Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 532 533. Women's Greaves

Everyone can say nice things, but if nice words and roars can become fighting power, then the weak will be ravaged by the strong should disappear from the world.

In Lan En's eyes, Brisson's fighting level was not even as good as the only remaining divine guard beside him.

Because just after Lan En killed two people with one shot of [Alder's Seal] ammunition, the only remaining divine guard immediately pounced on them.

That posture was obviously because he didn't want Lan En to have the chance to use that attack that could penetrate two people at once.

There should be some limit to powerful attacks.

This is a normal thought.

And if Brisson also has the qualities of a warrior, he should rush forward together with the Cult guards.

Unfortunately, he spent this time declaring his life motto.

"Dang!"

There was a crisp sound of steel colliding, and a circle of sparks burst out from the blade of the cult guard.

The eyes under that visor couldn't stop being frightened.

Because his body also seemed to be falling apart at the same time. It felt like his body's movement ability was starting to stagnate even though he was just blocking a slash!

"Good skills."

Lan En gave the other party a slight compliment.

According to Mentos's calculations, after he had fully withstood the rebound force of [Wei Mingren: Dengli], it would take at least five moves for this guy to collapse.

He is indeed a master of ordinary people.

But he was not facing an ordinary person.

In an instant, he pulled out the Lake Lady's Sword from his waist and blocked the [Climbing Carp]. Lan En just used the angle of swinging the long knife to knock out the weighted ball on the handle of the knife in his hand!

And on the weighted ball, a hazy layer of air distortion was also wrapped around it.

That is the core skill in [Xianfengji Boxing], the air hammer.

The high-speed flowing high-density air wrapped around the weighted ball and hit the side ears of the cult guard's helmet.

The influence of air pressure will not be weakened by the helmet. Lan En saw with his own eyes that the opponent's eyes under the visor were filled with bloodshot eyes due to the sudden disturbance of intracranial air pressure, and then the pupils became dilated.

Looking at the slumped divine guard in front of him, Lan En held the Sword of the Lake Lady and turned the sword around habitually.

He is not Ashina's rigid samurai, who has to fight until his posture collapses.

After gaining a little advantage in the middle of the battle, he still has many tricks he can use to expand his advantage.

At this time, Brisson finally realized that he was alone.

His handsome face was flushed with blood, and he had just pulled out a Greek dagger from his waist.

But Lan En's attention was not on the short sword in the opponent's hand, but on his legs under his robe.

The opponent's legs were wearing greaves with sandals, and the shape of the greaves directly wrapped the entire calf.

But it looks like the greaves are for women.

Although it could be matched with Brisson's handsome appearance, Lan En didn't believe it when he said that wearing a women's greaves was nothing special.

Sure enough, Brisson rushed towards Lan En!

The clay floor in the basement instantly created two spider web-shaped crack pits under the force of his legs!

Smashing it with a sledgehammer can only do so much!

This is an instantaneous impact calculated at least in tons!

The momentum in his legs turned into speed, and Brisson's body stirred up the wind in the entire basement.

His loose blue robe was flying flamboyantly, just like his expression of joy and ferocity at this time.

He always wanted to see the fear of him in the eyes of others, instead of showing weak and disgusting emotions such as 'love' and 'tolerance' on his face.

And now, the Divine Religion has helped him do it.

How many such powerful artifacts can even the two city-states of Athens and Sparta produce?

In order to obtain more of this power, he will continue to serve the cult and keep his status in the cult rising.

It's hard to kill people, kill a lot of people, but it's all worth it!

Just like this guy in front of me now.

He suddenly broke in and suddenly killed the three divine guards around him, which was very powerful. Without anyone having to say anything, Brisson knew this was something.

But so what if it’s awesome?

In front of the power of the divine religion, it is only insignificant.

Brisson swung his dagger in a rapid sprint.

And just as he expected, the person who suddenly broke in from the opposite side also raised the long knife in his hand without even having time to think.

Wanting to meet the incoming dagger.

But Brisson knew in his heart that his swordsmanship had never been great.

What’s amazing about him is the pair of greaves he wears on his legs!

The handsome young man from an artistic family had a cheerful and fierce smile on his face.

The dagger in his hand stopped midway, and he jumped up instead.

The pair of women's greaves on his calves shone slightly with a golden sheen.

He was extremely light and swift, and launched a high spinning kick in mid-air!

Considering the force with which he kicked the ground just now, if he kicked someone this time, his head would probably be blown off!

For example, Brisson felt that Lan En's head was about to explode in the next moment.

Just now he was thinking about raising his long sword to fight the short sword. In this short period of time, he could no longer withdraw his strength and change his moves!

Brisson is certain of this.

But soon, the smile on his face, a beautiful young man from an artistic family, suddenly solidified.

"Ah."

A chuckle.

He made a sound in this unforgettable moment.

At this time, there was a spiral airflow wrapping around Lan En's legs.

His hand had just been taken out of the alchemy leather bag on his waist, and his blood was still on it.

And this blood is just to activate a thing, a skill.

[Old Hunter Leg Bone] - [Wuxinliu·Shokuchi]!

There was an explosion!

The tall figure originally standing in front of Brisson disappeared like smoke.

But when he reappeared, he had already entered the inside of the leg that was swinging in a circle during the roundhouse kick.

Before the shock on Brisson's face dissipated, he heard a 'stab'.

A bright silver light flashed across the crook of his kicked leg.

The powerful roundhouse kick caused his shins wearing greaves to fly out and hit the wall.

The remaining blood in the calf was squeezed out by the impact, spraying out splatter-like traces on the wall.

Brisson, who lost his entire calf, fell down due to instability in his balance after the roundhouse kick.

"Ahhhh!!!"

At first, the beautiful young man looked at his flying calf in a daze, as if he didn't realize what was going on. But then, the pain drove him to roar.

Lan En looked down at the twisted and beautiful young man rolling in a pool of his own blood, and took out the magical note.

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