Infinite Bloodcore

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Without thinking for long, the fish-man boy made his choice: "I want to learn to ride the waves."

It's not difficult to choose.

Hard scales have drawbacks, but the nature of the spinning knife is the icing on the cake. With the Wave Rider, the boy's mobility can be greatly improved, and he can advance and retreat freely in many battles. Although it is not an offensive or defensive fighting skill, it can greatly improve the boy's fighting ability.

The old brown-scaled pupils lit up slightly: "Wise choice, I will teach you the operation route of Dou Qi, which is quite complicated."

The operation route is not complicated at first, but the fishman's IQ is like that, and the boy can easily understand it.

After a few attempts and several failures, the water gushed out from under the fishman boy's feet. With a sudden surge, he suddenly flew above the head of the old brown scale.

Old Brown Scales was stunned.

"Have you learned it now?" Sauerkraut opened his mouth wide. He had learned this fighting skill for two years, two full years before he learned it!

The old fish-man shaman was also shocked. She looked at the young man attentively: "Do you have the blood of a spell caster? I know the wave-riding fighting skill. The operation route is complicated and can rival some elementary spells. Your spirit is extraordinary and your understanding ability is extraordinary. Very strong, who are your parents? What kind of bloodline do you have?"

Then, with a slightly gloomy look on his face, the fish-man boy told the story of his tragic past when his parents both died.

"My mother raised me. I heard from her that our original tribe encountered terrifying sea monsters during the great migration. My father died in battle, and after my mother taught me the ability to survive alone, she also fell ill and died."

"Tianzhu Haiyan is not my real hometown."

"So that's it. I'm similar to you. I'm an orphan. My master raised me." Sauerkraut said. Old Brown Scale is equivalent to his adoptive father. Because of this, Old Brown Scale will regard Sauerkraut as his successor when there is no qualified blood heir.

The fish-man boy glanced at Sauerkraut, but he didn't expect that the excuse he made up would actually make the fish-man give up most of his hostility, and he would feel sympathy for her.

"My child, you can definitely regard this place as your home." The old fishman shaman comforted him warmly.

The fishman boy shook his head: "No, I am more accustomed to being alone in the wild than living with other fishmen."

Old Brown Scales and Old Shaman looked at each other, and the former smiled and said: "Since that's what you think, we won't force you to stay. However, before leaving, you two have to fight one more time, so don't forget it. "

Sauerkraut suddenly burst into fighting spirit: "I won't be careless this time, I will use my true strength."

The fish-man boy snorted coldly, with the arrogance of a genius: "Do you think you still have a chance after I learned these two fighting skills?"

The old brown scale laughed and said to the fish-man boy: "If you win again this time, I will teach you another fighting skill."

The fishman boy shook his head and retorted: "No, I will snatch those two bronze scimitars, and you have to teach me both!"

Old Brown Scale said: "Since we are going to fight, we will not take advantage of you. We will give you a week to practice your fighting skills."

The fishman boy shook his head again: "No need, I can do it the day after tomorrow."

He didn't want to stay here any longer, a week was too long.

The young man's pride made the fish-man pickled cabbage extremely embarrassed. He glared at the young man: "Is one day enough for you to practice? Ben Bo, you look down on others too much. I will make you taste defeat in the duel the day after tomorrow!"

Word spread of a duel between the two men.

The fish people in the town are looking forward to it. Fish people generally believe that Sauerkraut did not show his true strength in the first game.

The day after tomorrow, everyone's expectations were interrupted by unexpected visitors.

The leader of the fish-man is tall and powerful, more than twice the size of Old Brown Scales.

He holds a long-handled sword, has a huge fish head, and wears a layer of steel armor all over his body. The surface of the armor exudes a faint magical light.

"I am a tough man, and the leader of the Manyu clan is my father." The fishman's voice was hoarse, and his silver aura was strong and strong. "I came here to recruit fishmen to defeat the lobstermen in the trench."

The murlocs in the town gathered together and saluted the murlocs forcefully.

Even the town elder shaman is no exception.

Even though Man Jian cultivates fighting spirit, in the fish-men tribe, the legal status is higher. But Man Gang has a higher status, and the force behind him, the Manyu tribe, is one of the three superior tribes in Tianzhu Haiyan.

This fishman village belongs to the Manyu tribe that they have taken refuge in. They are protected by them and at the same time, they pay tribute on time.

The old shaman asked: "How many fishmen do you need?"

Old Brown Scales was worried. The lobstermen in the Sucking Trench are so large that even if they win, the murlocs will suffer heavy casualties. Maybe, the whole town will be completely destroyed if only nine out of ten households are empty.

The old shaman also had the same worries.

But unexpectedly, he said forcefully: "Don't have too many people. What I need is extraordinary, to carry out a surprise attack and beheading." Blade Fin Town produced two black irons and seven bronzes. You also produced the same scale. Of course, if Lao Sa I very much welcome Manchu to fight in person."

Before the old shaman could speak, Old Brown Scales said, "I'll go! Mayor, you are seriously ill, so you should stay in the town to recuperate."

Of course the old shaman was not sick, but he coughed in cooperation and said, "What a coincidence..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a strong hand: "Okay, I know, beware of Dao Fin Town. After all, the mayor of Dao Fin Town did not participate in the war."

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you. I have to go to Shipi Town to recruit another group of people. Hurry up and call out your warriors."

The old shaman used magic to summon the extraordinary fishmen in the town.

"Master, let me join the battle for you this time." Sauerkraut said to Old Brown Scales.

Old Brown Scale immediately shouted: "Nonsense, you haven't mastered your fighting skills yet. What are you going to do? Are you going to die?"

The murloc of Knife Fin Town suddenly spoke: "Sir, I know that this pickled cabbage was cultivated by Old Brown Scales and is very strong. In comparison, Old Brown Scales is already old and frail."

"Oh? Then you can take part in the battle on your master's behalf." With a firm glance, he casually issued the order with an attitude that would not allow for objection.

Old Brown Scales' expression suddenly changed.

It doesn't matter if he died in the battle, he is already so old, but Sauerkraut is still young, and Sauerkraut is the hope of the town's future.

However, now that Yan Gang had opened his mouth, Old Brown Scales could only nod in agreement.

The murlocs of Knife Fin Town suddenly showed a smile of success.

"I'll come too." At this time, the fish-man boy walked out of the crowd and asked to join.

Seeing that he was also Black Iron, the Knife Fin Fishman was a little surprised. Who was this strange fishman? Why is there no information about him?

As Black Iron, he was already the backbone of the fishman village. A Black Iron-level fighter was cultivated in a town that was unreasonably hostile to the enemy. We had no information about him.

The black iron fish man in front of him seemed to suddenly emerge from the sand.

Seeing the fishman boy step forward, the old shaman and old brown scales all looked at him with gratitude and admiration.

"Good brother!" Sauerkraut was very excited and hit the fishman boy on the chest with his fist.

In fact, the fish-man boy had his own plans.

The biggest purpose of his trip was to gather information. Therefore, Brutal Hardness is a more suitable target than Old Shaman and Old Brownscale. He needs to be close to Brutal Hardness.

"You!" The murloc boy held a black iron scimitar in his hand and pointed at the murlocs in Blade Fin Town. "You talked a lot just now. Come and have a fight with me!"

The boy challenged him face to face.

Everyone was shocked.

After reacting, Old Brown Scales shouted low and said in an anxious tone: "Run around, don't be reckless!"

The Bladefin Fishman, who was deliberately provoked by the boy, showed an offended and angry expression.

He bared his teeth and squeezed out words through his teeth: "Very good, you actually dare to challenge me, Lord Scar. Then let me teach you a lesson."

The old shaman looked at Man Gang with a pleading look: "Sir, you are about to go on an expedition..."

But Man Jian snorted coldly and interrupted the old shaman again: "It doesn't matter, just let them fight. I also want to understand the true combat power of my subordinates. At the same time, I am also curious about what kind of courage can make this A young fishman challenges a famous master."

Scar, the fishman, is the second-most expert after Mayor Bladefin.

He has been famous for a long time and has a vicious reputation.

In the eyes of Man Jian and others, the fish-man boy was so bold that he actually dared to challenge him!

The battle soon began with the murlocs watching.

Scar stroked the fins on the outside of his forearm with his palm and smiled sinisterly, but did not take the initiative to attack.

He has obvious characteristics of the knife-fin bloodline - there are vertical fins on the outside of the forearm, the back of the calf, and the entire head and back of the fish. The fins are dark silver and have very sharp edges.

The sword-fin fishman's body shape is more slender and slim than the normal fishman.

Scar is at least two heads taller than the fish-man boy.

The fish-man boy flipped his wrist, and the black iron scimitar set off blossoming blades in his hand.

Then, he directly used the sword skill Red Scale Flurry.

The next moment, the fish-man boy pounced directly on Scar.

Scar has no weapons in his hands, but a pair of fins on the outside of his forearms are his natural weapons.

He raised his arms, the fin of the blade collided with the black iron scimitar, and a stream of sparks exploded.

Scar has the strength of a black iron level, and the quality of his blade's fins also reaches the level of black iron. He is not afraid of confronting the black iron scimitar in the young man's hand.

When the young man saw that his attack was blocked, he was not discouraged, and his attack became even more fierce.

The scimitar continued to strike out at a very high speed, causing the water to flow wildly.

Scar was well rested and walked calmly, sometimes retreating and sometimes stepping forward, resisting the young man's fierce attack while waiting for the opportunity to move.

Seeing that the boy had the upper hand, Sauerkraut cheered loudly.

The murlocs in the town are also cheering for Running.

"It's not good!" Old Brown Scales looked worried.

The same is true for the old shaman.

Some of the other knife-finned fishmen folded their arms and watched, while others sneered, full of confidence in Scar.

The old brown scale became more and more worried: "Ben Bo is too reckless. He used all his strength as soon as he came up. I know this guy Scar very well. He wants to plot against Ben Bo! Since the battle, he has never taken the initiative to attack and has been saving his energy. And Ben Bo If you just attack like crazy, your stamina will be depleted very quickly. Once your stamina is a little weak and your flaws are exposed, it's time for Scar to counterattack!"

"When Scar actually attacks, he will be very fast. It must be Ben Bo's first time fighting against the knife-fin murlocs, and it will be difficult to adapt to their speed. I'm afraid he will be disemboweled by the knife-fin!"

But there is no use in worrying.

Old Brown Scales and Old Shaman both lost control of the situation.

Sure enough, just as the old brown scale expected, the fishman boy could not attack for a long time, his physical strength declined, and his sword speed gradually declined.

Scar chuckled sinisterly and suddenly took action!

"Be careful!!" Old Brownscale exclaimed.

But Scar pushed the fish-man boy hard with his forearm, and the hard fin of the knife was about to hit the boy's chest.

Fighting skill - riding waves!

The next moment, a sudden surge of water surged under the fishman boy's feet, pushing him several steps away.

Scar slashed the air.

He stared at the young man, very surprised.

"Huh?" quite surprised.

The young man suddenly retreated to a safe distance, and then stepped on the bottom of the sea violently. The wave was used again, pushing him towards Scar.

The ferocious machete offensive reappears.

Scar was once again pushed downwind.

But this time, he was no longer as calm as before and acted very embarrassed.

The fellow knife-fin fish people were no longer calm, and looked at the young man's fighting figure in amazement.

"what happened?"

"I saw that right!"

"This brown-scaled fishman actually uses two fighting skills at the same time?!"

Old Brown Scales and Old Shaman were both surprised.

Pickled cabbage even showed admiration. He has also practiced the two fighting skills of Red Scale Flurry and Treading Waves, and he knows very well that it is terrifyingly difficult to use these two fighting skills at the same time!

Not even Old Brown Scale can use it like this.

But the fishman boy did it to this extent!

"His bloodline must not be simple! He is a genius!" What the old shaman said in his heart was also the consensus of the murlocs watching the game.

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