Abyss Express

The first day of the martial arts competition is over, after the primary election and final re-election, there are more than 500 lucky ones left—why are they called lucky ones?

As a referee, Xue Ming saw clearly from the perspective of the spectators, and became more and more anxious.

He taught in Galahad for half a year, teaching knight combat skills to the students, and truly applying them in the arena. There are very few children who use classroom experience as a means of winning.

It seems that this kind of fighting skill that does not talk about martial arts is difficult to be accepted, especially the senior students——

——They are thin-skinned, have a good face, have pyroxene and sticks, and always want to face the audience with a chic posture and a beautiful posture.

Therefore, Xue Minghui believes that most of these students are left by luck.

The lucky ones can get powerful sticks and pyroxenes, and draw treasures with higher compatibility from the weapon card pool provided by the boss, so as to win a way out.

The unlucky ghosts with less luck can only become a foil, fighting a seemingly fair but extremely difficult battle in a ring environment with no shelter and no one to rely on.

From the moment they stepped into the arena, the composition of the two sides' elemental qualities, such as sticks and pyroxenes, was like an extremely simple addition and subtraction of combat power, and the outcome could be determined with just a touch.

When it came to the resurrection stage, the competition became more and more fierce, because most of the students who came to this stage had experienced one or two failures.

Their mental strength has come to an end, they are at the end of their strength, and they are very prone to physical exhaustion and mental collapse, and then they are knocked down by KO. Xue Ming has no extra energy to observe the battle situation in other arenas.

Teacher Su Ling, like Xue Ming, was concentrating on observing the state of the students on the field. With the help of [Phoenix], she was able to more intuitively see the state of the essence of both sides in the contest.

"Ice Popsicle Boy, you seem disappointed?"

Xue Ming rang the decisive bell at the right time, and carried the loser off the ring. When he heard Teacher A Ling's question, he did not conceal his inner loneliness.

"I am their teacher, and I teach them how to fight. It's a pity that these children are too polite and sensible."

Su Ling heard Xue Ming's implication, and immediately said: "Which skill in the world should you not study hard? What's more, what you teach is fighting martial arts, you are a little impatient."

Xue Ming nodded helplessly: "I'm really in a hurry."

Su Ling pulled the contestants from both sides into the team, sent Mrs. Bai's products to treat their injuries, and then told Xue Ming.

"You come to Galahad to teach, do you have other thoughts?"

While giving the students a muscle massage, Xue Ming talked about the business affairs of Anonymous with Teacher Su Ling.

"In the blink of an eye, in the blink of an eye, I'm already twenty-four years old - I'm going to start a family soon, I went on a mission before, I was fighting outside, and I always feel isolated and helpless, Teacher Victor once again helped me a lot, and I returned to the BOSS At that time, the BOSS asked me to come to Galahad to take students."

Speaking of this, Xue Ming specially sent the students to the lounge, and only continued when he came back.

"I understand Teacher Victor's mood, because standing in different positions, you see different things."

Su Ling: "Welcome to the manly world."

Xueming: "Indeed, I'm always worried that these students will go astray and crash into a dead end—eight grades, thousands of students. They all call me teacher. Their families are different, their origins are different, and their personalities are different. I don't care. It’s easy to talk about the unevenness of the world, and only teach some knight combat skills that all living beings are equal.”

Su Ling: "You seem to be a different person after you got engaged."

Xue Ming: "It's just that I talk more. I used to seldom talk, and I just focused on doing things."

Su Ling: "What happened next?"

Xue Ming: "When I faced the Little Brotherhood in District 48 and fought side by side with the soldiers of Guangling Zhixi, I realized how insignificant a person's power is. There are so many scary monsters and so many troubles—I How to kill a person is clear."

Su Ling: "Huh?"

Xue Ming: "I went to guide Tang Ning and Hasben, and I wanted them to take over the affairs of the unknown people. The murder of the Van Persie family was caused by me. This is a declaration of war against the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church, and it is also against those in the Homo sapiens camp. The forces of corruption are provoking - I need help."

Su Ling: "How are they doing?"

"If you follow the normal teaching schedule." Xueming thought for a long time, and finally put aside his own transformation speed and learning ability to face up to other Homo sapiens. His concentration and mental strength are comparable to others. His reading speed and comprehension The ability is far beyond ordinary people, so it cannot be used as a reference condition.

"Hasben is very good. Tangning is half-hearted and always likes to take shortcuts. She has many flaws in her character."

Su Ling: "Take your time."

Xue Ming: "So I was thinking, Mr. Victor always followed Meteor and Meteor. When we met for the first time, when we became a master-student relationship, maybe the teacher felt the same way. I wish Meteor and Meteor would grow up overnight. It’s worrying and fearing that the seedlings will grow.”

Su Ling made an expression with her hands, pretending to curl her lips in disdain.

"In the VIP circle, everyone calls him the world's number one male mother."

Xue Ming answered dumbfounded.

"One day, I will finally stand at the same height as Mr. Victor and see the world from the same perspective - the disaster beasts and cultists he has to deal with, the unknown land he has to explore, the demons and spiritual pressure he has to face. When all these things came to me, I could finally understand his mood when he set up road signs for us on foot from Niflheim to the Golden Country."

Teacher Su Ling suddenly mentioned her master——

"—In such a comparison, my teacher is too wicked."

Xueming: "What do you mean by that?"

Su Ling: "I'm just a free-range apprentice, and the teaching of psionic power depends entirely on my own understanding."

Xue Ming: "Don't Master Ping'an care about you? Teacher Aling?"

This Daoist Ping'an is talking about Su Ling's master, the speaker of the Blackstone Senate—Luo Ping'an.

Su Ling: "He said, as long as I don't cause trouble in the future, I will repay my teacher's kindness."

I feel like I can't talk anymore today——

——Xue Ming didn't really understand the friendship between master and apprentice of Blackstone people.

So I changed the subject altogether.

He changed to a gentle and soft attitude, delivered warm tea and medicine for the next martial arts students, explained the rules of martial arts in advance, and adjusted his mentality for the two children. It was a 180-degree turn, from the cold cold-faced devil The male ruthless referee turned into a big smiling tiger.

The two students in the 17-year-old senior group seemed to have seen a ghost. Hearing the gunsmith teacher's earnest instructions, he felt that there was some truth in the other party's mouth - from the tactical level and the luster of the muscles, as well as the enemy's posture From the point of view of mental state, these combat technique instructions do have merit.

But Mr. Gunsmith feels different from the usual class.

In the past, teachers always emphasized how to "survive".

Now he said to the red side: "Your enemy is left-handed. If you approach with a stick, it will be the front hand against the front hand. You can't grasp the sense of distance. You lost a game. His physical fitness is not as good as yours. You have to think clearly. How to avoid the damage of sticks and turn stand-up sparring into a tug-of-war that consumes physical energy, so you can win, but it will be ugly to win-but if you lose, there will be no next match, so don’t regret it.”

But within a few seconds, the teacher turned back from where he was, and went to talk to Lan Fang.

"Your record is one win and two losses. You have played three games. You are mentally weak and physically weak. The last opponent bullied you with the height of your arms. The pressure deformed your movements. That is not your true level. This opponent is not in the same shape as you. Like, make it quick. Win it, win it better."

Su Ling gave herself a smirk: "Manipulating the game, right?"

After Xue Ming finished all this, he felt indescribably gratified when he saw the two students rekindled their fighting spirit and entered the competition ring.

"No, I'm just doing my job—maybe David Victor told me, a silly student, about dancing skills, asking me to open my heart and dance clumsily, that's the same mood."

He opened the log and wrote down the names of the red and blue students.

Su Ling: "Why did you still write down the names? These two students have a promising future?"

Xue Ming: "It's a merit book. I used to use the diary as an assassination list. Or to record the kindness others have shown me. When I have the ability, I will return it."

Su Ling: "Oh, you seem to have changed."

Xue Ming: "I often ask Meteor, what is the difference between me and the current me when I first met, and it was only later that I realized that the change was very big."

Su Ling: "What did he say?"

Meteor rushed forward, and after getting the promotion badge, he was overjoyed, hugged Brother Ming's neck happily, and shouted to Teacher Su Ling: "The change is great! The moment when Brother Ming and I saw each other! It’s embarrassing to accept the phone!”

Su Ling moved a few steps to the side, being aroused by the strong smell of sweat on Ah Xing's body, she took the initiative to dodge.

Meteor went on to say: "As before, regarding the story of Mrs. Canaan, my brain is not very good, and I can't think of how to write a diary to tell the story. I just joked with Brother Ming——Why don't you learn from Mrs. Canaan? Hug me? Let me find the feeling? "

Xueming: "Get lost."

Meteor hugged the little man beside him, and didn't intend to let go: "Hahahahahaha! He's just like the boss, he's getting tougher."

After finishing speaking, the kid brought Amin's merit book, and said with a strange expression on his face.

"Hey! Brother Ming! Why do you still remember the good things you did?"

Xue Ming stared at the students on the stage, and saw that the two students observed their opponents according to the mentality of knight combat skills, wrestling when advancing, and hiding and defending when retreating. Finally, they used all their strength, and a smile gradually appeared on their faces.

He said to Meteor: "I rested in Galahad for half a year, and last time I wrestled with the Little Brothers."

Meteor immediately understood: "I will become stronger, Brother Ming, unlike last time when I was chirping, I won't hold you back."

"No. That's not what I meant." Xue Ming shook his head, dispelled all thoughts, and no longer asked for a savior: "The governor of the forty-eighth district told me that the ominous weapon of the soldiers should be used as a last resort. I am In this way, there are more than 2,000 monsters who died in my hands, and I have indeed created a lot of killing karma, but as long as I remember enough merits, I will definitely be more handy when killing monsters."

Su Ling: "Is your merit book for this kind of thing?"

Meteor: "Brother Ming has always had a top-notch understanding of butchering techniques."

Xue Ming ignored Teacher Su Ling and Liu Xing's poor talk, and said seriously.

"To be honest, Galahad taught me a lesson. In District 48, I don't have a mass base, and it's very difficult to do things—these students are still young, and in another five or ten years, in another ten or twenty years Years. When they are all grown up and can stand alone, maybe I don’t have to worry about killing them, and I don’t have to worry about having no successor.”

"I've had a good talk with Director Simmons, and I want to leave the knight's combat skills in Galahad-now I think about it, this matter can't be rushed, I still want to live a wandering life, killing the most vicious criminals, between life and death."

Su Ling hugged Meteor's face: "How did your elder brother use such a cowardly tone and say such cruel words?"

Meteor's face was distorted by teacher A Ling, and he pouted and said, "I don't know."

at the same time--

——The outcome of the stage has been decided.

The blue team gritted their teeth and endured the pain, sacrificing the advantage of their left arm, and forced to fight the red team's right-hander, half of their torso and left half of their face were injured.

There is no close-range quick-attack combat, and the two fight each other with weapons. The transformation level is also pupation.

Sweat and blood were sprinkled on the floor tiles, from armed striking skills to physical exhaustion, it became an empty-handed twisting link after disarming each other.

The red team finally lost, and was locked by the blue team, but still refused to surrender. Until the thigh is folded back, when the blue side holds the red square's foot plate to lock the heel hook.

Xue Ming rang the final bell: "The blue side wins."

for a while—

—— Both sides of the game were in a daze and couldn't believe the result.

The young man from the blue side was bruised, his legs were weak, and he didn't get up for a long time. He let go of his opponent's ankle. His body was starved of oxygen, nauseated and retched.

"I won? I won?"

Meteor: "Good fight!"

Xue Ming: "Fight well, this trick pays 68,000 yuan - the heel hook is a very vicious lock technique, it can break an enemy's leg and leave him permanently disabled, even if it is cured with a panacea, the mental damage will not It will last for several months."

The young man on the red side was limping, his face was extremely unwilling, full of anger and resentment, he seemed to have not reacted yet.

"I lost? Teacher! I lost!? This guy."

Xue Ming patiently explained the cause of failure——

"—He jumped out of his comfort zone and gave up his left-handed advantage. His adaptability, willpower, and evolution speed are all better than yours. I didn't teach him how to win. He found a decisive way to win."

He supported the winner of the blue team, the student who had lost two games in a row could hardly stand up.

"Red Fang, your opponent's physical fitness is not as good as yours. You took the initiative to drag him off the ground, trying to turn your physical advantage into a victory. This is a good job, but unfortunately he wants to win more than you."

The crippled boy from the red team was injured by joint skills and couldn't stand still. He took off his half-fingered gloves and saw the blood in his gloves. Protective gear, full of regret.

At this moment, he is no longer the red side, and wants to say goodbye to the Sage's Cup.

For some reason, this student suddenly started to cry, as if all the previous efforts, all the suffering on the field, and all the training in the classroom were in vain, and a huge sense of gap almost shattered him.

"Teacher, I am not reconciled, I am so unwilling"

The gunsmith didn't speak, he was not good at comforting students.

"Where did he get his strength? He has reached the third knockout round, why?"

"I only lost one game. Obviously."

Right now, right now—

—The gunsmith grabbed the hand of the winner of the blue side, and asked the two students to shake hands and salute.

Xue Ming said, "Good fight."

The loser on the red side held the winner's hand with great reluctance, but in just a few seconds, he read the fiery competitive spirit and extremely strong emotions from the opponent's weak spirit thread.

This winner hardly even has the strength to shake hands. The strength he had when he locked his Achilles tendon and hugged his thigh just now was not as weak as it is now.

The loser suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face, as if he felt more intense neuralgia from his opponent's spiritual body.

Xue Ming went on to say: "The dean is right, the sage's cup can keep people young forever."

"That's great." Meteor smiled, his eyes turned into two thin lines, "You can lose after losing, it's not like life."

"I was" sobbed the red loser, looking into his opponent's eyes: "I wasn't that depressed. I wasn't that concerned"

"Brother, I can understand you." The winner from the blue side nodded feebly: "We have all been eliminated once, and I lost twice - if it is just a competition of psychic power and sticks, it is not fair at all. I don't care so much, if you lose, you lose, but when it comes to fighting, if it's a competition of knight fighting skills, you have to wrestle and fight."

The loser on the red side turned to look at Xue Ming: "Teacher, is knight combat skill so powerful?"

The winner of the blue team wants to hold the opponent's five fingers tightly, but his strength has been exhausted, and there is not a little left.

"I heard the teacher say that you don't have any regrets, as if you were slapped in the face, and then you woke up. The duel between me and you must be more than sticks and spirits, it's more than that."

The loser on the red side finally reluctantly handed over all the finger guards and took Mrs. Bai's coffee from Mr. Gunsmith. Wiping the snot and tears off his face, it seems that he has rested and is going to the lounge.

He walked out a few steps, and immediately turned back. He didn't even know the name of his grade opponent, but he entangled the winner—as if he wanted to say everything clearly, and he still had a lot of entrustments and thoughts.

"You win!"

The winner of the blue team just breathed a sigh of relief, the opponent's inexplicable request made him puzzled.

Xiaohong said persistently: "We must win! If you are the champion of the fourth grade group, I am willing! You took off my gloves! You must win, and I am not ashamed to lose to the champion!"

Leaving these things aside--

——Teacher Su Ling ate a bucket of popcorn, ran to another arena with assistant referee Xue Ming, and couldn't stop glancing at the pair of little red and little blue, showing the leader of the group eating melons violently True color.

"Following you can get a lot of CP"

Xueming covered his face, a little embarrassed.

"Teacher, Morpho units have incredible abilities, among which [flight] and [reproduction] are the most basic. Like a nymph seeing a dancing butterfly, it will also try to flap the wings that do not exist. Teacher Victor also used this method before. How to educate me—I think you can produce your own food and eat it yourself."