The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

If you look at the appearance alone, the dirty coat is covered with dust, the blonde hair is messed up, and there are patches on the clothes. This is a rotten alcoholic that can be found in any bar.

However, when he stood there, yawning and digging his ears, there was no image at all, but it gave off a sense of distance that could not be crossed. After three minutes, none of the witnesses dared to cross the threshold .

Everyone instinctively got the warning, maybe he looks safe now, but as long as he takes one step forward, he will be attacked by him and cut off in two.

"It's really the worst opponent, Carlo... no, Sword Saint Roland!"

Barton called out the name through his teeth, but what followed was an overwhelming fighting spirit. Perhaps this person was indeed the mentor who taught him sword skills, but he has been unhappy with him for a long time. Perhaps this is why he can Vengeance and revenge... beat his chance.

The eyes of the future god of war were bloodshot, and he released his killing intent undisguisedly. Perhaps a blockage in the way forward is an obstacle for others, but for him, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to challenge himself.

"...Come on, let's go together, I plan to go back and rest soon."

While talking gossip, he didn't even open his eyes to look at himself, the contempt was fully conveyed.

"I don't know how to imitate the strength, but the essence of this lack of pumping, but the imitation is real!"

Barton took the lead without hesitation, and as soon as he shot, he spun on the spot, turning into a storm of blades again.

He knew that facing this person, even if it was just a projection, he couldn't slack off in the slightest, the first move was a unique move.

"Isn't Carlo a mage? Isn't this thing replicating the strongest warrior in Barton's memory? Why did he appear?"

How could the mercenary who came with him not know this person, the drinking partner who drank and bragged together, although he suddenly revealed his identity as a necromancer recently, it seems that his status is very high. Although they didn't know why his duplicate body appeared here, no one thought Barton would lose.

After all, according to common sense, people's energy is limited, and Carlo's voice is very young, and he is not a long-lived species. It is already rare to be able to make achievements in one aspect. Don't even think about dual cultivation, but Old Barton has been immersed in martial arts for at least thirty years.

"Perhaps. It's something wrong. Isn't the old Barton always worried that his daughter will be kidnapped by Carlo? In a sense, the son-in-law is indeed the strongest opponent of the father-in-law controlled by every daughter. Well, and the boss An adversary that will one day be defeated."

Some people are making sarcastic remarks, while others are full of shock or worry. Anyone who really knows that person knows how worrisome it will be when that person appears in the opponent's camp.

At this time, Timiret stopped even his calculations, looked at the situation in front of him worriedly, and asked Katerina.

"It shouldn't be possible for this spirit creature to completely imitate it. Is there an upper limit or limit?"

"It turns out that this is a facility for warriors to practice martial arts. Man-made spirit creatures can't control elements. It's impossible for him to use magic. This should be regarded as a limitation. There is also an upper limit. This equipment has limited capabilities. At most, it can only simulate legendary level. However, the martial arts data can not only extract the memory of the target's mind, but also supplement the essence records from the spiritual world, which is almost completely simulated... In fact, it doesn't matter, how can an ordinary legend be the opponent of the father who is a sword master! And Carlo, he is a sick man."

Katerina is very confident in her father. In particular, it is a reality that Carlo is poor and weak, and his strength is not as good as hers, and he complains endlessly when he does a little hard work.

Martial arts must be based on the body. In the final analysis, martial arts is a technique to strengthen and use the physical body. Due to natural differences, goblins can't beat giants in arm wrestling no matter how much they practice. So, the body simulated by Carlo, who is already fragile The conditions are certainly not enough to pose a threat to the father.

Pre-battle calculations are always good. And the simulation ability of this martial arts field has both limitations and upper limits, and there is also an inevitable upper limit of energy,

It should have been a good thing, but the more Katerina talked, the more bitter Timiret's face became. Judging from the information he just received, he no longer expected a breakthrough.

"...It seems that there is no other way but to exhaust the energy of the spirit creature."

"Not at all, Carlo is very weak..."

Before the words fell, Barton, who had high hopes, flew over directly.

"Boom!"

The floor tiles were smashed open, the bald man suffered a severe head injury, his tiger's mouth was ruptured, and his opponent was still standing there holding a wooden stick, with his eyes closed as if he was about to fall asleep.

"How did you do it?"

In the eyes of everyone, Barton had the overwhelming advantage and the initiative in the battle, but Roland, the spirit body, just couldn't stop backing up, and the whirlwind of his blade was about to tear him apart. But the next moment, Barton flew back backwards instead.

But in Timiret's recorder, the scene just now was being replayed, but there was still nothing to gain. Finally, after slowing down dozens of times, he saw it clearly.

"Seeing clearly all the movements of the opponent in the high-speed rotation, inducing others to swing their swords to dig a pit, and then inducing the opponent to step into their own pit, just moving the position and inducing the opponent to self-destruct, the gap between combat skills and experience is too great Obviously... But since I have seen through everything, I can't just stop it with a sword, so why bother, seeing that this spirit clone has not only inherited that person's combat experience, but also inherited that person's distorted personality."

He was slandering that person's strange character from the bottom of his heart, but Timiret had a serious face on his face. Seeing that the chance of victory was in front of him, but he was stopped here, it was naturally very uncomfortable.

"Maybe, the worst opponent we have ever met."

"Father is obviously a sword master. Didn't he say that a sword master has the ability to leapfrog challenges among warriors?"

Katerina is not proficient in martial arts, but she is able to compare data and data. In her memory as a bar girl, there are many legendary stories of sword masters defeating the strong with the weak.

"Jugmaster? Heh, the one standing opposite may be the strongest Juggernaut in Ashe's past three hundred years."

The helpless Timiret did not exaggerate. With the establishment of Hades, a lot of information has been declassified within the League of Gentlemen. Even he was shocked by someone's inhuman past experience.

"Have you ever heard of the Red Lotus Sword Saint Adam? Well, he is the one who is regarded as the strongest sword master of the time, and he is also a strong contender for the strongest human being..."

Speaking of this, Timiret paused when he found that everyone was staring at him. He was worried that speaking out would hurt morale, and also worried that if he didn't speak clearly, someone would go up to provoke him stupidly. Finally, he made up his mind and continued.

"...The mentor of the Red Lotus Sword Saint is the person in front of you. He single-handedly taught the strongest sword master of the time. Since the replica has reproduced his bad character and sword skills, who can win when you compare sword skills? he."

Now, not to mention that the mercenaries were intimidated, Barton himself was dumbfounded just now. He didn't know that he had such a famous senior brother, let alone that the scruffy "young man" had such "brilliance" past.

"It is said that he became a sword master after practicing swordsmanship for a year. His talent in swordsmanship is so high that he can imitate other people's swordsmanship secrets after reading it twice. He knows more than 20 kinds of swordsmanship secrets and most of the conventional swordsmanship. He even taught his disciples out of it. Three Juggernauts, are you sure you can deal with such an existence?"

Well, as soon as the words fell, the scene suddenly became cold.

"You guys, let's go together."

The same words, different reactions, since he showed amazing strength, this time, no one dared to refute this man in a gray and white cloak who looked like a thinker and looked up at him with his feet at forty-five degrees.

"... Even that character was imitated, it's just... no, completely imitated! Ha, we have hope! That Winston over there, um, it's you, come forward to challenge with the dignity of a legendary mercenary , Yes, you will go alone."

"We don't need you to win, you just try to use big moves to lose the opponent, and it is enough to consume the opponent's physical strength."

While making the deployment, the instrument in the corner of Timiret's eye has already given the measurement result.

"Combat strength... a scum with less than five in strength, agility, and stamina, who is so good at pretending, almost bluffed us."

Yes, since it is a copy based on the real Roland, it naturally copied Roland's weak state at this time. Even if he can defeat his opponent with experience and technical advantages, his extremely weak physical condition cannot afford much consumption , instead of defeating him head-on, it is better to exhaust his physical strength with a wheel battle.

The physical strength and energy of psionic creatures and elemental creatures are the same thing, as long as they are exhausted, they will naturally disappear.

But Winston, who had high hopes, didn't hold on for half a minute, and was sent out by a sword aura that just flew over his head and just cut through his helmet.

"Throwing sword energy casually? Sword energy also requires physical exertion. Don't use it together, this will give him a chance to borrow strength and create chaos. Let's come one by one. Since it is a training equipment, there must be someone who can't kill. Restrictions! Maybe there are restrictions on not being able to actively attack and leave this area."

Well, all the weaknesses have been guessed, and this time, it's the spirit body Roland's turn to show a helpless wry smile.

But before the next soldier could carry out this shameless plan, the already injured Patton rushed out first. He did not intend to give up this rare opportunity to challenge.

"You all stand down, this is my personal challenge!"

"The courage is commendable, and the effort to seize the opportunity to improve oneself is also commendable, but... as a commander-in-chief, it is completely unqualified."

While slandering from the bottom of his heart, Timiret yelled to cheer up. Although the answer sheet just given by Barton made him lose a lot of impression points among the examiners, but now that someone is willing to be cannon fodder to consume the physical strength of that spiritual sword master, Why not do it. (to be continued~^~)

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