Infinite Bloodcore

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This blow really caught him off guard. He was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he quickly blocked it with his two swords and knocked the black iron scimitar away.

"Great, he's out of arms!"

Just as Sauerkraut was about to be happy, the fish-man boy had already seized the opportunity he could create!

His whole body ran directly into Sauerkraut's arms.

Sauerkraut suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a tiger shark had hit him. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out many bubbles.

"Such a strong force?!" Sauerkraut was shocked.

It is very rare for a brown-scaled fishman to be able to use such a powerful impact.

Sauerkraut also often practices battles with his master. In his impression, his master is not that strong.

"If I were knocked down directly, wouldn't it be too embarrassing!"

Sauerkraut quickly raised his chest, stepped firmly on the sea floor with his legs, and took three or four steps back, trying not to be knocked down.

While falling back, he struck down hard with both arms, trying to hit the fishman boy's back hard with the handle of the knife.

Because his master had taken care of him, he only used the handle of the knife and did not turn the blade upside down. At the same time, his target was not the fish-man boy's eyes, but the boy's back.

"Fall down!" Sauerkraut shouted. Although he kept his hands open, he was very sure that as long as his attack hit his opponent, he would surely fall to the ground and be unable to get up.

But the fish-man boy didn't even look at it. He directly raised his hands and supported Sauerkraut's elbows.

This action is very clever.

If the young man tried to hold Suizao's forearm, he would bear considerable force. According to the strength of the brown-scaled fishman, he would probably fail to parry.

It would be easier if the boy held his arm with the elbow upward. According to the principle of leverage, the force he would bear would be much smaller and the parry would be successful.

But it's no use.

Because as long as Sauerkraut moves his elbow, his forearm will still drive the bronze scimitar and hit the fish-man boy hard.

Therefore, the murloc boy held both of Sauerkraut's elbows, which immediately made Sauerkraut stunned and unable to use his strength. The expressions of many of the warriors who were watching the murlocs also changed slightly.

A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.

Although it was just a small action, it could make the fish-man experts present realize that the fish-man boy was very capable.

After the fishman boy supported Sauerkraut's elbow, he took advantage of the momentum to pursue him. He turned his palms and clasped the opponent's elbow tightly.

Sauerkraut gritted his teeth and felt angry: "Fight with me?"

He was about to use all his strength to overwhelm the boy, but the fish-man boy suddenly kicked his legs to the ground, and the fish head hit Sauerkraut's chin hard.

Pickled cabbage was knocked back greatly and felt dizzy. Severe pain spread from his jaw, but Sauerkraut gritted his teeth and did not scream.

"Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if my feet hurt and I screamed?" Sauerkraut became more and more angry: "Damn it, it hurts so much, I must give you a good look!"

But the next moment, the fishman boy raised his leg and kicked him hard.

boom!

Pickle's crotch was hit squarely.

"I...ah!" Sauerkraut was immediately shaken physically and mentally. He could no longer feel the anger in his heart. The intense pain made him open his mouth and scream in pain.

For a moment, Sauerkraut forgot to resist, and his body subconsciously retreated.

But he forgot that his elbow was firmly controlled by Rush.

The fish-man boy firmly grasped Sauerkraut's two elbows, his legs were like wind wheels, and he kept pushing his calves or knees against Sauerkraut's crotch.

Bang bang bang!

The terrifying combos produced a sound that made all male fishmen feel numb.

In a short period of time, Sauerkraut went from crying in pain to screaming, and then from screaming to whining.

Pickled cabbage fell to the ground miserably.

The fish-man boy refused to let him go and stepped on him several times with his foot.

Sauerkraut shrank into a lobster shape, tightly covering his crotch, and kept hissing and pumping out sea water from his mouth.

"I won!" The fish-man boy raised his arms and shouted loudly, then he was panting again and again. He had been exercising very violently just now.

The whole place was dead silent except for the boy's voice declaring victory.

The young man walked towards his scimitar. This black iron scimitar was stuck in the sand at the bottom of the sea.

The boy successfully retrieved it.

The fishman who was leaning against the black iron scimitar took a few steps back decisively and cautiously distanced himself from the fishman boy.

Many male fishmen rushed to feel the coolness under their crotches, as if there was a sudden cold current between their legs.

The fish-man boy returned to Sauerkraut with a machete in his hand. He flipped his wrist and made a few more tricks.

Looking at these knives, Sauerkraut felt guilty and indignant. He remembered what his master had told him - "Be careful with his scimitar."

"Despicable!" Sauerkraut fell to the ground, gritting his teeth.

The next moment, the fishman boy walked past him who was lying on the ground, and bent down to pick up the two bronze scimitars of Sauerkraut.

"What are you doing!?" Sauerkraut shouted, and he became anxious when he saw the scimitar falling into the young man's hands.

He wanted to get up, but his crotch was in so much pain that his face turned visibly pale under his thick scales.

Pickle tried his best but failed to stand up. The pain in his crotch was heartbreaking.

The young man successfully picked up two bronze scimitars and announced loudly: "These are my trophies."

"Put them down! We are a duel between warriors, you are robbing!" Sauerkraut shouted.

"You challenge me, I will spare your life. I just take away your weapon, which is already letting you go. Don't you want your life anymore?" The fish-man boy snorted coldly, and a cold and cold murderous intention suddenly appeared.

The fish people were stimulated by the desire to kill, and they started shouting one after another.

"Outlander, you are too arrogant!"

"If you dare to kill someone in our town, you are simply seeking death."

"This is a duel between warriors. Just now, Sauerkraut obviously kept his hand and only hit you on the back with the handle of the knife. (Although he missed...)"

"It's so noisy, you guys!" The fish-man boy raised his head and shouted, not afraid at all and full of wildness.

He does have the capital to not be afraid.

It is a silver fighting spirit, and also has a dragon-like form. Relying on the defensive power of dragon scales, he can withstand gold-level fighting skills, and it is not a problem to survive the siege of these fishmen.

The only one who is a bit troublesome is the only silver-level fish-man shaman in the town.

However, the fish-man boy has another trump card - the deep-sea monster fish is hidden and can be killed at any time for support.

"Everyone, calm down!" Old Brown Scale, the leader of the caravan, finally couldn't sit still anymore. He sent Sauerkraut to challenge Ben Bo, just to see his strength clearly and facilitate recruitment. If this causes conflict, it is not his original intention at all.

After this battle, Old Brown Scale became more and more fond of running around, and his willingness to recruit became even stronger.

Immediately, he stepped out from the crowd and calmed down the excited fish-men onlookers with a gentle wave of his hand, showing his authority in the town.

Then, the old brown scale turned to face the fishman boy and said with a smile: "Sauerkraut is my apprentice. His skills are inferior to others and he was defeated by you. It doesn't matter if you take these two scimitars as trophies." It’s inappropriate. If you like it, take it.”

"Master?!" Sauerkraut was shocked and couldn't care less about the severe pain for a moment. "These two knives are the treasures of your life."

"It is indeed my treasure. It's a pity that you lost. The other party obviously kept his hand." Old Brown Lin sighed deliberately.

"Master...father..." The pickled fish man's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he almost wanted to cry, "I swear, I will give you two brand new bronze scimitars in the future. No, Black Iron, I will definitely get two of them. A black iron grade machete for you!"

"That's pretty much it." The fish-man boy curled his lips deliberately, trying to look triumphant.

Fortunately, he has spent more time transforming into the fish-man form recently, otherwise it would be difficult to succeed in making such an expression.

His appearance immediately aroused disgust among the fish people around him, and they wanted to beat up the boy, a foreigner. Especially the sauerkraut, I hated it so much that I gritted my teeth.

But the old brown scale pointed at the fish-man boy, shook his head deliberately and said: "About? No, you are too far behind."

"Hey, what do you mean? Are you still unwilling?" The young man shouted deliberately displeased.

Seeing the young man taking the bait, Old Brown Scale smiled and said, "You are a single-sword styler, right? Do you really know how to use two swords? You have three swords in total now. Can you use them?"

The young man pouted: "I can't use them, and I'm used to using a knife. But I can sell them for money. Do you want to buy them? Just say it. As long as the price is right, I will sell them to you on the spot."

Sauerkraut's eyes turned black with anger.

This is obviously his master's sword, but he actually wants his master to buy it. This trip is too abominable!

Old Brown Scales nodded without hesitation: "I bought it. However, I won't pay you."

"Are you trying to amuse me?"

"Of course not. What I pay you is something more valuable than money. For example, my sword skills or fighting skills." The old brown-scaled words were shocking.

He stared at the young man's fish-man face with a penetrating gaze: "If my guess is correct, you haven't actually learned how to use a knife seriously, and you don't have any fighting skills."

Sauerkraut's heart suddenly moved, and he agreed with this guess: "There must not be one. If there is, can he just swing the knife?"

The fish-man boy curled his lips and said, "Although you guessed it right, I refuse to admit it and am still stubborn": "Huh, of course I have fighting skills, but I'm not afraid of causing death, so it's useless. I really need to use it. Come out and collect the body for your apprentice."

Sauerkraut suddenly felt as if a flying knife had been inserted into his heart.

The old brown scale laughed and did not refute the fishman boy's words: "I can teach you how to use the knife and teach you fighting skills at the same time. I can use these to buy back this pair of bronze scimitars. Do you think that's okay?"

"Master!!" Sauerkraut exclaimed.

The other murlocs present were also shocked. They all heard that Old Brown Scale was very optimistic about Ben Bo and wanted to promote him.

"Let me think about it." The fish-man boy hesitated deliberately.

Sauerkraut was so angry that he vomited blood.

"I think back then, I had to endure a lot of hardships in order to learn skills from my master. After all the hard work and risking my life, I dug up a large bowl of pearls as a ceremony to become my master. I knelt in front of the door for three days and three nights. Only then did I Master is impressed. Now that there is such a good thing, you still want to consider it?!"

"Hey, you probably taught me wrong things on purpose, to hurt me. After all, he is your apprentice, and this is also your sword." The fish-man boy shouted.

"My master is definitely not this kind of person! You actually dare to slander my master, you..." Sauerkraut's eyes widened with anger and became bloodshot.

He wanted to bite the fish-man boy into pieces.

Old Brown Scales stretched out his hand to stop Pickle's scolding. The fish-man boy's suspicion made him even more convinced that this wild wandering fish-man had no city at all.

He smiled and said: "He is indeed my apprentice, and this is indeed my sword originally. But I will not teach you the wrong things, and I hope that you two can have a real sword fight in the future. Use excellent sword skills and wonderful fighting skills. Don’t you want to?"

The fish-man boy was stunned and showed a look of fascination.

"Hey, the young man took the bait." Old Brown Scales was keenly aware of the young man's expression, and felt happy in his heart.

Seeing the slightly raised corners of the old brown scale's mouth, the fishman boy was also happy: "Oh, this old guy took the bait."

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