My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"It takes three or four years for a talented warrior to advance to become a Flame Warrior, and it takes five to ten years for a warrior with poor talent to advance. According to church records, there are extremely talented perverts who were promoted to become Flame Warriors in less than a year. We only Can you imagine in your dreams how fierce this kind of person is?"

"After becoming a flame warrior, if the breathing method is advanced again, it can temper our internal organs and bones, and eventually we can advance to a flame warrior."

"I don't know if the Flame Warriors go up any higher." Marshall spread his hands and shook his head with a smile.

The thin warrior pointed at the sheepskin scroll in Croun's hand and said: "What is recorded on it is the breathing movements. If you don't feel the flow of life, practicing these movements is of little use. I still recommend that you warm up. Feel that flow of life in combat.”

After hearing this, Crown opened the parchment and found that just as the other party said, it was painted with bright red paint on it with patterns of little people in different poses.

These little people are doing different movements, giving people a rather weird feeling.

He nodded: "Then let's continue practicing swordsmanship?"

He was still thinking about the basic swordsmanship and cross-sword skills that he was about to advance to, and he longed for the opportunity to practice.

"Of course, but your opponent is Savas. He insisted that he couldn't let go yesterday and didn't dare to fight you with all his strength. He was too embarrassed to lose with his hands tied."

"Anything is fine," Crown smiled generously. It didn't matter who his opponent was, as long as he made progress with him.

There is no charge for these two fighters to sparring with him, so you can use them with confidence.

"Hey, Bearded Man, come on, come on, I've created a chance for you. The new warrior is willing to practice with you. How about I bet that he can last for fifteen minutes this time and two spiritual coins?"

Damn it! Crown's face darkened, and he felt like he was a fighting cock, being watched and betted on.

"Bet," Salma's loud voice shouted, "he won't last fifteen minutes!"

"If the wind is too strong, your tongue may flash," Marshall said sarcastically, turning to look at the other side of the battle: "Crown, do you want to join in and win by yourself?"

"Looks at him, does he look like someone with a spiritual coin?" Redbeard shook his head in disbelief and threw two coins with a white jade luster to the thin warrior.

"Gold shields are also fine. One spirit coin can be exchanged for about 110 gold shields. Do you want one? You have to have confidence in yourself. It has only been two years since Bearded became a Crusader warrior. He is not much more experienced than you."

"Then come and support me, bet that I can last for fifteen minutes, and get a spirit coin."

"Okay, do you have the money?"

"Can we take it on credit first? Who would go out with a hundred gold shields?"

"It's not impossible," Marshall tilted his head and said, "If you pressure yourself to win, you can't count it on fifteen minutes. You have to persist for twenty minutes to win."

He is not worried that the other party has no money. If a transcendent wants to make money, he can make a hundred gold shields a month without any problem as long as he puts down his dignity.

"The game begins," Marshall shouted in a weird accent, and the battle between the two began.

Crown flew to attack. After such training, he found that if he wanted to maximize his swordsmanship and improve his proficiency, attacking was the best choice.

There was no look of contempt on the red beard's face and he responded calmly. Yesterday, he suffered the loss of being unable to attack for a long time. Today, he decided to be more cautious, first consume the opponent's physical strength, and then capture him beautifully.

The two of them were going back and forth, and the scene was so lively.

Ten minutes passed, and Crown's physical strength showed no sign of declining. His attacks were still swift and fierce, his swordsmanship consistent and smooth, and he pressed forward step by step.

Savas was anxious. His original plan was to take a defensive approach and wait until the opponent's physical strength weakened before striking back. However, he was beaten from beginning to end, and it was a real pressing attack.

Compared with yesterday, the opponent's strength and speed had increased significantly. He even felt that the opponent's swordsmanship had improved greatly compared to yesterday.

The enemy's swords were coming from all kinds of tricky angles, and he was really struggling to deal with them.

We can't go on like this. If we don't get the initiative, the loss won't be just two spiritual coins, and we will lose a lot of face.

Marshall's big mouth will definitely spread the word about my inability to subdue a newcomer.

Thinking of this, Redbeard gritted his teeth, swung his sword up to hold the opponent's sword, and the hand holding the sword was glowing with red flames.

This flame also spread to his weapon, and there was a red light all around, like the bright red blood under the sunset.

"Big Beard, you are not authentic." Marshall was furious. He did not expect that the other party would use the Flame Cross Sword Technique.

This set of swordsmanship is used in conjunction with the flame breath breathing method, which can stimulate the human body and greatly enhance the strength of the Crusaders.

Swordsmanship has the disadvantage that it consumes a lot of money and is not long-lasting. It is only used when fighting hard or attacking difficulties.

After all calculations, I didn't expect that this guy didn't have martial ethics and would use such a powerful move against a newcomer who had just completed his promotion. He should have made it clear at the time.

Marshall suppressed his anxiety and was ready to support the new soldiers at any time.

Savas might not be able to resist an attack of this magnitude.

After feeling an explosive aura, Crown immediately retreated, preparing to avoid his opponent's edge.

The opponent raised his sword to block his downward slash without losing any strength, and his whole arm was numb from the shock.

He understood that the opponent had used his ultimate move.

Now that he doesn't have the ability to fight head-on, he very wisely resorts to fighting.

But how could the opponent's desperate posture allow him to dodge so easily? The red light broke away from Savas' sword and cut out a light curtain.

Kroun lowered his waist and turned sideways, and the light curtain passed across his right arm, taking away a large amount of flesh and blood.

In pain, he also felt cruel in his heart.

Instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

He used Time Stop, always at the moment when the opponent's attack was changing.

Savas felt very awkward. His attacks could reach a certain position, but the enemy always took the lead and suppressed the rhythm of the attack.

A strange scene happened. A new warrior suppressed the veteran warrior who used the flame cross sword technique.

Marshall looked at the pocket watch in his hand and saw that fifteen minutes had passed.

"Time's up, Crown wins!"

He shouted, but both sides of the battle ignored him.

Croun's attacks were like a continuous river, surging incessantly, while Red Beard was like a rock in the middle of the river, submerged by the waves.

He had an intuition that a strange power was sprouting in his body, and fighting was the best way to release this power.

His speed has not gotten faster, nor has his strength increased, but his offensive rhythm has gotten better and better.

He found a unique method. After many consecutive blocks, the overwhelming power was completely consumed.

After a while, he was able to suppress Red Beard without resorting to the power of the hourglass of time.

Crown felt a weak warm current flowing through his body. When this warm current flowed through the soles of his feet, he suddenly stepped forward with a blissful heart. His sword moved with it and knocked on the opponent's stabbing sword. With the help of reflex, The force of the shock easily sent the sword tip to Savas' Adam's apple.

"This time, I won again."