Abyss Express

At the end of the knockout round, Xue Ming went to various arenas to discuss techniques and tactics with the students based on the composition of their elemental qualities, asking the losers to cheer up and make a final fight.

The whole process was lengthy and complicated. Not only the gunsmith and the students were reviewing before the exam, but the teacher also learned a lot from these children.

There are more and more names on the log, and in addition to the names, more details of the game appear.

"The spirit body of the red party is tough, and a complete mass of silk thread can be vaguely seen, and it has reached the stage of cocooning."

Xue Ming was making notes while observing the situation on the field.

"The game time has entered the finale of eight minutes. The pyroxene light sources and physical reserves of both sides are like flickering candles, which will go out as soon as they are blown."

The scene on the stage is sweat like showers, and blood is like Foehn.

"The blue player is very smart. His spiritual body is not as good as the red player's. He uses weak spiritual threads to resist the blows of the stick, trying to dissipate the force of the blunt weapon. It slides like a rolling pin, sending fatter size The side of the arm—the eyes, hands, heart, and mind are all integrated into one, which is a great technique."

When there is a slight pause, it is a gap between the two dueling parties to set their pace and adjust their breath, panting like a cow and exchanging eyes.

"Judging from the accumulated physical damage of the two, the blue team's strike range is smaller and the density is higher, while the red team's strike range is larger, but it cannot weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness-the physical fitness of both of them will reach the end."

Xue Ming raised his head and stared at the two contestants who were fighting each other.

"If nothing else happens, the red team can't break through themselves, complete the evolution, and if they can't find a new way of playing, he will lose."

The situation on the field was just as Xue Ming deduced——

——The blue team player seems to have been hit in many places on the body, with bruises, bruises, and bleeding on the face, but he can still maintain clear eyes. Holding a long staff in his hand, he leaned forward and hit, his step-by-step posture was like that of an experienced hunter.

The red player only had three injuries. He held the French stick with his right hand, and his jaw, wrist, and thumb were all torn apart. Later, he forcibly used both hands to change the center line of the weapon to meet the enemy. Otherwise, he would have caught the stick Can't stop.

The other injury was at the liver of the belly, which was stabbed by the long staff of the blue party with the advantage of distance. The precise and vicious stabbing almost turned the belly into a mass of rotten meat, and the broken muscle tissue could be seen. A steady stream of blood flowed down the pants.

The last injury is the left leg of the right frame, which is the whipping blow on the calf. In order to weaken the fighting power of the red team, the blue team can use the long staff to take two steps ahead. If the opponent's left leg can be abolished, the red team can move forward The intention to attack will be more obvious because of the sluggish left leg.

The psychic energy fluctuations of the two sides in the battle are strong and powerful, and they are the group with the strongest fighting will among the seventh grade students.

Eight minutes passed, and the two still hadn't decided the winner. The wounded and wounded were groaning in pain like a cornered animal yelling in protest.

The blue player was very patient, but at the moment when the opponent's shoulders, elbows and torso were out of balance, he was motivated to be aggressive and eager to win.

Almost an instinctive reaction! Really just instinct!

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. Red Fang's left shin twitched, causing his body to become unbalanced, and Blue Fang swung his stick!

The long staff is entangled with sharp spiritual silk for the simplest enchantment to increase damage. You need to use a hard stick to end the enemy with bloodletting damage!

If it drags on for tens of seconds, I am afraid that the body will betray the brain, and the opponent will kneel down weakly before the opponent!

Thinking of this, Xiaolan almost followed Xiaohong's trembling and twitching unbalanced state, and attacked at the same time.

The embossed iron rods shining with azure blue light shot at the same time, Hong Fang straightened his body, did not evade, but stood upright, and regained consciousness at the last second—as if the weakness just now was caused by "the former wolf's false sleep". Lure the enemy" trick!

The crisp and vivid sound of gold and iron clashing came out.

Xue Ming couldn't help applauding the Red Fang's will to fight—

"—Good fight!"

It was hard for him to imagine how Xiaohong, who had suffered such a serious injury, endured the pain and pressure, and came up with this method to break through the predicament a second before the decisive victory.

Previously, Xiaohong was teased and played with the opponent's long weapons, like a toy at the mercy of others, and occasionally sacrificed herself to break through, causing extremely limited damage and unable to carry out precise strikes.

To be able to set a trap at the last second, show weakness, and execute the process - that's pretty remarkable.

The result of the sparring has not yet come out——

——Because the red and blue sides are fighting with sticks at an arm's length, the last bit of adrenaline is strong enough to support the will, unless it hits an important nerve in the head and face, and the hit is accurate enough, otherwise there will be no winning crit.

They have been fighting for eight minutes and there is no time to rest. Unless the goddess of luck favors only one of them, otherwise there is no way to hit the enemy's head with this mental state.

A few seconds passed, and the movements of the two sides became more and more sluggish. In the end, the blue side collapsed, and the red side was also weak and about to kneel with just one breath.

The final bell rang—

"—the red side wins."

Xue Ming sent Lady Bai's products to the two brave men, and talked to the pair of little red and little blue about the details that need to be paid attention to in the knight's competition.

He said to Xiaolan: "You have done a good job and played smartly, just a little bit. In the final round, your stick advantage is gone. If you can't hit again, you can accumulate The weakness of damage is that the red side has the upper hand—you are too impatient.”

Xiaolan said dejectedly: "It's not that I'm impatient. I saw the moment he collapsed, his body seemed to be out of order, and I wanted to go up and end him!"

"That's because your body is too impatient." Xue Ming emphasized: "You can't control the physical body, you can't achieve the unity of spirit and body, and the speed of transformation will also slow down-you need to adjust slowly, which is very difficult things."

Xiaohong finished drinking Mrs. Bai's products, brought another bucket of cold water, and washed herself from head to toe. After leaving the scorching hot arena, she looked like a different person when she returned to the teacher. When he was quiet, he was like a shy girl.

"Good fight." The gunsmith nodded towards Xiaohong: "I have a deep understanding of mimicry technology - you can maintain a rational arrangement of attacks in an extremely high-intensity combat environment, you are a very powerful fighter."

Xiaohong didn't speak, and bowed to thank the gunsmith teacher.

In the end, the red and blue parties shook hands and saluted, and Lingsi exchanged information with the spirit body.

Although it was just an ordinary competition, it changed its taste in the eyes of the dean and the teachers and students.

It was a psyker at two different stages of pupation and cocooning, and achieved remarkable results with knight combat skills——

——Unlike simple addition and subtraction, it is not whose stick and pyroxene are stronger, nor whose spirit body is more perfect, that can determine the direction of the game.

Although the player from the blue team was in the pupation stage, the reason for his defeat was not that his spiritual power was inferior to that of the red team.

On the contrary, his performance in the first half was very impressive. His understanding of Lingsi and his strengths in sticks almost completely crushed his opponent in terms of IQ.

The red player is in the cocooning stage, and his spirit body is more powerful, but the means of deciding the winner has little to do with spiritual power.

He was in a hard fight in the first half, and the weapon was almost dropped several times. The spirit body could help him once or twice, save his fatal mistake, help him absorb the damage and regain his grip on the stick, but the main reason for defeating the opponent was the mimicry lure. The enemy and the next arrangement attack.

The key factor that determines the outcome of this contest is patience. Whoever loses patience first and is overwhelmed by a sore and tired body loses the victory.

Judging from the habit of the red team stepping down, dealing with wounds and pouring cold water on his body afterwards, I am afraid that he has experienced this kind of pain more than once.

All these mysterious changes come from the gunsmith's knight combat skills.

It is a mental technique that can be practiced by ordinary people and is suitable for most combat scenarios. For psychic duels, it is almost a dimensionality reduction blow.

At the highest point of the spectator seats—

——Principal Lubang looked at the many students who didn't talk about any kindness and etiquette in the final knockout stage.

"It's only half a year, only half a year." Dean Lu Bang sighed, holding the gemstone of the wand, and looking towards the ring: "How do I feel, it seems that these children have changed their appearance."

Director Simmons stood beside his old friend, his eyes drifting away. Most of the senior students in Galahad are blue stones. They are quiet, wise, and knowledgeable elites, and they rarely express such a strong fight Will, like a hunter wearing a leather skirt and holding a spear back in the wild age, makes people feel incredible.

"I have to admit that there is something about the skills taught by gunsmiths."

Even if it is a duel in the graduation group, as long as there is not much difference between the wands of the two duels, the psychic magic that can be cast is not as quick-attack magic as rubber bullets, and cannot directly defeat the opponent in the first round.

It's like Locke Tyson's torch blower. This technique can indeed kill strong disaster beasts and scare away most demented monsters in the underground environment. However, the sixteen-meter-square arena is too small and can be left to mages to play. There is too little space. As long as Meteor can survive the first round of barbecue and open up a path to charge, he can hold on to the victory.

Director Simmons didn't push himself into the dark—

——He no longer speaks bluntly, because the reality does not talk about magic etiquette, nor does it leave time and space for students to perform rituals and cast spells, and there is one more crucial thing.

As far as the current winners are concerned, their grades in the Knight Combat Skills class are all very good, and almost all of them have obtained full credits for one semester.

The green gold and some astral hybrids can rank among the best, which is the ruthless crushing of Homo sapiens by the physique of the disaster beast.

Magicians can also learn knight combat skills, which is not a conflict. Many students, after realizing the fact that their spiritual body is weak and weak, gave up the idea of ​​throwing projectiles, and instead used enchanting rituals to strengthen the direct damage of sticks and exercise their physical body's ability to resist blows. As far as the main business is concerned, it is a detour.

But it is this kind of detour that repeatedly forged the will of these students. The casting and knocking that lasted for half a year allowed these pain-sensitive children to get acquainted with their physical bodies again.

Lu Bang pointed to a pair of little red and little blue, both girls and classmates. The pair of contestants had just decided the winner, and when they got off the ring, they hugged each other tightly with four hands, turning into two little crying bags.

"The last time I saw this was before the Second World War, when there were many heroes and people were full of hope - young people had role models and never lost heart, even if they lost, it didn't matter. The opponent is not a stumbling block, not a competitor who takes away the honor, but the best partner."

Simmons turned his head and looked at the auditorium of the stadium. Countless people followed the totem flags of the academic factions and stood up one by one, like layers of waves. The sound of cheering and cheering made him fascinated.

"Is this really a knockout match? Lupine, I don't understand."

You must know that the cups of the sages over the years have always been determined by the primary election, and all eyes will be focused on a few young talents. After all, that is the hope of the whole village of Balasong, and the talent of spiritual power is sent from heaven. Gifts—very few people will change their fate against the sky after they reach adulthood, usually at the age of three, so family background becomes extremely important.

When it comes to the knockout stage, they are all picking treasures from the trash. The bluestone people are not as lively as the redstone people. After one or two failures, most of the students have no fighting spirit and sharp spirit. The duel selection will become very difficult. ugly.

Simmons will say this because this year's Sage's Cup is very different.

As teachers and teaching assistants, Wu Mingshi's two brothers were like a shot in the arm. They didn't know what kind of chicken blood and ecstasy soup they gave the students, so that the audience in the knockout stage could shout out the momentum of the Best Luna Cup.

This is a kind of magic that Director Simmons can't understand. Dean Lupine can understand part of it, because he participated in the Sage's Cup in the last two eras. He was both a contestant and a referee. He understands that friendship is the most magical magic. .

Children always need vigor, vitality, and a spirit of fearlessness.

These students will be so concerned about winning and losing, and become extremely serious during the elimination stage, because knight combat skills give them another chance, compared to ceremonies such as giving stones and staffs, this kind of opportunity is something that everyone can grasp and hold tightly in hand.

Dean Lupine has always wanted to study the technique of combining sticks and stones, and give the bluestone people another kind of [fairness]——

——Because the passenger only has one stick in his life, the temper of the spirit supervisor is not easy to think about. If he can artificially control the stick to become a magician's staff and a tool, there is a possibility of recreating the universe. Decay into miraculous feats.

The knight combat skills taught by the gunsmith to the students are like another kind of magic wand. As long as the panacea is still there, it can cure pain and disease, and make people's limbs sound, and they can be refined into steel.

When the Dean was thinking about it——

——Director Simmons became distraught and began to worry. His granddaughter was eliminated because of drone footage.

"How is it possible! How is she?"

Lupine: "Calm down, Simmons. A lot of people are watching you."

Simmons was furious, grabbed Lupine's beard and shouted nervously: "We made her such a powerful wand! Her psionic talent is not bad, why did she fall in the first round?! I don't understand!"

Lupine: "Everything happens for a reason, it's just because she's unlucky"

Simmons rolled his eyes: "Luck? I never believed in luck! Will Luna be defeated by luck? She is twenty-one years old! This is the last time she will participate in the Sage's Cup! It's a juncture like this! The whole family is ashamed of her!"

"Don't put too much pressure on the child." Lupine pointed to the big screen: "Look at your granddaughter, look at Luna, take a good look at her."

"It must be the referee blowing the black whistle! Damn it!" Simmons has never been so angry. No matter how angry this cunning jackal is, he will not lose his mind. Now he is breaking the explosion-proof thick, just because his granddaughter, who he cares about the most, is here. Handing in a zero-point answer sheet at a critical moment is like in the mundane world, an outstanding student in the third year of high school but pulled his hips during the college entrance examination.

Director Simmons was concerned but confused. When his eyes drifted to the big screen in the main venue, all the anger disappeared.

Because his granddaughter was crying and buried her head in her partner's arms—

——Miss Luna's makeup was smeared, and she was beaten black and blue, which made Simmons feel distressed and guilty, and an indescribable sense of shame would overwhelm his head again.

"Gunsmith! Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"

"I'm here!" Xue Ming replied from a distance.

Simmons: "It's all your fault! My granddaughter was eliminated! It's all your fault! She was defeated by a good student you taught with knight combat skills?!"

Xue Ming raised his hands in surrender: "No, no, no, no! Director! I'm afraid you seldom pay attention to Miss Luna. This student is very hardworking and hardworking. Even she has scored 16 points in knight combat skills. She is indeed a Xueba, I admire her very much."

"Then why... why did she lose!" Simmons' forehead was bulging with veins, but his attention was attracted by the live broadcast of the main stage.

On the big screen, the weeping Luna was hugged by her opponent, who was her classmate in the 21-year-old graduation group.

"You've done a great job, Luna."

"I hope you look at this matter rationally. We have done what we should do, but our skills are not as good as ours. There is nothing to complain about."

"The source of all tragedies comes from lottery matching. Just because you met me."

"In the ring, neither of your two failures was because you were bad. The first opponent you met was Hasben Madison, and he was Morpho -- your efforts were not in vain."

"The Myth of Sisyphus said - the loss of hope is not despair. The fire of the earth is worth the fragrance of the sky."

"We were good enough and no one is responsible for this failure."

Jiang Bailu said so, and handed Luna a makeup remover cotton and water, with an apologetic face.

All the audience saw Director Simmons' granddaughter whimpering and cursing while rolling her eyes.

"You're so strong, how the hell did you get into the loser's bracket!"

Jiang Bailu covered his forehead and also rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to ask Brother Meteor to borrow pyroxene and sticks to compete, but in the second round of re-selection, I was matched with him, and he was directly judged to lose. I am also a victim of the matching system. We are classmates, and it is fate to meet you."

At this time, the director is a bit annoying——

——The camera cut to Bu Meteor player.

Meteor squatted at the canteen and ate popsicles. There was no iron knight at hand, and the rose pyroxene wolf mask was also lent to Bai Lu.

When he was on TV again, he was very calm, greeting the audience with strange gestures, and only said one word.

"6."