Lying on the soft big bed, Alvin looked at a big black bag at his hand and suddenly smiled.
Not surprisingly, he was successfully invited by his instructor Huo Sen to talk about a special move with his Eagle Strike, which he had practiced hard for several days in the Alda plane.
Not only did he join the martial arts club directly for free, but he also became a substitute for the school team.
As for becoming an official team member directly? That's impossible.
Ai Wen's qualifications are too low and he has no other historical achievements. He cannot convince the public just by relying on the recommendation of his instructor, and it will be troublesome if he gets into trouble.
But Huo Sen privately promised that as long as Ivan showed enough strength (the secret poke allowed him to overthrow the other official members), he would definitely win the qualification for Ivan to be a formal team member.
In this way, someone's plan finally came true. Not only did he successfully buy two sets of martial arts uniforms and a training sword for free, he also obtained a ticket to participate in the classical combat skills competition.
Although having to go to the club every day to participate in the school team's collective training further took away his little free time, it was obviously worth it for the bonus and more formal swordsmanship instruction.
"I will submit my application to withdraw from the long-distance running club tomorrow and concentrate on practicing the basics."
Ivan knew very well that although he could crush his opponents with strength and agility, he was still essentially a novice in swordsmanship.
The martial arts team of Weilun Public High School is not a traditional strong team. In previous years, it could only be regarded as an average team in this city.
So if he doesn't want to get away with the huge sum of 50,000 yuan, he must make up for his shortcomings to avoid being defeated by the opponent's skills when he really encounters a monster with strength and agility that can compete with him.
Thinking of this, he simply traveled to the Alda plane while he still had some time to go to the White Crane Gym to work.
In this world of death, the sky is still raining heavily as if it will never stop.
Under the dim, thick clouds, the dilapidated gravel road running through sparse grass seemed infinitely long.
When Ivan returned to the village, he did not immediately ride the Crypt Demon along the path to continue opening the map. Instead, he picked up the machete and started a routine battle with No. 1.
It has to be said that No. 1 perfectly serves as Alvin's imaginary enemy who can crush him with strength, agility, and skills.
The skeleton warrior, whose bones are as hard as steel, can easily lift a boulder as high as a person. Not to mention his agility, he can even leave an afterimage when he rushes out at the fastest speed!
Although this idiot himself can't explain what's going on, his combat skills obviously have a complete and mature system of inheritance.
With the help of a routine beating by the most worthless soldier under his command, someone quickly adjusted his mentality that was a little inflated due to being sought after by everyone today.
Well, there is no other way. He himself feels that he is a hero who is a thief. He will probably piss off all the heroes in the game to death.
"I also think that once Blade Storm is activated, gods will kill gods and Buddhas, but what should I do if the plug-in is not powerful?"
Of course, he knew very well that without plug-ins, he would be considered an AC. He just said it casually. After practicing, he led his men to continue exploring this dead and different world.
This time, the group chose to explore in another direction of the village.
Perhaps he finally chose the right direction. After clearing away two groups of skeletons that were no threat, the originally unchanging scenery finally began to show new changes.
Some scattered ruins began to appear on both sides of the road, and as time went by, the frequency of skeletons became more and more frequent, until...
"This is... a town?"
Yes, although it is just a large area of dilapidated ruins, in terms of scale and stone building materials, it is obviously much more prosperous than the village.
Of course, this also means more undead.
"Sure enough, big places are extraordinary."
Looking at the blue fire rising in front of him, especially some skeletons wearing rotten armor and holding tattered weapons, who were suspected of being town guards during their lifetime, Ivan turned to look at the eye-skeleton mage Held.
"Master, among the low-level undead opposite, there are no spellcasters..."
After getting the answer he wanted, Alvin nodded and snapped his fingers.
"Blood mist, kill them, don't forget to pay attention to possible long-range attacks."
After receiving the order, the gargoyle, which had always been as quiet as a real stone statue, suddenly roared and swooped down from the sky towards the army of skeletons.
A series of green energy blades more than one meter long fell from the sky wantonly, and each one could cut a large skeleton in half. Sometimes the blood mist would deliberately add a few more, directly cutting the skeletons into pieces.
If it were a human army, it would probably be destroyed by such an attack, but the emotionless skeletons obviously would not feel the slightest fear from this.
They will only continue to move silently and pounce on those existences in the distance that exude an aura different from their own.
In response to this, Alvin's response was...to ride the Crypt Demon and turn around and run away.
If he kills these monsters with his own hands, he won't lose any extra gold coins or experience, so why does Mao still have to wait to be beaten?
Even if he wanted to practice his martial arts skills, he would not choose the purely idiotic option of picking hundreds.
He rode the big spider and ran wildly. No. 1 moved his long legs to follow closely. As for Held, the mage, he was lucky enough to sit behind Ivan and use spells to launch long-range attacks against the pursuing skeletons.
Fortunately, maybe all the weapons of these skeletons were too decayed to be used, or for other reasons, in short, the long-range means that Ivan was worried about, such as archers, did not appear.
After flying the kite for about half an hour, these skeletons were completely taken care of.
Although the whole process was a bit boring to be honest, it was obviously worth the hard work when I saw a full 2,214 gold coins coming in after finishing the strikes one by one.
At this point, someone's total number of gold coins exceeded 4,000 again, reaching 4615.5.
"Let's just stop here today. I'll probably have something waiting for me later."
After stretching and basically doing nothing, Uncle Alvin returned to the main world, washed up and had some quick dinner, and then embarked on a journey to the place of work in the afterglow of the setting sun.
en... To be honest, at this moment, someone really has the urge to throw out No. 1 and make money for himself.
Damn, isn’t this gap a bit big?
It is comparable to a big boss in the game and a bricklayer in reality.
Unfortunately, he didn't want to be targeted by the government and needed money, so he had to endure it.
"Take your time, difficulties are only temporary, everything will be fine."
This is the only way someone can comfort themselves.
There is obviously nothing to say about the work in the gym, it is as easy as ever.
It took Alvin half an hour to initially clean up the places that were dirty during the day, and then he began to listen openly.
While he was listening with great interest to Rand teaching the exclusive techniques of Flying Falcon style to senior students, a conversation related to him was also taking place in the three-story building next to him.
"Xueli, why are you absent-minded today? Did something happen at school?"
"Ah...Dad, something happened at school indeed."
Mu Xueli glanced at her father who was taking care of his famous sword in a leisurely manner, and then looked at the exercise booklet where he had written five questions in half an hour. After thinking about it, he decisively put down the pen in his hand, and then hesitated a little.
said.
"Do you think...my martial arts talent is particularly poor?"
"Oh? Why do you ask that?"
The movement of the hands paused.
The master of Mu Pavilion put the ancient sword in his hand on the sword stand, then turned his head and looked at his daughter.
Children are always the best in the eyes of their parents.
The daughter who completely inherited the beauty of his late wife is naturally the most important treasure in his life.
Therefore, even though Mu Feng knew that his precious daughter, despite her appearance of beauty and intelligence, was actually a simple and kind-hearted little fool, and her martial arts talent was only at the level of ordinary people, yet he never said anything about her in these aspects.
.
So... was this stimulated by the martial arts club in school today?
"Baby girl, tell daddy, why are you asking this question?"
Xue Li thought for a while and recounted today's story about Alvin provoking a formal member in the club, and then couldn't help but sigh.
"Classmate Ai Wen is so amazing! He is a freshman in the first grade like me, but he has such martial arts prowess."
"Well, it's really good to be able to use a secret technique to defeat the enemy with one move in actual combat! But Xueli, you said the characteristics of the eagle strike he used are very similar to those of our Mu-style lineage?"
"This is really strange. This is what I am mainly struggling with."
Xue Li held her chin in her hands, her big eyes full of confusion.
"The accompanying footwork, the waist and arms are harmonious, and they appear like star lines... This is obviously a characteristic of our lineage, but where did Ivan learn it? Obviously, my uncle and master are not in Rhine City?"
"Could it be that Ai Wen moved here from other places and had studied in other branch dojos before?"
The owner of the museum touched his daughter's hair and directly denied her guess.
"Probably not. I read Aiwen's contract yesterday. The basic student information attached at the back states that he is an orphan from the Second Welfare Home in Rhine City. He should not have that condition.
And speaking of it, it’s not like he doesn’t have channels to learn Mu Shi-ryu techniques…”
As the owner of Mu Hall said this, he turned to look downstairs.
His sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of the floor and fell on a figure who was listening while working.