martial God?"