After being kicked into the water, Fletcher's near-death death was left with a sequelae, and as soon as someone approached his back, his bulky body immediately transformed into a feline and quickly dodged away. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After that time, he didn't pay attention to Rodin for a day, but still followed Rodin's special training.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and the special training of the two has achieved initial results.

Although they were still tired from the weight of the morning, they were able to maintain a constant pace throughout the journey.

The underwater endurance training in the afternoon had a familiar charm for Rodin, the improvement of endurance was extremely obvious, and the psychological quality under extreme conditions had a qualitative leap.

Not only did Fletcher learn to swim, but he also began to do a simplified version of underwater endurance training, and the biggest thing he got was that his breathing method improved by leaps and bounds, running and swimming, two seemingly unrelated sports, but they played an incredible role in facilitating, which is called tactile bypass.

In the afternoon, the Yankees helped the warehouse, Rodin and Fletcher finished their special training, arrived at the time agreed with William, and joined the crowd.

Today, more than 50 people gathered here, and none of the Yankee Gang members were left behind.

Boss Hook, with a shiny head on his head, stood at the front of the crowd with a grim face.

"Okay, everyone is here, I won't talk nonsense, I believe everyone understands the reason for calling you today. “

"The Downtown Gang Tournament is just a week away, and most of the brothers have been in the gang for years, and you all know what this tournament is about. ”

"But I have to remind you brothers that last year and the year before that, we finished 4th and 5th respectively. ”

At this point he paused slightly and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Of course it's a countdown." ”

Everyone was silent, and Rodin felt a sense of guilt among the people around him.

Hook glanced around like a falcon and said viciously: "Just because of the failure of the last two years, our territory has shrunk by two percent, and we have lost a tavern and a brothel. We've lost two hens that lay golden eggs!"

"And these two properties are not running away with their own long legs, they are occupied by others, and they are snatched from us by those who kill thousands of knives!"

"On the contrary, this year's protection fee has been cut by 20%, and everyone's wages have also been reduced by 20%. ”

"This loss of 20% of wages may not seem like much, 50 Marelli a month?

"What year was that?"

“500！“

“600！“

There were a few excited replies from the crowd, and Hook laughed, "I'm so proud of my brothers' arithmetic abilities. Then I want to ask you one more question, 600 Marellido?"

"That's my 4 months' salary. ”

"It's been done for nothing in half a year!"

Hooke's tone began to become high-pitched: "How many clothes, how many meals, how many firewoods?"

"Our parents, wives and children, perhaps because of the missing six hundred Marelli, must endure a period of cold and hunger in this coming cold winter!"

"As husbands, fathers, and sons, do you have heartache!?"

The crowded crowd instantly became noisy, and the five big and three rough men couldn't help but talk to each other, swearing, insulting, and venting.

Fletcher muttered, "!"

Most of the Yankee gang members are paid 15 to 200 Marelli a month, which is much higher than the people of Elden's toiling masses.

Rodin's reaction to Hooke's agitation to exaggerate the truth was rather bland, and the salesmen on earth could literally blow the dead into alive, the smelly and fragrant, and blow into the sky, making people's blood boil and make people's blood boil and make their own blood boil.

In contrast, what Hooke said is not excessive, in short, no one will dislike having more money.

Waving his hand to appease the gang, Hook then said impassionedly: "What's even more sad is that we have lost not only money, but also practical benefits. ”

"We have lost our intangible honor. ”

"Defeat in the tournament made almost all the other gangs despise us and laugh at us. Even if they don't talk about it in front of us, I can see the hint in their ugly faces. ”

"Everyone carefully recalled how arrogant the Guangyao Society, which defeated us last year, and repeatedly flaunted its might in front of us. They laughed at us with the face of a victor and slapped us in the face. ”

"I wanted to pull their jaws down and shove them in their assholes!"

"Kill them!"

"Son of a bitch. “

At this moment of excitement, Hook's tone changed sharply, and he lamented: "It's a pity, losing is losing, and we were helpless with them at that time!"

"But!" instantly boiled with enthusiasm,

"It's the end of another year, a new round of gang tournaments is about to begin, and our chance to get revenge on Shame has arrived!"

"This time, we not only have to regain the lost territory, but we also have to ravage the bastards who mocked us and ridiculed us last year, and educate them well for their parents!"

The crowd shouted and responded enthusiastically, but Rodin noticed that in addition to him, William, and Fletcher, several others were very calm.

"Each gang selects ten elites to compete in the tournament, and we've already got three warriors volunteering, so let's bring them to the stage. ”

"William. ”

"Rodin"

"Fletcher. ”

"Brothers, send the warmest welcome to the warriors!"

"Bang Bang!"

Amid deafening applause, the three of them walked out of the crowd and stood beside Hook.

"Okay, seven warriors will be selected next. ”

Hook's face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Here I make a promise first, no matter what the result of the competition is, I will reward each of the brothers who participated in the competition with 1,000 Marelli!"

A huge reward appeared, and suddenly the crowd was full of voices, and the gang members blushed nervously one by one.

"Everyone, don't be impatient. “

"Next brothers who volunteer to participate in the competition, please come out!"

As soon as Hook's words fell, a line of people stood up in an instant from the crowded crowd.

William looked around and said to himself, "Yes, the good hands have arrived." “

In the crowd, a tall and thin gang member suddenly spoke: "Boss, William and Rodin are invincible in the whole gang, I am convinced, but I am not convinced by this Fletcher." “

"Okay!" Without waiting for anyone else to speak, Fletcher strode into the 13 volunteers.

He said loudly: "I am willing to compete with everyone for these seven places fairly." “

After a week of inhuman training, Fletcher's originally slightly chubby body has slimmed a lot, and his muscles have become stronger, but the biggest change is his eyes, temperament, and the whole person is full of fighting spirit, which is not the same as the previous state of confusion.

"Fourteen people, just choose one of the two, and each person can play one game. “

In fact, it was fairer to draw lots to decide the opponent, but for the sake of the gang's overall situation, Hook finally decided to make a decision.

"As for their respective opponents, let William decide. ”

William comprehended the division of the players with outstanding swordsmanship, so as not to cause internal friction.

Fletcher's opponent was the tall, lanky Hamilk who had suffered under Rodin.

Milk is one of the few people in the gang who has always had a problem with the identity of Rodin and Fletcher, and it was he who provoked Fletcher by name.

After grouping, the gang exposed the position in the middle of the warehouse as a gladiatorial arena, and each scattered to the side in a circle, looking at the middle of the arena with excitement.

The contestants fought against each other in a predetermined order.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two players took the lead in entering the field.

Rodin watched quietly, and he had the impression that he had tried all the players who had volunteered to compete.

One of the most tricky was a short, unremarkable man, Xie Eryang, who used an unconventional two-handed short sword, which was like lightning, and his moves were agile and insidious, and he would be saved if he attacked the enemy, and Rodin also took a lot of effort to defeat him.

The swordsmanship of the other gang was decent, Rodin couldn't help but shake his head, he clearly remembered that several people in the field did not survive 3 rounds under him.

The eyes were on the field, and the two people facing each other were holding one-handed swords, using the Iron Cross swordsmanship taught by William, which was heavy and lightweight, with flexible steps under the feet, and the dodge and rush were particularly fast and deadly.

Like two cunning wolves, they did not rush out their swords, but kept pacing small steps, patiently peeking at each other's flaws.

The people around him kept cheering and agitating, and finally one of the players ran out of patience and couldn't help but take the lead.

He jerked forward into a position, his sword light was terrifying, slashing several swords in a row, and the other side was dodging and parrying in a small area, quietly bringing the opponent's movements bigger and bigger.

When his strength was exhausted and the offensive was slow, the defender who had been calm and calm burst the opponent's blade like lightning.

The one-handed sword made a beautiful arc, instantly breaking through the opponent's leather armor and pressing against its smooth neck.

The winner draws his sword and bows, and the loser exits with a gloomy face.

"Beautiful!"

"Well done!" This is a sword fight, electric and flint, unpredictable, and it takes just one or two minutes to distinguish the winner from the loser, and even life and death, which is completely different from the film and television works that often play for several hours and half a day.

The next battle was a bit lackluster in Rodin's opinion, in order to retain the strong seeded players, William's distribution principle was very simple, the strong and weak battles, the difference in strength between the players was huge, and several battles ended in a hurry.

Soon after, it was Fletcher's turn with Milk.

The two walked into the venue and waited solemnly.

In Rodin's opinion, Fletcher's strength was slightly inferior to that of Mielke.

The latter has been practicing swordsmanship for a longer time and has more experience, while Fletcher has only been in contact with swordsmanship for more than half a year, and has been receiving unorthodox swordsmanship training in Hidden Town, and it is only when Elden is taught by William that he really enters the threshold.

What's more, before the special training, his level of effort was far inferior to Rodin's.

The strength and reflexes of the two are similar, but Fletcher, who has improved his breathing skills by leaps and bounds after special training, has an advantage in endurance, and if he can take advantage of the opportunity, he still has a chance to win.

After a moment of silent confrontation, Milk launched a rush attack, gritting his steel teeth, a sword as fast as a sword, a violent storm, slashing and stabbing, all the dissatisfaction and enthusiasm in his heart were vented without scruples in a rush attack.

Fletcher, on the other side, was a little stumbling and exhausted, and the whole person was drowned under the opponent's continuous attacks.

As soon as the battle began, it seemed clear that Fletcher was completely pinned down by Milk.

However, after the special training of underwater endurance, Fletcher's psychological quality has improved greatly, although he is in a passive position, he holds his breath and concentrates, without the slightest panic, every sword of Milk, no matter how preemptive and imposing, is unloaded by him at the moment when he cannot make a move, and the steps under his feet, following William's teachings, are flexible and stable.

As the battle progressed, Rodin couldn't help but smile.

Fletcher was very clever in choosing the battle strategy that worked best for him.

No matter how fierce the attack is, there will be a time when it will eventually get tired, as the so-called one blow, then decline, and three exhaustion, Milk's desire to win is too eager, blindly rushing to attack, and the physical consumption is far greater than that of the steady and steady Fletcher.

Soon after, the tall and thin Milk suddenly gushed out a hot breath from his body, sweat gushed out of his skin, the offensive slowed down like a tide, the speed and strength of the swinging sword decreased significantly, and Fletcher, who had been accumulating physical strength, finally waited for the opportunity.

Taking advantage of the weakness of his opponent, Fletcher showed his claws, and this time he did not continue to unload the attacking sword, and his feet flashed, and his body shook to Milk's side with agility.

"Whew-"

The sword light is like practice, and it is the essence of fast, accurate and ruthless, and it is offensive and defensive in an instant.

Milk, frightened by a few swords, struggled to resist.

Fletcher took advantage of the victory to chase and wanted to do it in one fell swoop.

Milk's swordsmanship is spicy, trying in vain to turn the tide.

After a frenzied attack, two sword lights staggered, stabbing at each other's death holes.

An intra-gang scramble evolved out of control. The crowd on the sidelines didn't have time to react.

Milk's tricky long sword slashed through the air, and suddenly a silvery light appeared in his sight, and Fletcher, who he had never looked down on, was as close as lightning at hand.

A sudden panic swelled up in Milk's heart, and he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the other party's cold blade was attached to his neck, motionless, and a shallow trace of blood slipped down.

"I lost. ”

Milk buried his head and turned away in a dejected manner.

Fletcher took a deep breath, the moment when life and death were intertwined, victory and defeat were entangled, his thoughts were like electricity, and he couldn't help but think of the moment when Rodin kicked him into the icy river.

"Water is the source of life, giving birth to all things, we should fear her, not be afraid of her!"

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

This perverted special training seems to have engraved it into his bones, otherwise if he had a trace of fear and hesitation just now, I am afraid that the outcome would be reversed.