Technician’s Manual

　　 "Varkas Ur bets on 37 contribution points"

　　「VS」

　　 "Ash Heath bets on 2 points of contribution"

Originally, the newcomer had just come to the "dunghole" (the nickname for death row prisoners) to participate in the death battle for two consecutive days. It is a very rare event, not to mention that his opponent is actually the "noble" Varkas, which naturally attracted countless people. s concern.

　　 Many people who weren't the Death Fight Club ran over to watch. The auditorium was crowded, and there were even a lot of people standing at the door.

　　 "Both people use swords... is a swordsmanship duel? I haven't seen a swordsman fight for a long time. After each swordsmanship duel, the whole ring is full of fragrant blood..."

　　 "Human, hack that elf to death!"

　　 "What kind of sword holding posture, he hasn't learned swordsmanship! Isn't it because he saw the nobleman took the sword and was afraid to take a sword along with it, right?"

　　 "Don't use a sword if you don't know how to use it! Isn't it better to have a spear? It's simple and easy to use."

　　 "Obviously it's better to take an axe. Go down with an axe, no matter what weapon you are, it will all become sloppy."

　　 "You...what are you talking about, obviously the spear is more suitable for beginners!"

　　 "I...I'm not talking nonsense! The axe is the best weapon for newcomers!"

There is one more reason for Ya Xiu’s escape: He would rather listen to other people’s swearing, rather than listen to the voices of the two elders, who are obviously black whirlwinds, but quarrel with the elegant sentences of the tsundere girl, almost like winter. Yin Gong tofu brain is the same violation.

　　 "They are so noisy."

　　 "The cesspit is like this, there are buzzing flies everywhere."

　　Varkas looked at the iron sword in his hand, and flicked it lightly with his finger, and a clear and crisp sound popped out.

　　 "A maggot can't change into a butterfly. Even a real butterfly is just a bigger fly in the cesspit."

　　 Ya Xiu smiled and said, "It seems that you are very touched by life in prison. Are you interested in publishing a book?"

　　Varkas gently flicked his fingers across the blade, posing a standard swordsmanship posture.

　　 "Ash Heath, sorry."

　　 When the barriers on the four sides of the ring rose, Varkas turned into a shadow, and the long sword in his hand seemed to extend more than ten meters long, piercing the air in an instant!

　　Rao is that Asia Xiu has been careful and vigilant, and still has no time to block with the sword, so he can only reluctantly dodge to the right to avoid the vital point, and a small piece of meat is cut away on his shoulder by Varkas' sword!

　　 The intense pain made Ya Xiu take a breath, but he didn't have any space to rest, because Varkas was already close at hand!

　　 Clang! clang! clang!

　　 Ya Xiu did not run away, but went the other way, and took the initiative to break into Varkas's arms to pull the battle into the most dangerous distance!

　　His rationality was not overwhelmed by pain—Varkas was ten centimeters taller than him, with longer hands and longer feet. His arm span and attacking distance were too large, and Ya Xiu had almost no room for resistance at medium and short distances. Only by shortening the distance between the two sides to extremely close, can Varkas' advantage be turned into a disadvantage, so that he has a sword and can't swing it down!

　　 "Have you never learned any swordsmanship?"

　　 Yaxiu suddenly felt a bitter cold all over his body, and from his peripheral light, he aimed at Varkas and turned his wrist, changing from holding a sword in his forehand to holding a sword in his backhand!

　　 Clang!

　　Varkas' sword blocked the stabbing of Ya Xiu. The elf directly raised his elbow horizontally, and with his height advantage, an elbow hit Ya Xiu's forehead with an elbow!

retreat! retreat! retreat!

The power of the elbow made Ya Xiu almost fainted. At this time, the mana that had been silent in his mind slowly circulated, and the cool breath made Ya Xiu quickly regain consciousness, and the body still maintained the fighting instinct to retreat decisively!

　　 When Adam's vision was restored to clarity, there was a cold light oncoming him!

　　 Boom!

　　 Ya Xiu scrambled to stand up, not daring to let his back touch the ground at all. He looked at the wall cracked by the sword of Varkas, his face was full of fear, followed by fear.

　　 Their swords are not open!

　　 The prison is not crazy enough to pass Kaifeng's weapon to the executed prisoners to fight!

　　 Just now Varkas cut off a piece of the shoulder blade of Ya Xiu with a blade that didn't open the front. Ya Xiu assumed that Varkas's sword was fast enough that his shoulder meat couldn't respond.

　　 But that's a stone wall!

　　 The stone is here!

　　 Stop it, this is not swordsmanship!

　　 This is beyond the jurisdiction of swordsmanship!

　　 "Skill, Shu Ling?"

　　 "Why do you look a little surprised?"

　　 Valkas smiled.

　　 "Isn't it a matter of course for a magician to use magic spirits in battle?"

　　 "But the prison did not release the mana limitation—"

"Some things can't be locked. Even if they tie their hands and feet, they will still grow wings and fly. Those magic spirits born from the knowledge I have completely mastered, even if there is no mana supply, they are still my strength. , Will still make every ordinary action of me turn into a miraculous moment."

　　 Yaxiu exhaled a deep breath. He felt that his clothes were a bit heavy, because the blood on his shoulder wetted the clothes. He felt that his strength was spilling out one by one, and when the blood fled his body, it also took away his physical strength.

　　 is different from a boxing match with bare hands. Swordsmanship with cold weapons is used to fight to death. There are not so many fancy turn-based confrontations. There is only a breath of life and death—the strong live and the weak die.

　　 But for some reason, he felt very refreshed, the mana in his mind was even active, and his shoulders didn't hurt much.

　　 "I was hit by this kind of attack. I can't save it, right?"

　　 "I don't know, I have never done my best against others in a death match."

　　 "Am I the first?"

　　 "It's also the last one."

　　 Boom!

　　Varkas gently lifted, and the ground comparable to stainless steel actually began to crack and burst, like a giant snake rushing towards Yaxiu under the ground!

　　 "The miracle of elven swordsmanship, the mountain and the ground are broken!?"

　　 "He actually used it a miracle!"

"how is this possible!"

　　 There was a noise in the auditorium, and almost all the faces of the executed prisoners were stuck to the invisible barrier, just to look at the details of Varkas.

　　Igola is no exception. He has seen Varkas's death match before, and he had long expected Varkas to be able to use Shu Ling.

　　 But using Shu Ling and using miracles are two very different concepts!

Every miracle must be cast by the cooperation of several complex magic spirits, but this does not mean that having multiple complex magic spirits can cast a miracle, just like ordinary people and handsome men and women have one mouth, one nose and two eyes. , But the result of the combination is that one is an angel face, and the other is also an angel face-but the face first touched the ground when he was born.

　　 The difficulty of casting a miracle is extremely high, so high that ‘casting a miracle’ itself is a part of the miracle.

　　 You must know that the person who can become a magician is a talented person, otherwise it is impossible to advance a skill to the realm of ‘shu’, thus summoning a shuling.

　　 However, for such a group of heavenly pride, most of them have the extravagant hope that they can master one or two miracles in a lifetime, and this is also the average level of the magicians-the average magician below does not even master a miracle.

　　The miracle is so rare, and its benefits are naturally positively related to the difficulty. Compared with the direct effect of Shu Ling, the power of miracles is more complicated, magnificent, and difficult to decipher, and can even produce incredible effects that cross factional divides.

　　 For example, the miracle of the swordsman will have a healing effect, the miracle of the hydromanager can evaporate the enemy, and the miracle of the gunman will make the enemy actively catch the bullet...

　　 There is a saying that is very popular among magicians-‘shuling is only an extension of our skills, miracles are truly incredible! ’

　　 Igola also mastered miracles, and he also fully mastered several magic spirits needed for miracles. In theory, he was also qualified to cast miracles.

　　 But he has never performed a miracle in prison.

　　 never succeeded!

　　 If you say that you are mobilizing Shu Ling in prison, it is equivalent to digging your nostrils with your feet. Although it is a bit difficult, you can practice more;

　　 Then casting a miracle in prison is equivalent to putting makeup on yourself with your feet! It must be made to look good, or it won’t be a miracle!

　　 Now Asia is over.

　　 Igola looked at the sky and the earth on the deathmatch arena, and felt pity for Ah Xiu.

Varkas obviously came here for the murder. Under the miracle of crushing, the whole body of Asia Xiu can't even think about it. It's hard to say whether you can find all the meat sauce from the rubble. The medical doctors in the prison treatment room can't handle it. Serious injuries, in the end, Ah Xiu's body must be dealt with by the ogres.

　　 This is the reality of the blood moon country. Under the tablecloth of ‘racial equality’, ‘law supremacy’, and ‘harmonious coexistence’, meat eaters still follow the cruelest law of eating the weak.

　　Once the interests are touched, even if they hide in Broken Lake Prison, they still have to be crushed to death with their fingers by the superiors.

　　 What a pity, a very interesting man...

　　 The sound of the death battle arena cracked for a while, and finally someone couldn't sit still.

　　 "Why is he still alive?"

　　 "Even if the miracle is weakened to less than 10% of its power, UU reading www.uukanshu.com won't be unable to kill a weak man who can't even hold the sword?"

　　 Yeah, why is Ya Xiu still alive?

　　 The condemned prisoners whose full attention was drawn by the miracle, only then began to observe Ya Xiu in earnest.

There is no good land in the deathmatch arena. Faced with Varkas’s light-lifting miracle of cracking the ground, Ya Xiu dodges like a hamster. He is so embarrassed that he has almost been crushed into meat sauce by the cracked ground several times. .

　　 But he hides every time! every time!

　　Although his movements look embarrassing, but in the eyes of this group of executed prisoners, the movements are getting more and more neat and crisp, without a bit of physical energy wasted!

　　 Even Ya Xiu's sword is getting more and more stable, and it can even block Varkas' slash!

　　 It’s almost like...

　　 "It's like the death fight with Meiju yesterday."

　　 Someone murmured.

　　 As the first victim, Igola naturally felt deeply about this. He was in the fight, watching Ya Xiu become stronger step by step, his skills getting better and better, from a greenhouse flower and grass that couldn't even roll, he transformed into a beast full of fighting instinct in just a few minutes.

　　 But now, the second victim appeared.

　　 This beast, Ya Xiu, has actually learned swordsmanship in battle! ?

　　 This is a prison, not a genius training center, asshole!

　　 But there are also many people who recalled the accusation of Asia Xiu in their hearts, and linked the genius performance of Asia at this time with his origin.

　　 "Four Pillar God..."

　　 In the dim auditorium, Lang Na hooked her boyfriend's neck and stared at the two people on the deathmatch arena. There was a strange light flashing in his pupils.