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Chapter 81 Short-term Goals

It's a rainy day, and it's a good day to kill people.

When the corpse falls and the blood gushes out, the rain is like the most diligent cleaner, quickly and perfectly removing a trace of qiē, whether it is the smelly blood or the ruptured internal organs, no matter how firm it is, it can only fade with the endless rain.

It's like ink meets water.

Entering Anno, Sioux City once thought that his greatest gain was to regain the joy of martial arts, or to meet a few young people who may not be friends, but can probably be friends.

However, it wasn't until he cut off the head of the undead battle mage and watched the blood sprayed mixed with the rain and cement that Su Cheng suddenly woke up to what his increasingly fluent fighting and killing skills were all about, and why.

Su Cheng knew that this was not because of his past training - in fact, although he had a wealth of combat experience in the past, and he also knew the vital points of the human body, but when it came to killing experience, now in a civilized society, high school students in that country would have killing experience?

Swinging the ink-black halberd in his hand again, the heavy halberd and the simple style of the giant axe struck, the momentum of the collision was so great that Su Cheng could even see the squeezed mud spewing out from the ground, but he didn't even take half a step back, and his heart was as calm as if he was on an outing, the halberd blade instantly slid down, and cleanly cut off the fingers of the undead armorer holding the axe.

Without waiting for the blood from the wound to fall on the mud, the expressionless Su Cheng turned his backhand, and the halberd swept with the huge force of the ogre, and with a bang, it immediately smashed the opponent's temples and sank, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, so he fell into the turbid mud.

In fact, his biggest gain in this game is not to practice the fighting skills he has been learning, and make reasonable fine-tuning based on the actual situation to improve what the teacher taught him.

No, it's not so much about perfection as it is about revisiting what the teacher taught.

The heavy halberd in Su Cheng's hand took advantage of the situation, severing off a head that was gurgling and rolling in the waterhole and mud, and slashed the remaining undead armor with an understatement.

And where is there a place where you can gain more combat experience than the virtual game "Annook"? Su Cheng turned his head to look at the battle situation behind him, but he really couldn't think of anything in his heart that could suppress this game.

From ancient times to the present, martial arts have been fought to kill the enemy, or to protect oneself. However, in today's civilized society, except for underground martial arts, where people with a little status and status will not go, there is no chance for people to fight to the death, so martial arts will become a sport from the skill of killing the enemy.

This is also the reason why the teacher has always been obsessed with - in the decades since he devoted himself to the art of boxing and fighting, the teacher has never tried a real life-and-death fight, not once.

If it weren't for that serious illness, the teacher would probably be more addicted to Anno than he was, if it was the old guy. Su Cheng did not stop at the foot, and immediately slaughtered the rest of the battlefield, but his heart was full of memories of the old guy in his memory.

Memories of the past were like raindrops, falling down his body and behind him in the blink of an eye.

The halberd spun like a windmill, and all the mud and rain swept into the sky under the strong wind. However, the whistling halberd was fast, but it slammed into the neck of another armorer with precision.

The undead armorer's head tilted, and there was a crisp sound all over his body, and there was no doubt that the heavy impact shattered his shoulders and neck into pieces. There wasn't even a moment's pause, and the halberd hung on it, which flew up in the air by inertia, and slammed it to the ground.

Even the possibility of struggle was not given, and the halberd, which represented death and end, fell again without mistake, leaving only a vague whimper that I didn't know whether to chew or beg for mercy, echoing in the sea of trees that became more and more silent.

The battle is over.

Feeling the raindrops the size of beans hitting his body, Su Cheng closed his eyes and quietly exhaled a long breath of heat. At the end of the battle, he felt a strange sensation in the pouring rain that made him feel a strange feeling.

After having the means to obtain money, although Su Cheng continued to train and tried to blur his feelings by fighting, in fact, he could not find his true goal for a while.

Is it money?

Is it work?

Is it enjoyment?

Su Cheng thought carefully one by one, but denied them one by one. He even wondered if he was bothered by the constant fighting. This kind of speculation made him quite suspicious, how many days had passed, and he was already bored with this job, how would he live in the future?

However, it was only now that Sioux finally realized that he was not tired of fighting, nor was he tired of the final goal of the battle. What he is tired of is just a battle without a short-term goal, a aimless battle.

Luckily, now he has finally found his short-term goal in battle - to develop his teacher's skills.

Until he achieves the big goal of money, his short-term goal is to make everyone know about him and his teacher's martial arts.

Putting away the halberd in his hand, Su Cheng became steady for no reason. He smiled, wiped the rain from his face, and quickly scooped up the light that belonged to him on the ground.

Without looking at the harvest after a series of fierce battles, Su Cheng walked to the Merlot who were sitting on the ground and resting, and said, "Which of you is the Gu Master, or is the Gu Master dead?" ”

Merlot was panting roughly, and when he saw that the person approaching was Sioux City, who had just charged, he showed a friendly smile and said, "I am the owner of this mission, were you introduced by the company, or was it brought by anyone?" ”

"Sir, I'm Rox." Su Cheng squatted down and shook hands with Merlot, who was sitting on the ground, and then said sternly: "The coffin in the vehicle, the owner is the priority." ”

"Priority for the owner?" Merlot seemed to be unable to come back to her senses for a moment, and asked rhetorically as she was.

Frowning, although Su Cheng was a little impatient, he still explained in the usual tone: "Although it is a multiplayer task, those who complete the specific requirements of the task will still have a little gain in rewards. And you're the owner, and the situation is safe enough, so I think it's up to you to do this. ”

In fact, even if a large part of the credit for making this mission complete is attributed to Sioux City's top combat power, it is a group of players who have not gained much but have the courage to fight to the death that makes the battle come to an end.

More importantly, this owner is a friend of his direct boss, and it is this that makes Su Cheng dispel the idea of completing the task on his own.

"Oh?" Melo raised his eyebrows with a muddy face, knowing that when he encountered such a fierce Sioux City, Melo had already been mentally prepared for the huge reward he was about to pay, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to give up the contribution, which made him a little puzzled.

Seeing Merlot's doubts, Sioux City bent down and whispered in his ear, "Sir, Miss Catherine is my immediate superior. ”

Hearing this, the doubts in Merlot's heart suddenly disappeared-

You know, he doesn't care about the 10,000 as a reward at all, he just feels in his heart that he really didn't hurt Catherine in vain, even if he grows up to be cold, this little guy actually remembers him, Uncle Merlot.