The H building group of Jiangda is a landmark building in the residential area.

As a new building with the best environment, it is not only the envy of old students, but also the focus of competition between international students and exchange students.

As for the new students, except for a few faculties who competed for resources, they could only salivate and watch from the upstairs next to them.

Steinecker quickly figured out the location of the H building group and sent a vote of European and American men to hurry over. He hid upstairs in a restaurant a few kilometers away, remotely controlled.

He knew very well in his heart that a family like the Chen family was the most difficult. They are not the families at the top of the world - they are the wealthy families of the family - although they may have had the opportunity to stand at the top of the country, but most of the time, they only maintain their position and strive for horizontal rather than vertical development.

If the wealthy family is an arbor, then the family is a weed. They are ambitious but not big enough, they have strength but are often consumed in the internal friction of the family, in the eyes of outsiders, they are just continuous growth and continuation, and then naturally expand their influence.

There are many ways to deal with weeds, but if you want to eradicate them completely, it will take a lot of energy and resources, and often outweigh the benefits.

The same goes for the result of getting entangled in weeds.

Now, since the Holy See has decided to get that set of techniques, and as quickly as possible, he can only do what he is told.

However, when it was time to prepare, he still kept a hand and did not go into battle in person, but instead sent the Holy See's guards.

The European men quickly moved to the bottom of the H building, and a group of panicked students rushed out of the building first, crashing into them in a panic.

Schnoder, the German in the lead, stopped the little man and said in Chinese with the smell of sausages: "What's the matter?" ”

"Murdered."

"Murdered? Who died? Schnoder immediately asked, without a nervous expression.

The little man broke free twice, and found that he was completely controlled by the other party, so he had to clamp the chrysanthemum and said, "Yes, yes...... It was the freshmen who fought, and there was a lot of blood. ”

"Who died?"

"I don't know." The little man gasped twice, and then he was shocked for a while, and then said: "There is blood in the corridor, and it has dripped into the elevator, so ......"

An Italian next to him kicked him and said, "So you think someone is dead, but you don't actually see a dead person, a corpse, do you?" ”

The little man was taken out of Schnoder's grasp, covered his ass and said, "No." ”

"Who is it that bleeds?"

"I don't know."

The Italian glanced at the German dissatisfied, drew his two-foot-long Turkish sword with his backhand, and shouted behind him: "All ready, let's enter through the stairs." If it goes well, tie people up and leave, and don't stop along the way. ”

"I'm going to report to the priest." Schnoder and the other team stood still, strictly abiding by the rules of the canon, and said in English......

"You can take the elevator up and receive the results." The Italian glanced at him contemptuously, and rushed into the complex with nine of his men.

At this time, the Koreans on the 23rd floor didn't understand what was going on.

I saw Chen Yi holding a hairless mop in his right hand, and with two steps, he accurately poked down an opponent, with such force that it was enough to pierce the muscles and cause a lot of blood loss.

The ferocious stance was only one of them, and his second forward attack with a quick retreat was the real killer weapon, and at least two of them were directly stabbed in the thighs by blood-stained mop sticks for misestimating his speed and being greedy for merit.

This strategy is exactly the typical superior tactics of the knights of the Kingdom of San Chio against the infantry.

No matter how the Grundeler Paladin transforms his physical arts, in the Magic Continent, the first goal of learning physical skills is always to kill.

Many of the practice methods of the mid-level physical arts are changed from the battlefield tactics.

With the knight's foot combat method of eighth-level physical skills, dealing with Korean students who have no equipment, no cooperation training, and only rely on strong bodies to fight, is like a knight against a strong peasant, without the slightest suspense.

It's a pity that Koreans don't understand this.

They even do not understand how the Chinese, who should have been captured, have become a nightmare for their own side.

The blood flowing on the ground made a chirping sound, as disgusting as stepping on a frog.

Three South Koreans with pierced thighs or arms howled and hugged each other, bandaged each other with shirts to stop the bleeding, and helped each other to try to get out of the elevator.

The remaining two were isolated from everyone, just screaming for help, but they threw their weapons far away, for fear of angering Chen Yi and being drilled a hole again.

Chen Yi is calm and confident.

After the initial discomfort passed, his will to fight and his sense of smell were generally stoic.

At this time, the ascetic education of the kingdom of San Chio came into play.

Although Chen Yi was a little overexerted due to his nervousness and the numerical superiority of more than a dozen enemies, he overcame this well.

When the first limit was over, he was well on his way.

Two more Koreans rushed desperately.

They were followed by their feeble companions with wine bottles.

Chen Yi looked at them coldly.

This may be the last attack.

At a distance of seven or eight meters, the leading Korean suddenly roared and accelerated from the left regardless of it, while the international student on his right ran forward with his head down.

It seems that their idea is to use the corridor more than 5 meters wide to get closer first.

Chen Yi snorted lightly, and pushed forward three meters violently, and the mop stick that had been cut in half was pushed out heavily, ready to poke at the leading Korean stick, the jagged sawdust and sharpened stick head, like the bamboo spear of the peasant army, quickly pierced his abdomen.

This was the first time he had chosen to stab on a vital part.

Gurgling blood gushed out in an instant.

The three girls hid in the door, looking at Chen Yi in surprise, who was completely different.

I can't see the IQ of 148, I can't see the gentleness and elegance of the children of the family, and I can't see the shyness and timidity of an 18-year-old boy.

Kim Doona was even more excited and excited.

Miss's vision is indeed correct—such a young man will be absorbed into the organization, and he will definitely be able to be reused in the future. His task can be regarded as a successful completion.

She didn't care much about the other international students, these drunk Koreans, just fools who were lured by her, and no one knew their identity.

"Roar." The guy who rushed up from the left shouted like a bold man, pulling Kim Doona out of her fantasy.

Facing the enemy who pounced on him, Chen Yi glanced at it with disdain, pulled out the mop stick violently, stood up violently as if it was rooted under his feet, pushed out his right hand flatly, and did not exert any force at all, just waited there quietly.

Just as a cavalryman with a horsepower would charge with a spear raised.

The difference is that he borrows the speed of the other party, not his own.

With a "poof", the mop stick with broken wood stubs pierced the soft flesh of the shoulder socket of the Korean.

The latter rushed too fast and violently, and saw the bloody wooden stick, but he couldn't stop, only to avoid the vital point, lower his body, and let his shoulders be there.

The huge momentum made the thin clothes lose their isolation effect, and swallowed it with the wooden tip in his mouth.

Another stream of blood rushed out.

Chen Yi let go of the wooden stick with his hand, like a knight at the end of the sprint giving up his spear, turned to the left, spun around, grabbed another man who was excited to pick up the wine bottle, his arms were forced, and he shouted, and the brute force actually lifted it up and threw it against the wall on the other side of the corridor.

The sound of "pop, poof" makes people sound a chill. The latter sound was caused by falling into the blood and squeezing the liquid.

This time, it's the standard infantry tactics.

Physical art is a form of physical exercise that has been fought for many years in the Kingdom of San Chio and exchanged human lives.

Fighting skills are the crystallization of martial arts condensed by the entire magic continent, using life as data.

International students who know a little three-legged cat kung fu only have the life of being a target.

Chen Yi took two steps forward again.

The remaining seven or eight people lost their courage and hurriedly took two steps back.

Chen leaned over easily, stepped on the chest of the Korean in front of him, and pulled out the mop stick with his right hand.

A stream of blood gushed out like a Baotu spring.

Chen Yi didn't even look at him, but his right hand was raised, and the gun was the same height as his waist and eye, which was still a standard knight's sprinting action.

Ten minutes ago, the South Koreans rushed forward bravely in the face of this action, with a mocking voice.

At this moment, 10 minutes later, the rest of the Koreans were stunned and did not dare to say a word.

"Phew." Chen Yi suddenly made a quick forward sprint.

A group of Koreans reflexively retreated, and the blood under their feet was like mud, making them stumble and fall, and no one looked back, and they all ran away crying and shouting for their mother.

Chen Yi licked his lips and tasted the salty fishy smell.

This is how the knights of the Kingdom of San Kio fought on the battlefield.

He inadvertently thought about it, and he didn't even feel that the floor mixed with blood and sweat was dirty at all.

"Chen Yi, be careful, I've been chased, I've already called the police." Han Jie shouted, she didn't just call the police.

Jin Doona grabbed her and said with a confused face: "It's okay, he won." Don't you think the current Chen Yi is very handsome? Handsome, young, and with that calm expression, I like calm men the most. It's like Brother Shi, everything is in control, always quietly waiting for the enemy to make a decision, and then ......"

Her voice grew lower, as if she was talking to herself, remembering something.

At this moment, Chen Yi entered a mysterious and mysterious state, a little half-asleep, replaying the scene just now.

The fights are fierce, but there isn't much danger in reality. The knowledge he has learned is more than enough to deal with a fight on the scale of one or twenty people. The only thing that is a little irritating is the feeling of piercing the human body, and the moral crisis caused by the blood flowing on the ground - but in reality, in this kind of narrow road encounter, language barrier, life and death, there are really not many negative emotions.

However, it gave him a rare opportunity to try to apply those physical techniques and fighting moves outside of the established sequence.

Chen Yi's body twitched twice from time to time.

That's the movement of him using his body subconscious, using the body technique again.

If Grundler were here, if he were an ordinary knight, His Holiness would have praised him for his talent and hard work.

Comprehending the physical technique through subconscious thinking is the first step for the knights to comprehend the magic net.

A "vomit" woke everyone up from shock.

The strong smell of blood, like a bloody blood, erodes and challenges everyone's nerves.

Another student couldn't help but throw up.

Chen Yi's arm slowly lowered.

He let out a light breath, feeling only that there was no end to the strength in his body.

There was a feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before.

It's as if I'm at some top.

"Is it a magic web?" There he pondered, searching hard to experience the feeling of abundance.

The sound of neat footsteps sounded on the narrow fire staircase.

Chen Yiwu stood on his own in the middle of the corridor.

A sharp Turkish knife came through behind the fire door.

At the same time, Chen Yi's mobile phone rang again.

The melodious ringing is extremely incongruous at this time.

It's like the Internationale at a wedding.

……

(To be continued)