"How do you train your fighting intelligence to strengthen?" asked Kersmoad, slightly excited, as if he saw some kind of hope.

"There is a lot of fighting wisdom content, and what I can only help you master and improve is only the basic content, and the subsequent expansion content, that is, your own fighting wisdom, I can only provide you with a reference, and then you have to rely on yourself to comprehend and summarize. Although there are many contents of fighting wisdom, it can be summarized into three aspects: the first aspect is your preparation for fighting, such as the accumulation of combat knowledge, the understanding of martial arts, and the associations you make with martial arts. The second aspect is your on-the-spot performance during the fight, including your on-the-spot reflexes, which refers to your conscious reflexes, rather than muscle reflexes, as well as the ability to analyze and calculate changes in the fighting situation and the opponent's situation. ”

Marit paused for a moment before continuing, "The third aspect is the most important content of fighting wisdom, which is your ability to change the direction of fighting, which is beyond the basic content of fighting wisdom and belongs to the expansion content. My martial arts intelligence focuses on perception and judgment, which can be summed up as mastering the enemy and taking it by surprise. ”

"Take the enemy by surprise?" Sensed repeated in a low voice.

Marit nodded and said, "First of all, in martial arts, you have to always keep the mindset that you are the only center point, and no matter how many opponents you have, everything they do is designed to knock you out. You understand their ultimate intentions, and let your opponents see your calmness and firmness, and then you follow their ultimate intentions, to reverse their possible shots, see six ways, listen to all directions, you can often find their weaknesses when shooting, and then, you can use your judgment ability, with fast and accurate shots, preemptive, one blow to knock the enemy down. ”

When Sensed heard this, he suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, but he immediately frowned and asked, "How can I strike backwards, and what if the opponent immediately defends or dodges?"

"Therefore, you must be fast, judge and shoot, you must be fast, and it is best to be able to predict and buy more time for your shot. Marit said with a little excitement, her eyes shining with that sharp light again, "The first moment of a person's attack is when his defense is the weakest, because in this state, even if he can react to other people's attacks, he will definitely not have time to block or dodge, as long as the opponent's attack is fast enough, he will definitely suffer." Even if he only feints to attack, and then immediately blocks or dodges, he will inevitably get into that state, albeit for a shorter moment, but as long as his opponent can see that moment and hit his weak blow, he will still be unlucky. That's the key to getting ahead of the curve. ”

Germund and Marit looked at each other, feeling the impact of her fierce gaze on their minds, and they fell into deep thought under the impact.

With a squeak, Marit opened a door for Sensed in the dark, allowing him to see light, to see hope, to see a vast world he had never seen before, and to see the world he longed for.

"Kid, it's time for dinner, let's go have dinner, and tonight there's your favorite cheese. After dinner, you digest it, not only the food, but also the words I just said to you. Then, tomorrow, your training officially begins. Marit smiled and said these words to Cosmod when she was standing outside the door of the little dark room.

Hearing Marit's words, Kosmund immediately recovered from his contemplation, only to find that Marit had opened the door of the little dark room without him noticing, and walked out.

"Isn't it tomorrow?, but my right hand isn't good yet!" Cosmod quickly stood up and walked out the door quickly, he was only allowed to leave the small dark room during meal time while he was locked up.

"The first thing you have to train is fighting wisdom, mainly with your brain, not to mention, don't you still have a left hand? Or you can also take this opportunity to train your left hand to be as flexible as your right hand. Marit laughed.

"I'd love to try, Marit!" said Kersmund with a smile.

"Haha, kid, stop calling me by my name, even if you don't treat me as a teacher now, you should treat me like a grandmother, right?"

"Oh, no, Marit, I don't want to think of you as a teacher or a grandmother, because I rarely have a friend as good as you!

"Alright, kid, you win!"

The two of them walked side by side like this, word by word......

Time is the soil of all achievements in the world, giving pain to the dreamers and happiness to the creators. Autumn went to winter, and time passed peacefully for half a year. At the beginning of the fifteenth year of the year, spring arrived as scheduled.

In the past six months, Kersmer has spent almost every day in the small dark room of the orphanage, but this is not because he has been locked up because he frequently goes out to fight, on the contrary, Germerd has hardly stepped out of the orphanage for half a year, he has taken the initiative to come to this small dark room, where he has been doing special combat training day and night. This little black room was originally used to make erring children think about it, and in this orphanage, except for Ksmode, there are almost no other children who are locked up in this little black room, and most of them are like little lambs. Therefore, as long as Gersmoud does not go out to fight, this little dark room is almost empty all year round.

For the first month or two, the old nun Marit would come to the little dark room every day to teach Kosmed some knowledge and know-how of martial arts, give him the necessary guidance in his training, and always be strict with him to achieve the results he deserved, and of course constantly encourage him. Systematic training and Marit's guidance have made Kersmode's fighting intelligence, fighting skills, and physical fitness improve rapidly.

At the end of each training session, Marit conducts an assessment of Marksmoad. The content of the assessment is often to ask Sensed to make Marit take a certain action in a certain way during the combat drill with Marit. For example, Eyemold's first test: use all of your martial arts skills to make Marit take a step back. If Kosmode can pass the test, he can move on to the next stage of training, otherwise he will have to repeat the previous practice for the next half month.

As the training progressed, Korsmod became more and more dependent on himself rather than Marit, and as a result, Marit went from coming to the dark room every day to once every two or three days, and a few months later, to a maximum of once a week. Korsmod trains day in and day out, becoming stronger and lonely day after day, and that's exactly what every standout fighter is bound to get into as they pursue the next level of martial arts. Kersmund understands this, because no matter how powerful others are, more powerful than Marit, they can only help him when necessary, and the rest of the process can only be experienced and understood by himself. The so-called teacher leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual, which is exactly this truth.

Almost day and night, he hid in the little dark room, undisturbed by the outside world, and if anyone other than Marit came to the little dark room, he would sit upright on the ground as soon as the door was opened, and pretend to think about it. Because Marit would call him before opening the door, he would be able to react immediately when the others opened the door and entered the dark room, without hesitation. Immersed in his training and focused, he didn't realize that time flew by, and as half a year passed, his martial arts skills began to enter a bottleneck, and the slow pace of breakthrough made his training much less effective than before. Marit suggested that he could reduce his training and spend more time thinking about how to break through this bottleneck faster.

As a result, Kersmond stopped staying in the little dark room all day and continued to train, and began to be idle. In this way, while thinking about how to break through this bottleneck faster, Kosmerd had an idea: anyway, if you are idle, it is better to go outside and settle an old account by the way. Half a year later, Kosmode walked the streets of Wocheze again. In the past six months, Kosmerd has grown a lot taller, and his physique has become much stronger and straighter because of persistent physical training, although his face has not changed much, but he has shown a wise look that he has never seen before. Anyone who knows him will feel like a different person at a glance. Therefore, when he appeared on the street, many of his "old acquaintances" did not recognize him for a while, and Tema was one of them.

When Tema, who was still dark, thin and ugly, saw Eksmerd appear in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then grinned: "Yo, little bastard, you actually appeared again? You were broken by Ola a few months ago, and then ran away like a puppy, I thought you would hide for the rest of your life and dare not come out!" His words caused a burst of laughter from the three hairy boys beside him, and he dared to laugh at Derm so wantonly because he had three companions around him.

However, just as Tema's words could be spoken, the laughter of his companion just rang out, a slap "snapped" on his face. This caught Tema off guard, and even if he was on guard, with his ability, he couldn't prevent this slap at all, because the slap was so fast that he couldn't even see who rewarded him, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Who do you say is the little bastard?" asked Kersmund coldly.

Tema came back to her senses when she heard Derm's question, felt a hot pain on her face, subconsciously covered her face with one hand, and said recklessly: "Of course you mean you ......"

Before Tema could finish speaking, another slap "snapped" on the other side of his face.

"What are you talking about? I don't hear clearly, please say it out loud again. Kosmerd said lightly, as if nothing had happened.

Tema hurriedly took a few steps back, covered her face and shouted to her companions in a crying voice: "Quick! The four of us, let's teach this arrogant little bastard a lesson!" Tema emphasized the word "four" in a particularly accentuated tone, as if to show the advantage of having many people on her side.

So, four fearless teenagers, including Tema, rushed towards Ekmerd together.

Hearing only a "crackling" sound, mixed with a few screams, the four teenagers all covered their faces with their hands, lowered their heads and retreated to the side, and their mouths were all shouting "ouch, ouch, ouch", and Tema was the worst, both cheeks were obviously swollen.

Derm took a step forward, grabbed Tema's shirt with one hand, and said to the other three young men covering their faces: "It's none of your business here, you can get out!

The three teenagers immediately ran away like the wind.

"Take me to Ola!" exclaimed to Terma.

Tema nodded helplessly, not daring to be disobedient.

Led by Tema, Kersmoud walked through several avenues, walked through several alleys, and finally stopped at the end of an alley.

Tema raised her voice and shouted loudly to the location of a wooden house in front of him, "Brother Ola, I'm Tema, I have something to look for you, please come out for a while." His face was swollen, and his pronunciation of the shout was a little inaccurate, but it was clear.

After a while, a tall figure came out of the room, and at the same time answered, "What is the matter?"

Kersmod recognized this person at a glance as Ola, and in half a year, it also made this Ola a much taller and stronger.

Ola also quickly recognized Kersmer, and after a flash of consternation on his face, he filled with a happy and playful smile, and said, "Little bastard, I can't imagine that you dare to appear in front of me!"

"Do you dare to fight me?" said Kersmoad without minus a beating.

"You're looking for death!" Ola said contemptuously and proudly: "Haha, I won't let you escape again this time! I must torture you well, let you see how powerful I am, and leave a deep impression on you in this life!"

"Then you'll have to ask my fist if he says yes!" replied Kersmund coldly.

The two didn't say much, and immediately fought together. After a few moves, Seemer found that this Ola had not made much progress in the past six months, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed. But he still didn't underestimate the enemy, and immediately concentrated on using the fighting wisdom he had trained hard for half a year.

Orana's well-behaved, coherent and seemingly impeccable punches and kicks in the eyes of ordinary people are like slow-motion demonstrations in the eyes of Kersmode at this moment, and they are full of flaws. Korsmerd sneered, the moment Ola's punch was just struck, the punch he had already swung hit Ola's jaw from the bottom up at this moment. Ola was hit by the punch, and his whole head jerked upward, and he involuntarily staggered backwards.

Grim followed in silence, punching and kicking in a moment, and in a matter of seconds, he knocked Ora to the ground and couldn't get up, screaming.

"Today, it's time for you to taste a dislocated arm. Kersmund grabbed Orrah's right hand and was about to slam it down.

At this moment, a majestic voice came: "Bold boy, if you dare to break his hand, I will discount all the bones of your body in a moment!"

Kersmund followed the sound and saw a burly man striding out of the room. This person was familiar to Kersmer, and it seemed to be one of the fighters he had seen in the arena. Also, he looks a lot like Ola, or rather, Ola looks a lot like him. There is no doubt that he is none other than Ola's father, a regular fighter.

Kersmed's eyes looked at the man calmly, and his hands jerked. With a crisp sound of "Kara", Ola's screams rang out.

"Damn, boy, stop me!" how dare you do this to my son, you really don't know whether to live or die!" Ola's father shouted angrily.

Kersmund didn't look back, and walked away quickly, his old accounts had been settled, and of course he would not linger any longer. What's more, Ola's father is a grown man and a regular fighter, and Kersmod doesn't want to fight him because he is not sure of winning.

But Ola's father did not intend to stop there, so he chased after Minder with all his might, and stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Minder by the left shoulder, while shouting: "Boy who doesn't know whether to live or die, stay for me!"

Korsmod had no choice but to turn around and fight Ola's father, the regular fighter. Ola's father was much more robust and powerful than Ola, and his shots were faster and more ruthless. Kersmod didn't want to compete with him, and was relentlessly bullied by him, and then he was attacked mercilessly, so he was naturally in a passive position. After parrying a few times, Kersmoud was punched in the left shoulder by Ola's father, and took a few steps back under the force.

"Haha, boy, so you're just that, I thought you were such a great character!" Ola's father mocked.