Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 682 Wind Ghost (Part 2)

[You are too superstitious about your own abilities. You have to use them every time you take action, but please note that they are just tools and means to achieve victory, just like weapons or armor. 】

This was what that damn Mallos had said to Rolf when he stopped him one afternoon when they were still in Mindis Hall.

[I know that His Highness trusts you very much, and even more trusts the Star Lake Guards... This is an honor, but it is also a burden. Therefore, in order to prevent you from delaying and endangering His Highness, you must join the daily training of the Guards. No matter how they despise you, laugh at you and isolate you ...In addition, you must follow the plan I made and practice more every day. This is an order. 】

[Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care or care about you. In fact, I don’t know you at all, and I don’t think it is a wise decision for His Highness to trust you, but since my job is to fill in the loopholes for his unwise decisions...]

【Are you not convinced? Well, I won't bully you. The boy over there named Nixi is the most junior in the guard. If you challenge him one on one, if you win, you don't have to obey this order. How about that? 】

Damn terrifying blade.

Facing the enemy, Rolf touched the cold and hard lithium alloy prosthetic legs through his clothes.

He put on this prosthetic leg after they were defeated by the man in black.

They were completely different from the prosthetic limbs that had been hastily built and had been with him for many years for the purpose of walking.

[This pair of prosthetic limbs - be careful, they are very heavy - were made according to the instructions of Captain Mallos. Although they are only Master Punk's test products, if you ask me, they are probably better than the pair of glasses given to the Grand Duchess. Expensive... Of course, I also provided a little suggestion. After all, it was ordered in my... to be precise, it was ordered in the name of my fiancée. I, I don’t want to use the Casso family’s money...]

This was what that damn Wyatt Castle said when he came back from outside one day and pushed the big box in front of him.

Young Master Kasuo, who always likes to pretend to be hard-working, simple and bitter, but in fact has never experienced any hardship since he was a child, and all his worries seem to him to be unnecessary moaning. At that time, he took out a pen and paper and said seriously .

[Here is the high-pressure gas bottle, this is the switch, this is the adjustment knob, and this bag is the replacement parts. Master Punk has told me not to disassemble it without permission, and you must report your experience to me regularly so that Master can make improvements and upgrades... I suggest you start practicing tonight. After all, this thing is quite a test of your control...]

The three swordsmen are getting closer and closer.

It seems that they want to attack together to avoid being attacked like their companions.

Rolf found the knobs on his calf - if he still had them - and turned one of them on.

At that moment, Rolf's figure shook violently!

The air was compressed to the limit, and he controlled his powers with all his energy, and was pressed tightly into the four lithium alloy bottles of the two prosthetic limbs.

[Once the high-pressure gas cylinder is opened, most of your abilities will be spent on controlling the air pressure inside to restrain the air, so you can only fight with the most basic movements. Don't look at me, Chief Mallos said, this way It can exercise your control, and only in this way can you use the air more efficiently at critical moments and surprise your opponents...]

Rolf was concentrating and did not dare to relax for a moment.

[You have to adjust your own gas volume and choose the timing. If you don't control it well, this level of pressure, well, fractures are just a trivial matter...]

nonsense.

Rolf steadied himself and thought coldly.

If this was not controlled well, I would have been suffocated, choked, and drowned in my own blood eight years ago in Hongfang Street!

Who will get this noble young master and that "scared of sharp blades" - these people who at least have two legs will come to yell at him!

[So, Rolf, I suggest that you still use those old cold legs when walking. Bah, bah, I mean the old prosthetic legs... At the critical moment, well, I mean, unless, unless it is absolutely necessary, you will die if you don't fight hard. When you die...]

Go to hell with your old cold legs.

Rolf stood up slowly but steadily. The air in the high-pressure bottle was only suppressed by his superpower, making him unable to express his desire.

"Now!"

Three enemies roared and rushed forward, three machetes coming from three directions at the same time!

This time, Rolf did not immediately resort to supernatural powers as before, but calmly observed the opponent's movements and turned to avoid it.

Now, he is no longer the person he used to be.

He learned how to fight more efficiently, such as no longer wasting energy in blowing strong winds during battle, such as no longer playing with the meaningless human kites...

Instead, it is to reduce the scale and improve concentration and control, such as relying on local airflow with precision and subtlety, or to strengthen one's own attack, or to block the enemy's actions.

For example...

"Huhu——"

The sound of wind rang out, brushing against the path of the three blades.

The wind is not strong, and people who are not in it can't even notice it. It can only deflect the blade that breaks the air a little.

But this is enough.

Rolf turned around just in time, and two blades passed over his body, one at a time, and one of them even cut open his clothes.

The third knife, because of this, was disconnected from the other two knives and became slightly slower.

At that moment, Rolf, who was among the three people, gave a sharp look.

That's it.

He kicked the ground and raised his legs, aiming at the third person!

His supernatural power moved as he wished, and the air in a high-pressure bottle instantly poured out, like a mountain torrent!

Swish.

Rolf's kick instantly accelerated!

"Boom!"

Amidst the chilling sound of the huge impact, the third knifeman was kicked in the armpit by Rolf before he could chop him. The whole person flew out exaggeratedly, crashed into the crowd, and knocked down three or four people in succession.

But it was not over yet.

Rolf landed on his front foot, turned around again, and the other leg - to be precise, the prosthesis - swept back!

Swish.

Another high-pressure gas bottle exploded instantly, pushing his leg with unparalleled air pressure to hit the first knifeman hard!

"Bang-bang!"

A crisp sound of fracture sounded.

Before the first knifeman could scream, the whole person flew sideways and hit the second knifeman. The two people flew out one after another and hit the wall!

"Boom!"

Amidst the terrible sound of the collision, the warehouse shook, raising a lot of dust and spider webs.

At this moment, the two machetes fell to the ground with a clang.

As for the instigator of all this, Rolf turned around on the spot, retracted his legs, landed, and crouched down to relieve the impact.

Clean and neat.

All in one go.

When the dust cleared, everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar!

"Fuck--"

"Who is this person..."

"Is he a superpower?"

"The End Swordsman! The power of the end!"

Nekla, Fogg, Du Luo...all the people who witnessed this scene changed their expressions.

Most people only saw the three swordsmen attacking together, but before they met their opponents, they were knocked away at the same time by a terrifying roundhouse kick.

And...

Nekla looked at the cracks on the wall, and then looked at the three motionless swordsmen:

These swordsmen who were kicked didn't even wail after landing.

Red Viper only felt a slight numbness on his scalp.

"His leg strength is too exaggerated." Gutierrez's eyes widened.

"Where did this guy come from?" Sangaré took a step back subconsciously.

Beside Nekra, puppeteer Ping frowned deeply, and Dumuna from the grassland drew his scimitar, eager to try.

"Your brother... is quite fierce." In the crowd, Zimikas opened his mouth wide and pulled Glover's sleeve.

Glover nodded subconsciously.

He also didn't come back to his senses, just looking at the signboard above his head that was still shaking and shaking, unbelievable.

This mute... is it so strong?

Just these two simple legs... Is there anyone in the royal guard who can stop it?

Has he been hiding for so long?

He is worthy of being the person who has followed the prince the longest... too insidious.

With the precedent in front, fear spreads.

The thugs surrounding Rolf looked at each other, and no one dared to act rashly for a while.

No one knew that at this moment, Rolf, who was showing his power, was squatting on the ground, pressing the painful joint of the prosthesis tightly.

But he couldn't rest.

Rolf gritted his teeth.

Two high-pressure gas cylinders were empty.

Taking advantage of the opponent's surprise, he quickly activated his supernatural power, and the air around him obeyed his call like a servant and refilled the two empty high-pressure cylinders - the four cylinders must be kept full of high pressure to cope with the ever-changing battle situation and perform lethal leg strikes.

"This level of attack must cost a lot," the black-clothed killer's words came out faintly, "He can't do this every time, otherwise his body can't bear it, so go now."

As soon as these words came out, Rolf's heart sank.

Damn it!

The black-clothed killer's words awakened the shocked people. The next second, the grassland man Muna moved, and the unique grassland scimitar swung out an arc rarely seen in the West Land, attacking him!

Rolf gritted his teeth and stood up, just about to use his supernatural power to deflect the blade, but the sound of the scimitar breaking the wind made him shudder.

Oops, this kind of knife method and trajectory... is not the attack he is used to.

He is not sure.

Thinking of this, Rolf had to dodge.

As he retreated, Du Muna's attack became more intense, and Rolf had to dodge again and again.

"It seems to be true," Nekra narrowed his eyes, "his only trick to bluff people is those two legs."

Seeing that someone had exposed the truth, the gang members were confident and shouted again.

Encouraged, Gutierrez roared, tightened his arm guards and gloves, and attacked from the other side!

Rolf was attacked from both sides, and the situation was critical for a while.

Glover gritted his teeth, but Tsimikas beside him hugged his arm tightly: "Calm down, calm down, don't go! You will die!"

Rolf dodged Gutierrez's fist in a thrilling posture, and Du Muna's machete immediately slashed across his shoulder, leaving a bloody mark.

He groaned and gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

But fortunately, during this period of time, he finally filled the high-pressure gas cylinder.

Du Muna roared, and the machete cut through the air and whistled again.

Gutierrez's fist wind behind him approached.

Rolf's expression was stern, his knees slightly bent, ready to fight back.

But at that moment, Rolf looked at the trajectory of Du Muna's blade and suddenly frowned.

It might be a flaw, but it might also be a trap to lure the enemy, and the opponent might have been prepared to dodge it.

My prosthesis might...kick in the air.

[Have you ever pulled a bow? Do you know what it means to shoot in the air? 】

After a nearly fatal training, Huaiya - still holding a pen and paper, looking like an annoying little academic, except for a mustache - sat seriously beside his bed.

Another nonsense.

I am not a second-generation nobleman like you. How could I have the opportunity to touch a bow and arrow when I was a child?

Mr. Kasuo from Male Gobi, have you ever been homeless? Do you know what cold rice means?

Hold.

As his thoughts turned, Rolf's face became tense.

At that moment, he resisted the urge to take action.

As a price, he dodged Gutierrez behind him, but was cut across the chest by Du Mu's scimitar!

Uh-huh!

A stream of blood spurted out.

The sudden pain made his brain freeze.

[Remember last week, His Highness Thales made a novice mistake in a hunting equipment shop in town: when trying out the bow, he pulled the string and sighted, and then let go - the sound was nice, but it was just a blank sight. 】

[Because the arrow is not loaded, the huge energy released by the bow string has nowhere to go, and can only be borne by the bow arm. This is a considerable damage to the bow... The more times it is empty, the better the bow will be. It was ruined... Well, so no matter what excuse His Highness found with the Far Eastern allusion of "frightened bow bird", he had to spend money to buy the bow, which made the logistics wing even worse...]

Rolf observed the enemy in front of him and gritted his teeth.

Now he was covered in blood and looked really scary.

But after he suffered this knife in his life, he felt relieved:

Sure enough, the sword just now had no power and was just a feint attack.

That is to say...if I had just made a move, he would have dodged me...

[In short, what I want to say is that the air bottle on your leg is like a bow. If you kick it empty after releasing the air pressure, it will be like drawing the bow empty. You will not be able to find a target to vent the huge energy. The leg, or in other words, is borne by the connection between flesh and blood and the prosthetic limb... Imagine that a strong man drags your prosthetic limb, snaps it up to your ear in one breath, and then bends it back with great force...]

[So, if you want to use it, every attack you make must hit the target, because once the kick is empty... well, empty, you know. 】

Wyatt's voice disappeared from his ears.

Rolf's expression tensed instantly.

A breeze passed by Gutierrez's eyes, causing him to squint.

The next second, Rolf performed a backspin kick, and the high-pressure bottle exploded at the right time, pushing his heel with unimaginable force and slamming into Gutierrez's arm guard!

"boom!"

The sound of metal collision and fracture sounded at the same time!

"Ah! Fuck!" Gutierrez howled miserably and flew backwards.

Rolf calmly turned sideways, stood firm on the ground, and put his mind at ease.

Fortunately, it was the enemy's bones that were broken.

This time, he didn't go "empty".

The next second, Rolf raised his head and faced Doumuna who saw the opportunity to strike with his sword. He raised his leg and kicked him sideways!

Like a fighter risking everything.

Dumunna was startled at first, then he was delighted, and slashed at Rolf's raised leg with his scimitar!

clang!

The crisp sound of metal collision came out, making Dumu Na stunned.

Amid the dull pain in his knee, Rolf roared angrily!

The superpower was released, and the high-pressure gas cylinder exploded.

"boom!"

The scimitar deformed under the heavy blow, and Dumu Na flew out with the sword and hit the wall hard!

After this round of stunning duel, Rolf, who had defeated the two super masters, took a deep breath, retracted his legs and landed on the ground, and started to store his energy again.

Silence returned to the warehouse.

Nekra and Fogg looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"I heard it!"

Ping looked at the unconscious Dumu Na and gritted his teeth: "His legs have armor! They're made of metal!"

Armor?

Rolf sneered inwardly.

Armor paralyzes you.

"No!"

Gutierrez, who fell to the ground, struggled and spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.

"Extreme realm..."

He was helped up by his men, and he even forgot about the pain. He just looked at his deformed hand together with the arm guard in horror:

"He's a damn extreme master!"

As soon as these words came out, the gang members in the warehouse began to whisper, and many people who were close began to shrink back.

Extreme state.

good.

This is probably the highest praise he has ever received in his life.

Rolf took a deep breath and curled his mouth slightly.

He suddenly discovered that over the years, after experiencing so many moments of life and death, after meeting all kinds of masters ranging from ultra-level to extreme levels, and after fighting so many different enemies, the battle he knew was no longer that of a gangster. street fights,

It's about facing the enemy on the battlefield.

As for him, he is no longer the stupid young man who went to the battlefield for the first time and was laughed at by the Wrath of the Kingdom for actually using the Hidden Blade.

He began to know how to advance and retreat, know how to attack and defend, grasp the rhythm, and know how to give up.

Now, he is...

Rolf stood up again.

The gang members at the front raised their weapons and took half a step back nervously.

The third time, the gas storage is completed.

"Everything else is average." At this moment, the black-clothed killer in the shadow of the crowd spoke again, "His strength lies in one and two legs."

Rolf looked at the black-clothed killer, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Damn it.

Among these people, that guy should be the strongest.

Just why...

Why hasn't he taken action yet?

never mind.

According to the plan, first defeat a few difficult ones to suppress their morale, and then adjust their positions...

Rolf glanced at the exit from the corner of his eye. The crowd there had thinned out a lot.

"A master with his legs," Nekra said with fear, "Old Fogg, have you heard of him?"

With this level of explosive power, once you get involved, you will either die or be injured.

Even if you are in the extreme realm, you still have to be wary of extremes.

"Causing destruction with instantaneous explosive power... I can only think of the Brotherhood's 'Uncrowned Fist' Cenza," Fogg said solemnly, looking at Rolf with a different look, "But that guy is a boxer. ”

The killer in black looked at Rolf from a distance and chuckled:

"interesting."

The next second, Nekra, who was full of vigilance, waved his hand back. Dalton behind him suddenly roared and rushed over:

"Joker! Joker! Joker!"

He roared angrily, knocking away all the people in his way, and seemed to feel no pain at all, waving the two chairs in his hands and rushing towards him.

Faced with such a large-scale and life-threatening attack, Rolf was startled and was about to respond, but on the other side, Ping threw two "Chaos God Soldiers" holding silk threads and flew towards him!

boom!

The next second, Rolf dodged Dalton's charge with great embarrassment, then rolled to avoid a "Chaos God Soldier" with a strange trajectory, and then kicked another one away.

But just like before, the Chaos God Soldier snapped and flew out countless blades!

Rolf had no choice but to swipe at his leg, and the blade clanked against the prosthetic leg.

But the prosthetic limb was not a shield. He was hit by a blade after all and retreated with a groan.

"Sure enough," Ping sneered and pulled back another chaos weapon, "With strength, there is no agility - madman, continue!"

Damn it.

Rolf endured the pain and pulled out the blade.

On the other side, Dalton, who once hit another wall, roared again and rushed towards him!

The situation was critical, Rolf took a deep breath.

All right.

no solution anymore.

His hands dropped naturally, covering the knobs on the prosthetic limbs through his pants.

Rolf looked at Dalton in peace, his expression darkened.

Originally, this was prepared for Nixi, and was used by surprise when he was challenged to a second duel.

But now, these people are better off.

Huai Ya's annoying voice sounded again:

[Well, His Highness saw it last time. He called this smile 'cutting the prosthetic leg', which probably means 'switching the function of the prosthetic leg'. Although I don't know why it is called that... but he asked me to tell you: Develop good habits and don’t forget to wear prosthetic legs...]

Cut off the prosthetic leg...

"Go to hell, clown! Go to hell!" Dalton's roar became more and more violent, and the puppets of the Chaos God Soldiers were also approaching.

Rolf's pupils shrank.

This time, he closed the four main openings of the high-pressure bottle and opened the second knob, which was arranged in the two prosthetic limbs and connected to the eight small air outlets of the high-pressure gas bottle.

In contrast, they cannot provide the same power as the former, but they can...

The next second, Rolf's feet touched the ground lightly, and he jumped two meters in an instant, leaping out of Dalton's attack range by a hair!

The red viper, who is always vigilant and ready to take action at any time, was stunned when he saw this:

So fast!

The chaos soldiers flew in and blocked Rolf's path, but amid the exclamations, he lightly stepped on the wall sideways, and his whole body recovered!

He passed over the blades of two chaos soldiers, then stepped on the wall and turned in the air. The figure flashed left and right, using absolute height and dexterity to avoid the countless blades fired by the chaos soldiers!

But it wasn't over yet. Rolf grabbed the hanging rod on the top of the warehouse, turned his body upside down, and kicked off the ceiling with one leg!

The next moment, Ping, who was in disbelief, felt his eyes blur, and an afterimage of Rolf appeared, landing right in front of him.

"you--"

Ping only had time to say a word before Rolf hit his forehead with an elbow and fainted.

The Chaos God Soldier, which had lost control of its master, fell to the ground, struggling feebly as its clockwork was not finished.

"No! Everyone! Kill him!" Red Viper, who lost people one after another, was extremely furious.

"The Joker must die!"

Dalton roared and rushed towards him!

But Rolf just smiled slightly, and he dodged the two thugs. Once he had finished storing his energy, he rushed towards the wall again, kicked off and jumped into the air!

Under the eyes of many people in disbelief, Rolf was as nimble and light as a bat, flying across the entire warehouse.

The air flowed through his prosthetic limbs, bursting out through different air ports one after another, recoiling against the wall, the floor, or even the ceiling, borrowing energy for his movement.

As long as there is some leverage...

Rolf landed lightly into the crowd, and at the same time attracted Dalton, who knocked one piece away and then knocked another piece down.

"careless--"

"Don't hit me!"

“Madman—no!”

"Ahhh!"

Amid the miserable howls, wherever Rolf went, people fell on their backs.

The next second, just as Dalton was about to hit Rolf, Rolf dodged again and walked away in the afterimage, leaving Dalton behind howling wildly.

Step on the window, step on the wall, flip through the air, land on the ground, gallop, duck...

With the blessing of the "cut prosthetic leg", Rolf galloped happily, walking Dalton behind him while enjoying the fear of the gang members in their panicked voices.

"Throw the knife!"

"Damn it, you threw it at me!"

"Behind me!"

"Idiot, he's up there!"

"Don't block me!"

"Fuck that crazy guy is coming!"

"Hold on!" Nekra's furious roar echoed in the warehouse.

At this moment, Rolf's battlefield was no longer on the ground, but on the southeast, northwest, up, down, left, and right, every inch of space, and every corner.

If the gas tank is almost empty, he will restrain himself a little or even look for opportunities to replenish it. Once the gas tank is full, he will do the same trick again.

But Rolf himself felt strange.

When he was working as a gangster on the streets, the "Ghost with the Wind", with the help of his supernatural powers, was famous for his flexible movements and ghostly figure.

Ever since the accident on Hongfang Street broke his legs overnight, whether it was the drastic change in balance and center of gravity, the distraction of supernatural energy due to assisting breathing, or the significant decrease in leg control, these things have made him unable to move It's difficult, the movement is clumsy, and the strength is hard to regain.

He once thought that he would never be able to gallop among the enemies like before.

but now……

Rolf spun in the air and pushed off the wall, the air pressure pushing him out.

He hadn't been this happy for a long time.

Now……

While moving and jumping, he closed his eyes and relied on the wind to identify the direction.

Now, in another way, he has found what he was best at.

(Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely has nothing to do with the complicated, annoying and painful special training plan formulated by Mallos! At most, it has to do with the knowledge and experience accumulated through these years of traveling around, as well as his own unremitting hard work. It’s related. At most, at most, well, at most it has to do with the money from Mr. Ka Suo, no, to be precise, it has to do with the money from his fiancée, but that’s simple, he can just pay it back in installments.)

He also found his former identity.

Follow the wind... follow the wind...

"Fuck! He flipped out so far with just one step. Did he have springs on his feet?" Nekra pushed away a man who bumped into him and cursed fiercely.

Fogg was full of doubts:

"How did he find his point of strength in the air?"

Is it some kind of rare ending power?

"In addition to his amazingly powerful heavy legs, he is also quick, flexible, light, and has good jumping ability." Outside the crowd, the black-clothed killer nodded lightly and said in appreciation, "I didn't expect that, Xiao Daozi's subordinates And there are such masters.”

"You're not. Didn't you say that your brother's legs and feet are not good!" Like most people who just want to hide, Tsimikas held his head and lowered his body, while carefully looking at the chaos everywhere from the wall to the ceiling. Rolf jumped up while avoiding the rampaging Dalton.

"Of course, if you have good legs and feet," Glover gritted his teeth and blocked the dust falling from the ceiling, "who the hell walks like this!"

For a moment, Rolf was flying up and down. He directly killed few people, but the chaos and mental pressure caused to the crowd was immeasurable.

Finally, when Dalton fell down and could no longer rush forward, Rolf landed lightly.

He slowly stood up and recuperated his breath.

In front of him, the embarrassed and frightened gang members retreated with a roar.

Revealing the Red Viper and the Wanderer behind him.

Rolf raised his head slightly and looked directly at Nekra.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Nekra swallowed subconsciously.

It's strange - Rolf suddenly realized: Nekra, the famous, vicious and vicious red viper, is on guard, fearful, nervous,... scared?

Afraid of that...waste whose legs he had lost?

Rolf was in a daze.

Red Viper glanced at the man in black, but although the latter was observing the situation, he remained silent and indifferent.

Like an outsider.

Damn it!

"Hey, Fogg, old man," Nekra, who had no choice but to look at Fogg, showed a long-lost friendly smile, "Old rule, two against one?"

But Fogg ignored him. He just stared at Rolf intently.

"With your skills, it's impossible to be inferior to Kathleen. No, you can't even be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

Fogg said coldly:

"who are you!"

At that moment, Rolf was in a trance.

who is he?

Of course it's the Ghost in the Wind - no.

Rolf's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood.

I see.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, then at his legs, and then took a deep breath.

He is not.

He is not a ghost who follows the wind.

Not anymore!

Yes, he is still a "ghost". In Mancao Manor, the "ghost" who came from a humble background and is not worth mentioning. The "ghost" who is burdened with a heavy and difficult past, dragging his stricken body that is difficult to get rid of, lingering and struggling to survive. The "ghost" of existence.

but.

But from today onwards - no, to be precise, I don't know when, he will no longer rise with the wind, be content with the situation, drift with the current, struggle with fate, and rise and fall with the waves.

The ghost that once was "Suifeng" has long since died.

Died in a bloody night on Hongfang Street.

Rolf raised his head and looked at Nekra.

The reason why he took action today was not for the prince's mission, nor for Catherine, nor even for Nekra.

But for himself.

He stepped on the ground, and what his legs fed back to him was the unique friction and collision of metal and flesh.

What surged in his chest was unparalleled excitement and joy.

One night on Hongfang Street, he was spurned, abandoned, and abandoned by the wind he had been following.

Hesitant, despairing and confused.

However, that night in Manor Manor, and even the countless days and nights after that...

Witnessed by the night sky and starlight, he re-captured...

The wind of destiny.

Rolf looked sharply at the gnashing red viper.

From that moment on, standing here facing the enemy, facing life, and facing himself was the reborn Midela Rolf.

It's really...

Wind ghost.