The rainstorm had just passed, and it was still a cloudy day, but it wasn't as good as night, at least the light was the same as the earth's.

Albert is practicing boxing.

Although strong physical fitness can overwhelm people with force, skills can beat brute force, besides, it is a pity that I finally have the opportunity to live again and start over, and it would be a pity not to do my own thing better.

His technique, if you have to divide it into a school, is probably the southern faction in the human race, non-performative, real killing skills, he doesn't know if this set of techniques can really kill, and he doesn't plan to try, but a large part of the techniques he practices are aimed at weaknesses: eyes, ears, nose, throat, abdomen, subribs, stalls, knee joints.

There are still quite a few schools of technique in Avaranga, and there are everything:

Elves challenge the pinnacle of skills, chase the ultimate in efficiency, find the most labor-saving, the most attacking angle, direction, and temper a move thousands of times in pursuit of perfection, the older the boxer, the more not to be underestimated.

The orc worships nature as a teacher, imitating the animal's moves, opening and closing, but thick and fine, finding the enemy's weakness in the temptation, and then a fatal move, when you find that the change in the angle of the opposite force has stopped, it basically means that he has found the weakness.

Goblins are known for their tricks and variability in various genres to gain a place, born short, their body bones are relatively deformed, but they can do a lot of things that "normal" bodies can't do, if you face them, it's best to fight quickly, not to fight.

Dwarves are good at grappling and trick cracking, and their natural advantage in strength is also difficult to play because of their short limbs, they must be close to the enemy in combat combat, the master of this genre can easily break any joint in any part of the layman, and the unskilled people will have a sense of powerlessness in the face of them—————— many times, the more they want to win quickly, the more it will backfire, and the size of the dwarf also adds a lot of difficulty to the enemy's attack.

Finally, it is human, the moves are complex and varied, endless, for each intelligent race, human boxing has evolved a set of coping methods, and, a real master will temper every part of the body into a weapon, their ultimate goal, is to perfectly control every part of the body, the precision of the move, the speed of reaction, are advanced to the extreme.

Today, there is no way to know how many schools of martial arts exist in this world, but the approximate number is at least hundreds, and countless kinds of boxing techniques are improving, eliminating, communicating, colliding, and constantly getting stronger and stronger in accordance with the changes of the times.

In addition, one thing is certain: in the life-and-death battle of life-and-death battles, if you dare to underestimate them, most of them will die ugly.

Many people asked him what was the use of practicing this, and his answer was always the same two sentences: "What is the difference between a wizard who can't punch and a salted fish?" "That's a big difference. ”

The next two strokes are the end of this morning's workout.

"Peng. With a muffled sound, the upper end of the stone pillar in front of him was broken by him with his palm, and then there was a slashing sound, and the light blade extending from the forearm of his hand was carried by a huge force, cutting out a flat knife edge, this time faster and more stable than the previous slash, this is the progress he wants.

"It's over. "Well, it's done. ”

Albert tapped the pillar twice, and the pillar quickly turned to dust and disappeared into the grass, and the blade of light was withdrawn, and the effect of this "melee magic" met his expectations.

"I always feel like my skill tree is getting weirder. "It's always been like this. ”

"In my previous life, I was a master..... Wait, it looks like it can still be like this. He twisted his waist, turned his ankles, jumped on the spot a few times, and made a few kicking movements, only to see another light-bladed short knife appear on the toe, "Like this, it hurts more when you kick, ah, by the way, you can also have two on your knees and elbows, and when the time comes, use your elbows and knees, hiss...... How about the two swords in your hand that are bent?Anyway, they are all made of magic, to surprise the enemy, or to make them longer? No, it's too slow... ”

Seeing where her husband was jumping up and down, she smiled and shook her head: "It's not strange that you have a skill tree like this, but there is really a problem." ”

This time, he really stopped, and he asked, "Do you know what the skill tree means?" "Isn't it just a matter of knowing, I can guess it, I'm not stupid." ”

Today, it is the 27th day of May in the 431st year of Avaranga, and there are still about 50 or nearly 60 days to the destination, and there are two months according to the time of the earth, but according to the calendar here, it is only a little more than a month and a half a month, and you can already see scattered trees, far away, there are forests, there are great rivers, and that forest is the boundary line of the Elven Autonomous Region, those legendary children of nature, the invaders and creators of the long history in the history books.

It sounds great, but in reality, the two have no superfluous reactions.

In terms of actual feelings, they are more looking forward to Smolan's journey, because coming to the Elven Autonomous Region is equivalent to traveling to other places, especially when you see werewolves and vampires moving bricks, elves who farm the land, dwarf aunts who bargain in the vegetable market, goblins who pull carts, and wizards and warriors who pull two green onions for half a day, it is really difficult to expect these fantasy races.

Luckily, magic is still pretty cool, and if you can spend fifteen years gnawing through those 100 million words, fifteen years seems to be a bit tighter, how about twenty years?

Albert looked down at himself, rubbed his stomach, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and then, the wizard looked not far away, she stood there looking at him and smiled, the shadow of the golden sunlight overlapped somewhere in the memory, and reminded him of something, it was a long time ago, but it is still very clear that the women of this world are a little more direct in comparison, so, something happened.

I guess what this is for. He said to himself in his heart: Fortunately, no one else knows about it.

It was something he didn't plan to say for the rest of his life, a secret that he planned to hide in his heart.

After all, this is a strange thing, according to common sense, he should have done it that way, but it turned out to be the opposite. But that was a long time ago, wasn't it?

He has always kept it a very good secret, but alas, in his world, I am God. ——————————————————————————

"Do you hate me?" Nope. "Then why are you backing off?"

"I retreated just because. She moved closer to him, which alarmed him a little, and took a step back, "You're getting closer." ”

In a vast meadow, waist-high grass swayed in the wind, and the scenery illuminated by the rising golden sun seemed to be much softer, and the tall man was constantly retreating, and the petite woman, who was constantly approaching him, looked very flustered, and his pronunciation was a little shaky.

This scene is strange, because judging by the appearance alone, their positions should be reversed.

The traverser, who had remained calm and sane most of the time, finally encountered an unprecedented situation that could disrupt all plans.

"Then why did you retreat because I was close? You really don't hate me, then why are you afraid of me approaching?" she came a little closer, this time, directly against him, which made the man stumble, the woman's voice trembled, but the petite body still burst out with an amazing momentum, she let go of all shame and wanted an answer, "Answer me." ”

"I... I am, I'm a time-traveler!" "So what? According to your customs, is there anything wrong with me? You tell me, I change. ”

"Mine, my age, and the age of this body! I'm actually a person in my hundreds!" This time, there was really no way back, he leaned against a tree, and his way out was blocked, "There is a big age gap between us!"

"So what?" she pressed her two hands on the man's left and right, and the huge force made the whole tree shake a little, shattering the bark that was pressed by both hands, and also making his body tremble, "Two thousand elves can be with twenty-something humans, why can't a hundred people be with an orc who is almost twenty years old?"

"A two-thousand-year-old elf bubble a twenty-year-old girl, someone is cute because of her face!" "I think you're pretty handsome." "I, I... I'm not handsome!" "You're lying!" the woman looked up at him, her shadow casting a shadow of him in her eyes, "You're just really ugly, and I don't mind." ”

"I told them all, help tonight, tonight is the deadline, you are good to me, I like you, it's as simple as that. She let go of her hand and grabbed him by the collar, "You, Ahhh

After saying those words, she turned her head and walked away, and she could see that her shoulders were trembling, and those words seemed to drain all her courage.

He stood there, mouth open, looking at the departing back, as if trying to say something, and finally, nodded, regaining his former composure.