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The light from the coral groves ripples across the ocean floor, illuminating the path ahead.

The leader of the caravan, Old Brown Scales, was walking side by side with the old woman, the mayor of the fish-man shaman.

"It's been two days. How's that guy doing?" The murloc shaman, covered with fish whiskers and hunched over, asked as he walked forward with a cane in hand.

"Oh, he is currently practicing the Red Scale Dance." Old Brown Scale smiled.

The old fish-man shaman glanced at Old Brown Scales in surprise: "You actually taught him your bottom-of-the-box fighting skills so easily?"

"I think you taught Sauerkraut this fighting skill for six years before teaching him. And before teaching him, you also set up a difficult test."

"In order to complete the test, Sauerkraut went through many hardships and came back with many serious injuries. I had to treat him to save his life."

Old Brown Scales nodded: "This sword skill is very precious. If we don't set up a test, how can we make Sauerkraut know how to cherish it?"

"Of course, the more important reason is that this sword skill itself has great flaws."

"It comes from a fire element elder. He is a fire element druid who explores all over the world. Once he was in trouble while exploring a submarine volcano, and was accidentally rescued by my ancestor."

"In order to repay my ancestor's life-saving grace, this druid taught him this sword skill."

"Of course, this sword skill is suitable for the fire element, not for us fishmen."

"My family has practiced this sword skill for generations and slowly improved it. This is how I have the red scale dance that I have mastered now."

"Although Red Scale Flurry has been improved by so many generations of fishmen, it still has many shortcomings."

"Once it is maintained for a little longer, the temperature of the user's whole body will rise sharply. If the user does not stop in time and insists on continuing to use it, the user's blood will boil and be cooked by this knife skill. By then, the fish scales all over the body will be roasted. red."

"In the later stages of using this sword skill, the user's muscles, bones, and brain are affected by high heat, causing our movements to be drastically deformed. Originally, if we thought of swinging the sword straight, in reality the attack route would become very distorted."

"Because of these two points, it is called the Red Scale Dance."

Hearing Old Brown Scale's detailed and candid explanation, the fishman shaman suddenly realized: "No wonder you set up such a test for Sauerkraut in the first place. It turned out that you wanted to use the test to train Sauerkraut's ability and give him the strength to do it. Overcome the drawbacks of the red-scaled dance.”

Old Brown Scale laughed: "Yes, it is very difficult to practice such sword skills."

"It takes at least two or three months to master running. I think it took me a month and a half."

"Currently, he is doing basic exercises, using a knife to chop rocks on the seabed."

"In fact, this training content will be used throughout the entire sword skill training. Even I will chop rocks for a while to maintain my standard every once in a while."

"We're almost there."

Many seafloor rocks appeared ahead.

The rocks are mostly yellow, with occasional white rocks.

This is an underwater stone field not far from the fishman village.

For fishmen, this is a very important resource point. Because the tools that fishmen use daily are basically stone tools. Even the weapons and equipment are mostly stone tools.

The light in the stone field is dim, and there are not many coral bushes as light sources.

The water flow is gentle and there are few turbulent undercurrents.

The fishman shaman and Old Brownscale walked into the stone field.

The fish-man shaman's dim old eyes looked at the ground and found two pairs of fish-man footprints: "Is the pickled cabbage here too?"

Old Brown Scale smiled and said: "I asked Sauerkraut to come here specially to demonstrate Red Scale Flurry's knife skills to Ben Bo, but I told Sauerkraut not to give any guidance other than that."

The fish-man shaman was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "As expected of you, Old Brown Scales."

After she experienced it a little, she understood the beauty of this move.

On the one hand, it showed Ben Bo the powerful power of the red-scaled flurry of sword skills after practicing them proficiently, which strongly attracted Ben Bo to continue learning.

Secondly, when he was running around practicing, he deliberately showed a more powerful attack effect, making him in sharp contrast to Sauerkraut. There is a gap in comparison, which will make Ben Bo bow his head and choose to ask the old brown scale for advice.

Thirdly, didn’t Ben Bo compete in the challenge and defeat Sauerkraut? At this time, Sauerkraut showed his strength, which made Benbo stop being underestimated and undermine his arrogance as a winner, making it easier for Sauerkraut to manage him in the future.

After being praised by the fish-man shaman, Old Brown Scales sighed deeply: "Oh, I am old. I hope to do more things for the town while I am still alive. If Ben Bo stays in the town, the people in our town will There is one more black iron fighter."

"He learned my fighting skills again. When Sauerkraut inherits my mantle and position in the future, he will be able to serve as Sauerkraut's deputy and help him share the pressure."

"But it's a pity that these two people are not of the same blood. At most, they are just a black iron. If there was a silver-level fighter in our town back then, he would not have been suppressed by the knife fin..."

"Forget it, there's no need to mention the past." The fish-man shaman interrupted Old Brown Scales with a sigh.

The two went deep into the stone field.

A stone with several knife marks on its surface caught their eyes.

The two stopped to watch, and Old Brown Scale laughed: "This must have been hacked by Ben Bo. Look, there are only five knife marks on the stone."

"He didn't make the sixth slash. For the first time, he felt the difficulty of this sword skill."

"It is difficult for beginners to maintain the red-scaled dance, because it requires two distractions. On the one hand, it maintains the movement of fighting energy, and on the other hand, it controls the trajectory of one's sword. The movement route of fighting energy is very complicated, and one must practice a lot until it becomes instinctive. , to be able to perform Red Scale Flurry for a long time.”

There was a hint of pride in Old Brown Scale's tone.

Touching the knife marks on the surface of the stone, he recalled: "I think back when I first learned it, I worked hard and stayed awake for three days and three nights, and then I was able to leave more than ten knife marks on the stone at one time."

The two of them continued on their way.

Stones carved with knife marks are the best guide signs.

After passing through more than a dozen such stones, Old Brown Scales' expression changed and he let out a sigh.

The old fishman shaman looked closely and saw that the number of knife marks on the stone exceeded ten, rising to fifteen.

Old Brown Scales was a little embarrassed.

"Haha, it seems that Ben Bo is really talented."

"My vision is accurate."

"I'm very pleased that he got started so quickly."

"But the hard part is yet to come."

"To truly master it, you must be able to split the stone with every blow."

"I think it took me seven days to achieve this point. But this result is already very good, and my father praised me very much."

"The running left only knife marks, which is much worse."

Old Brownscale shook his head.

The two of them walked for a while, and the expression on Old Brownscale's face changed obviously.

He found the split boulder.

Pieces of gravel, obviously chopped off by knives, were scattered around the boulder.

"This?!" Old Brown Lin recognized it in surprise. From the cut side of the gravel, he could deduce the path of the sword's hand. This is obviously not a sauerkraut knife. The trajectory of the knife is the same as the previous knife mark. Could it be that Ben Bo can actually split stones?

"Oh my god, how long has it been!" Old Brown Scales exclaimed in his heart.

The old fish-man shaman looked at him with a smile: "This must have been split by Ben Bo, right? Most of this stone has not been split. I know that sauerkraut can split the entire stone into small pieces. .”

Old Brown Scale coughed twice: "Yes, yes, this run is a bit beyond my expectation."

"He has mastered this knife skill and is faster than me."

"But it's not a big deal. He hasn't broken my grandpa's grandpa's record yet."

Old Brown Scales worked hard to maintain the dignity of his predecessors.

He smiled and pointed at the stone that had been chopped into half: "He didn't continue chopping, he must have lost control. You see, the last few times he used the knife, although the power became stronger and stronger, the direction has drifted. This shows that he can’t control Ben Bo.”

"Although he has initially mastered this sword skill, he also feels the biggest difficulty in practicing this sword skill."

"Hahaha, although I wasn't here at the time, I can imagine this kid frowning and thinking hard."

"Next, he will definitely not be able to resist asking Sauerkraut for advice."

"Sauerkraut will show you how to really master the red scale flurry of knife skills."

"He will feel the gap. At the same time, he will be very happy. Fortunately, he succeeded in attacking and did not let Sauerkraut really show his effect."

The two old fishmen continued walking.

Along the way, they found more and more fragments of stone.

Old Brown Lin paused and pointed at the stone: "Haha, this was chopped by pickled cabbage. I am very familiar with the trajectory of his knife skills, and I can tell it's him at a glance."

"The one next to him must have been cut by Ben Bo. The difference is obvious."

The old shaman nodded.

Sauerkraut chopped down this huge boulder, leaving only the base about the size of a stool. And there is still more than half of the stones that I have chopped down.

Walked a few more steps.

The pair discovered a second pair of hacked boulders.

You can tell at a glance who cut it.

Old Brown Scale laughed: "The fish can't get off the hook, they are competing. I know this guy Ben Bo is unruly and wild. He will definitely not be reconciled to losing for the first time, and he will definitely drag the pickled cabbage to compete. The second and third time.”

"He's going to lose miserably."

"You will clearly realize the power of sauerkraut!"

Sure enough, the next few pairs of boulders were the most direct evidence, verifying Old Brown Scale's guess.

Because they had to select a large enough boulder that was suitable for the competition, Ben Bo and Sauerkraut did not stay in one place, but kept going deeper.

The two old fishmen walked along their footsteps.

Every time, I lose the competition by running around.

But Old Brown Scale's expression gradually changed.

He found that the gap between the two was shortening. And the shortening is getting faster and faster!

This discovery shocked him!

There is no doubt that Ben Bo's progress has exceeded all records he knows.

Finally, they saw Sauerkraut.

In a pile of rubble, Pickled Cabbage stood blankly, as motionless as a stone statue.

It wasn't until Old Brown Scale called out three times that Sauerkraut finally responded with a cry.

He looked at Old Brown Scales in despair: "Master, am I... am I stupid?"

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