"Just the two of you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" The dwarven teacher Sandi Hammer pointed at Maureen and Osmond and said, "Get out of line." ”

The two teenagers took a step, and the afterglow collided, but they didn't let go.

Although he is much worse when he really fights, he will definitely not be as embarrassed as last time, Mo Lin secretly cheered up.

"The so-called simulated competitive battle, simply put, is a simulation of a real battle. Sandi Hammer explains, "The different arenas in this arena have different levels of combat simulation. ”

"The largest hexagonal arena in the middle is almost as simulated as it is real, restricting the entry of ordinary students," he said, pointing to the center of the arena and then to the square arena next to them, "and this one, the most basic, is fifty percent simulated." ”

"Teacher, what exactly do you mean by simulation?" Marcas couldn't help but ask.

Sang Di glanced at Marcas, lowered his voice and pretended to be mysterious: "It's a curse." ”

Seeing that all the students were stunned by this word, the dwarf nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "In fact, it is a very complex magical enchantment, and the people who fight in it are half in the illusion, and they will not really hurt each other. For example, if a sword cuts off someone's arm, it actually only cuts into the barrier, and the person whose arm is cut off will be cursed by the barrier, lose control of the broken arm and feel pain, and then gradually feel weak due to bleeding, and see the scene that has been changed by the barrier. ”

"As for the degree of simulation, it mainly refers to the degree of simulation of pain, which is set to avoid mental breakdown of students. There are two other things that must be remembered," Sandi Hammer said solemnly, "One: Although the arena here can be simulated very realistically, it will still be different from actual combat, the biggest difference is the mentality, where you know that you will not be killed, but in actual combat it is not. To compensate for this, there is additional training in the combat courses of the upper grades. ”

And the second and most important point: in order to sharpen the students' courage, the battles here basically end with serious injuries or even death of one of the simulated parties, and when you end the lives of others or others in the arena again and again, always remember that this is just a combat simulation. Don't let that disregard life and immediately throw you off the platform when the enchantment thinks your mental state has become crazy, cold or even cruel. The dwarven teacher admonished earnestly, "The purpose of fighting is not to kill, but to protect." ”

"Let's watch the battle between these two students as a demonstration, and for the convenience of the audience, the enchantment will show some additional effects on the increase and subtraction. He nodded to the two teenagers in front of the queue and signaled that they could take the stage.

"When you come to power, you can choose weapons and equipment, and you don't need to bring any equipment. The dwarf teacher said.

Maureen walked up to the arena from one side.

The moment he stepped up to the stage, the boy felt a slight itch on his cheeks, and the sunlight seemed to dim for a moment, like a blink of an eye, and he couldn't tell whether it was the effect of the enchantment or the effect of psychology. He looked around and saw that the scene around him had not changed in the slightest, and many of his classmates were watching him, while the stocky Osmond was coming up from the other side.

However, there was an extra light blue point of light in front of him, floating high on his chest.

"Think directly about the equipment you're used to, which can be obtained directly through the Identity Ring. Sang Di in the audience reminded.

Merlin thought for a moment, and then a small ball of light flew out of the light in front of him, combining into a glowing dagger in front of the young man. He took it in his hand, sank a little, his mind turned slightly, and the blade of the short sword flashed, becoming just right in the young man's perception, and then darkened, turning into an ordinary metal form.

In the same way, he made a round shield and a pair of light armor, which were small but strong. As for the armor, it was a ball of light that directly surrounded his body, and then changed out.

Perhaps because he didn't feel the need to use all his strength, Osmond on the other side made a two-handed heavy sword.

The students in the audience could not see the light clusters, only the weapons and armor that suddenly appeared, and those equipment did not dim, but still glowed softly.

With the confirmation of both sides, the light cluster on the arena sank to the ground.

Holding the weapon, the stocky Osmond's round face already showed a fanatical expression.

Seeing that Osmond was not wearing armor, Morin was stunned for a moment, and sighed to himself: I am still underestimated, how can this be, even if I can't beat you, I am not so weak.

He pondered for a moment, and instead of striking first, he raised his dagger and slashed lightly at the back of his shield-holding left hand.

In the eyes of the classmates in the audience, when Morin's short sword slashed the back of his hand, several glowing lines appeared, combining into a glowing wound shape on his skin.

In the young man's own eyes, along with the pain, the skin was cut open by the blade of the sword, and the wound was very shallow, and the blood vessels were also avoided, and only a small bead of blood oozed out.

Almost as the real thing, the weight of the equipment, the touch, the slight change in force when the blade slashed through the skin, and the tightening pain, if you look closely, you can even find the tiny streaks of blood in the wound, mixed with the oozing body fluid, spreading out briefly along the lines of the skin, and then solidifying into a shallow layer of colloidal on the skin.

The only difference, as Mr. Kuandi said, is that the pain from broken skin is much lighter.

Maureen was experimenting, and he wanted to win the battle.

The back of the hand holding the shield is the part of the skin that pulls the least in battle, and the shallow scar will not affect the strength of the shield, and as for the pain, even if it is not weakened, it will not distract him: since his extraordinary physical recovery ability was discovered when he was a child, injuries in his grandfather's actual combat training have become commonplace.

If Barron fights roughly and violently, Morin, who grew up under his grandfather's harsh training as a child, has developed a flexible, precise and meticulous fighting style. Testing the pain will help you understand the limits of your patience, and more importantly, if you are injured accidentally, you will not lose your reaction speed due to the weakening of the pain sense.

Seeing Mo Lin's movements, Osmond, who was holding the big sword, had a stronger battle intent in his eyes, and immediately, he also tested the pain.

Much crazier though.

I saw his backhand slashing across his waist, and a dark red blood light came out from the edge of the heavy sword.

Many students in the audience gasped, and they could see a hideously glowing wound and drops of light that were splashes of blood.

Smelling the smell of blood, the thick battle intent in the eyes of the short and fat boy burned wildly. The last time I took part in the test on the ship, I spent some time thinking about it because of His Highness's instructions, and I deliberately wanted to make a fool of Morin. As for fighting him at this time, he is close to the strength of a fifth-level apprentice and his strength is only a second-level apprentice, so it would be too boring to fight if he didn't let go.

The blade was stained with blood, and Osmond didn't hesitate any longer, and rushed straight at Merlin.

The arena was not small, but in less than two breaths, the stocky boy with a heavy sword had leapt in front of him.

The sword was heavy and fast, but fortunately, Morin was already prepared.

Sideways evasion, short sword lightly raised.

But Osmond was not afraid at all, he twisted the sword and turned it into a sweep, and he actually wanted to use the momentum of the heavy sword and his own strength to forcibly exchange injuries for injuries.

He is long and I am short, he is heavy and I am light, unless it is a fatal blow, there is no advantage in exchanging injuries for injuries.

Without the slightest hesitation, Merlin's short sword turned diagonally, and with a slight knock on its side, the man stepped aside.

Osmond strode in to follow.

Xia Yawn in the audience, turned his head to the tall and thin silver-haired boy beside him and said, "This level of competition, heh, Tevez, but this enchantment sounds good, and in the future, I will beat you into a pig's head with broken hands and feet, and the patriarch will not be able to come to me for trouble." ”

The silver-haired young man pursed his lips: "A plate and a bag of gold, whoever wins will belong to whomever you have, if you have the ability, you will come, don't just talk about not practicing, just like those ravens." ”

Hearing this, the red-haired Thea pouted and was about to argue, but was glared at by Alice and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

As for the dwarf Sandi, he watched the battle on the stage with great interest. The students of this class, needless to say, those young dragons, came to this class just to join in the fun. The remaining burly barbarian boy was the strongest, followed by Osmond, but it was still much worse than that, so Morin was chosen as Osmond's opponent, and they should be able to fight for a while.

At this time, the battle on the stage continued nervously, or, for Morin, nervously.

The blade of the heavy sword followed behind him, and he was able to avoid it several times dangerously and dangerously, and the scene of the battle was just like the last battle between Osmond and Barron, one attack and one avoidance, but the short and fat boy was avoiding it last time, and this time it was attacking.

Aeno was cheering quietly in the audience, while Barron was watching the battle on the stage earnestly. After getting along with Morin for more than a year, he knows his friend very well, although his strength is a little smaller, but his other qualities are quite amazing. In his opinion, that Humpty Dumpty Osmond did not wear armor and injured his waist, which was completely underestimating Morin.

However, despite Barron's confidence in the teenager, Morin on the stage is still in danger.

He leaned back, which was able to avoid the blade of the heavy sword, which caused an exclamation from the students in the audience.

Among the warriors, heavily armored warriors and shield-wielding warriors are the most taboo to fall to the ground, especially shield-wielding warriors. Because with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, it is difficult to get up once you fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Mo Lin was prepared, and the sword in his right hand was already behind him, and with a strong support, the iron sword collided with the stone slab on the ground, and the young man stabilized his body.

But the next sword had been slashed to the chest.

The sound of "bell" came, and the eyes of the dwarves watching the battle lit up.

"Pretty!" Barron exclaimed.

Osmond on the stage took a few steps back, and Maureen gasped and was engrossed in guard, and some of the distracted students didn't even notice what had just happened:

At the moment when the heavy sword slashed into Mo Lin's chest, the young man turned to the side, and then put all his strength against the small round shield, "bell" against the side of the heavy sword, and knocked it out.

This time it can be said that he is surviving in danger between the lightning and flint: the heavy sword is falling, and the shield surface of the round shield is not large, and more importantly, Mo Lin has put all the strength of his entire body on the shield surface, if it does not reach the sword body, or if it is not solid, it will inevitably lose in an instant.

However, the boy succeeded, and there was no surprise or joy on his face when he looked at him, as if he had been completely sure.

Osmond held his heavy sword, the tip of the sword against the stone floor in front of him, gasping slightly.

His right arm was trembling: just now, he had forced his grip on the hilt of his sword, and he had not taken it off, but it had already hurt his muscles. Moreover, the waist that was scratched by himself, because of the force just now, the wound was torn up a lot, and the blood was falling to the ground in large drops, splashing blood one by one.

It seems that this battle is not as easy as I expected.

The pudgy boy looked up, his bead-black eyes staring at Merlin and laughing.

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