The training ground here is wide, and the floor is paved with floor tiles, and there are many scars on the floor tiles, which are obviously traces left by the battle. Some of the marks were half a yard deep, as if they had been scratched by a dragon's claws.

At this moment, a duel was being fought in the martial arts training ground, dozens of people gathered together, watching the duelists make moves, everyone looked solemn, and no one spoke except for the sound of battle.

Among these dozens of people, a considerable number of them are genuine warriors who can unleash their energy, but there are also a large number of people who are not considered warriors and are just working towards this goal.

Although a warrior is easier to be than a wizard, and the threshold is lower, there is still a threshold after all, and many people cannot release their strength even if they are extremely poor all their lives.

Among the onlookers was a tall and lanky man, who looked to be about forty years old, a human race, who looked not angry and arrogant, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and a long sword with a crescent moon decoration at his waist. This person is the owner of the Moonlight Gym, and he is well-known in the local area. His actual age was already over forty years old, but because of his martial arts skills, he still looked like he was forty years old.

In fact, not only this hall owner, but also many strong people in this world are older than they look from the outside.

The hall owner was the strongest person here, but An Rui's gaze only stayed on him for a moment, and then he moved away and looked at another round figure.

There was a fat man in the crowd watching the competition, the shortest figure among the people, but the belly was the largest among the people, which was very eye-catching.

Due to the angle, An Rui couldn't see the fat man's face clearly for the time being, but he knew that it was this person he was looking for. One of the many purposes for which he came here was to win over the fat man. Don't look at this fat man as inconspicuous, but in fact he is a very powerful hidden crew member with great potential.

The corners of An Rui's lips curled, and he walked slowly towards the crowd, looking at the duelist who was fighting fiercely, and then at the fat man.

The duel was quickly decided, and one of them unleashed the Moonlight Flow technique, slashing out a bright crescent moon and defeating the opponent once and for all.

The loser was wounded, and blood flew out, but instead of snorting, he stood up and saluted his opponent who had defeated him. This warrior spirit is more moving than strength.

"Carlisle, Sam, you two fight." After the first two duelists were gone, the curator shouted crisply.

As soon as they heard these two names, everyone's faces instantly became strange, and they all turned their heads and turned their eyes to the fat man who was mixed in the crowd, because this fat man was Sam.

Sam is very famous in the Moonlight Gym, nicknamed Waste Sam, and he is the weakest person in the gym, no matter how hard he practices, he has not improved, and anyone can easily defeat him. He is also an adopted son of the owner of the hall, and was adopted by the owner since he was a child, and grew up in this gym.

The owner of the hall here has a good heart, and has taken in a lot of orphans, so that they can grow up and study in the hall. The eldest adopted son under his knees has long since left this place to wander outside, and has made a lot of fame. His youngest adopted son, who was only half an adult, ran around the gym every day.

Sam is the most disappointed of the many adopted sons, obese, unresponsive, and timid, not suitable to be a warrior at all.

When Sam heard that he had been named, Sam shrank his neck in fright, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his fat cheeks.

The other duel who was selected walked out with a swagger, without any stage fright, but his face was extremely unhappy, and he shouted at the hall owner: "Teacher, can you change my opponent?" I don't want to fight Sam, it's so boring. ”

"No, let you fight him, you will fight him, don't be verbose." The hall master frowned and scolded.

The duelist named Carlisle pursed his lips, not daring to say anything more, and obediently showed his blade.

Sam walked out of the crowd with a bitter face, stood across from Carlisle, and reluctantly drew his blade.

It was only at this time that An Rui finally saw Sam's appearance clearly, this fat man was not handsome, but he was very attractive, very comfortable to look at, and even a little cute. Others don't know what to do, but he knows very well that this guy who is called Waste Sam actually has other talents.

When God closes a door, He opens a window. Sam is not a warrior, but it doesn't mean that he is useless, he is actually a thousand-mile horse who has not yet met Bole, but has not yet been discovered. Now, Bole has finally appeared in his life, and this Bole is Anrui.

The battle begins.

Since it was a battle without suspense, everyone was in a state of lack of interest.

The battle turned out exactly as everyone expected, with Carlisle gaining the upper hand at the start, knocking Sam out and running around. Within ten turns, Carlisle flew up and kicked Sam's over-fat ass* stock, which flew out of the way and hit the ground in embarrassment.

There was a chuckle around. No one said anything to mock Sam, but the taunt was written on his face.

The owner looked at Sam lying on the ground, shook his head slightly, and looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Sam blushed with shame, scrambled to his feet, grabbed his fallen blade, and fled back into the crowd before he could salute. Probably as fate would have it, he happened to run to An Rui's side.

An Rui looked at the fat man beside him closely, wondering how to pull the fat man onto his boat.

"Your clothes are dirty." Anrui gestured in front of Sam.

"Oh, thanks for the reminder." Sam looked at Anrui, a stranger, a little panicked, and reached out to dust off some of the dust in front of him. Now he couldn't imagine how the stranger in front of him would have a drastic impact on his life.

As the duel continued, more and more apprentices were called in to fight, and after the winner was decided, they were replaced, and so on.

After the duel was completely over, An Rui finally got the opportunity to meet with the owner of the pavilion, expressed his desire to learn the Moonlight Flow combat technique, and paid the tuition. Tuition fees are paid on a monthly basis and are renewed every other month. He knew he couldn't stay here for too long, so he only paid one month's tuition and didn't overpay.

In the afternoon, the learning course began, and An Rui and several new students listened to the lecture of the hall master, teaching the Moonlight Flow combat technique.

The combat skill taught today is called "Crescent Slash", which is the most basic of the many combat skills of Moonlight Flow, and it is also the one that An Rui wants to learn. Those too complex and powerful moonlight flow combat skills are difficult to learn in a short period of time, and it is better to learn a simple one.

The half-day course allowed An Rui to initially learn the concept of this combat technique and the use of strength. This combat technique should compress the strength to the greatest extent, compress it into crescent-shaped slices, and chop it out of the situation. This is easy to say, but it is difficult to do, and the energy is like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins, and it is difficult to control.

At the end of the day, An Rui left the Moonlight Gym, but instead of going back to the hotel, he went to a bookstore.

The bookstore is all-encompassing, selling everything, and thousands of books are piled up in the seemingly small house. These books include books for professionals, for warriors, for thieves, for alchemists, and for wizards.

Of course, you can't expect to buy too precious books in a bookstore, and most of the books about professionals here are just entry-level. Fortunately, Anrui was looking for an entry-level book.

Under the guidance of the bookstore owner, An Rui rummaged through the stacks of books for a while, and found the books he needed through the help and identification of the system. More precisely, the book Sam needed, which was given to Sam.

After buying the book, An Rui returned to the hotel, and the road was calm and did not encounter any trouble. It seems that Cheryl's deterrence is still very useful, and Brent did not dare to trouble them again.

In the following days, An Rui lived a life of two o'clock and one line every day, going back and forth between the Moonlight Daoist Hall and the hotel every day. In the Moonlight Gym, in addition to learning combat skills every day, he will deliberately approach Sam, chat with Sam, and get closer.

Sam is a very nice guy to get along with, he likes to talk about food and books, and he is willing to make friends with anyone as long as he doesn't talk to him about his skills or to learn from him.

Anrui didn't rush to give Sam the book in his hand, it was too abrupt, and in his opinion, it was better to get acquainted with Sam first.

This afternoon, it was the turn of many apprentices to duel. There are a few more new faces in this competition, and Anrui is one of them.

For this competition, Anrui is very much looking forward to it.

In the past, when he fought with others, sometimes he was able to gain experience, and sometimes he couldn't. He hadn't figured out the reason for this yet, so this time he took the opportunity to test it. Using the quizzes arranged by the gym to conduct experiments was his third purpose. This purpose is equally important.

The duel went on one after another, and after more than a dozen rounds, An Rui's name was finally called.

"Carlisle, Anrui, you two come out and have a discussion, remember to stop at the point." The hall owner said in a deep voice.

Anrui remembers very well that Carlisle was the one who kicked Sam's ass not long ago, and it was a coincidence that he didn't expect him to have such an opponent.

"Interesting, since I met you, let me avenge Sam's kick, and let you taste what it's like to be kicked off." An Rui glanced at Carlisle not far away, and bad water bubbled up in his heart, once again revealing his short-term nature.

Unaware of the impending catastrophe, Carlisle stepped out of the crowd, drew his sword, and scanned his surroundings for his opponent. Obviously, he was not familiar with Anrui, the newcomer, and did not even know him.

"Anrui, be careful." Sam on the other side whispered at Anrui. After a few days of contact, he has come to regard Anrui as a friend, albeit just the most ordinary friend.

Anrui nodded at Sam slightly, then stepped forward and drew his sword.

The two duelists saluted each other and prepared for battle.

On the ground, there were traces of blood left by the previous duelists, and the faint smell of blood tickled the wildness hidden in the man's body.