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.

When Ola's father said this, Minded suddenly became angry, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart: Am I not sure about winning him, or have I never thought about winning him? This thought made Mindmer's heart beat faster, and the blood in his whole body suddenly boiled. Because he used to be able to stand on the edge of the arena and silently watch and learn the fighting skills of those fighters, over time, he subconsciously regarded those fighters as teachers-like predecessors, and regarded the old nun Marit, who could fight ten regular fighters at a time when she was young, as a high-ranking existence. Thinking that Marit was now so old and frail that she could still fight five regular fighters at once, Ksmed couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking that if she couldn't defeat the regular fighter in front of her today, it would be too embarrassing for Marit.

So, Kosmerd lifted his spirits and took the initiative to attack Ola's father. Ola's father could clearly sense the change in Kosmer - his sudden burning fighting spirit and desire to win, and, of course, his sharper shots. Ora's father did not dare to slack off, and immediately fought with all his might.

Soon, however, the regular fighter discovered the horror of Ksmerd. He had expected that Kosmerd would attack him and then take an impetuous and aggressive approach—he had seen too many young men like that. However, Kosmer was the complete opposite, and although his fighting spirit and desire to win were so strong, his style of play was extremely calm and calm, as if he already knew everything, including the outcome of this duel.

It was this calmness and firmness that made Ola's father feel terrible. It seemed that Kersmed had seen through his opponent, and knew every move he was about to use. It seemed that Minder was just waiting for a moment, a moment that could end this duel, and that moment, as if it were coming suddenly.

Ola's father felt that almost every time Kersmer struck, he could hit his weak spot unexpectedly, and while he was also attacking, if he hadn't reacted quickly and blocked or dodged in time, he might have been knocked down by Korsmer's blow. It can also be said that it was the judgment of Korsmod that was not very accurate, or the shot was not fast enough, so that the error occurred, giving Ola's father time to block or dodge.

Although Kosmer's multiple shots did not achieve the ultimate goal, they had disrupted the rhythm of this regular fighter's attack, and his style of play of advancing and retreating made it difficult for this regular fighter to adapt, which was a style of play he had never seen before - no blocking, no dodging, only attacking, and the pursuit was to rush ahead of the opponent with extremely fast shooting speed to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy with one blow. In this way, this regular fighter, who did not dare to fight with Kersmoed, soon fell into passivity, and gradually fell into a stagger, only parrying and dodging, and almost no return fire.

Ola's father suddenly felt that Korsmod was actually practicing with him in mind, making his style of play mature and seemingly trying to break through some kind of limit. He's trying, and he's going to succeed eventually, and it seems like it's just a matter of time. This kind of thinking made this regular fighter, who had made martial arts a daily routine, suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, as if he was gradually being controlled by the other party, and he was bound to lose in the end. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and even re-experienced the nervousness, unease, and fear he had when he first fought someone. He gradually felt overwhelmed after dealing with one surprise attack after another by Kosmer.

When Ola's father was knocked to the ground by a blow from Kersmer, the first reaction of the regular fighter was: It's finally over! He secretly breathed a sigh of relief before he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"It was your son who provoked me first, and I just taught him a lesson for you so that he could learn some necessary etiquette. Now that the old accounts have been settled, I hope you will learn your lesson. Kersmud coldly dropped this sentence and walked away without looking back, leaving behind the father and son who had fallen to the ground and could not get up, and Tema, who was stunned by the side.

When Germund returned to the orphanage, the first thing he did was to go to Marit and share with her the joy of his victory and the excitement of unexpectedly breaking through the bottleneck. However, Marit is not in the orphanage. After asking a few priests and nuns, Korsmud finally found Marit on the top floor of the convent's church tower, leaning against a window and looking into the distance.

Ksmund crept up behind her and looked out the window as well. Through this window, he could see the landscape of the small half of the car, and he could also look out at the end of the dense houses, a sea connected to the clear sky, as blue as a dream. Looksmerd glanced at Marit from behind, and saw that she was staring intently at where the water was, motionless. Instead of bothering her, Kersmoud turned his gaze to the distant waters.

"What are you looking at, kid?" asked Maritt faintly, having already noticed the arrival of Cosmod.

Seemer replied, "Look at what you see." ”

"How do you know what I'm looking at?" asked Maritt, turning to look at Kersmode, smiling.

"Of course I do!"

"Kid, sometimes, you can't be too confident!haha, after half a year in the little dark room, you finally couldn't help it and ran out to fight again?"

"That's right!" replied Ekmerd excitedly, "I not only defeated Ola today, but also his father, the regular fighter!

"Haha, kid, seeing you so excited, I thought you won the championship! It turned out that you just defeated a regular fighter and broke through a small bottleneck, kid, you still have a long way to go, don't get carried away, and train steadily!" Marit admonished.

"Well, I'm going to keep working hard and win the championship one day!" said Kosmoed, firmly.

"Actually, there is nothing remarkable about a competitive champion! Remember, child, that your worst enemy is always yourself!" said Marit, who suddenly coughed violently, as if from agitation.

"What's wrong with you, Maritt? Are you sick?" asked Kersmund as he stepped forward with concern.

Marit waved her hand at Kersmod to signal that she was okay, then turned around and looked out the window again, and after a while, she said slowly, "If I had a grandson or granddaughter, I would probably be your age now, right?"

"What?" said Kersmed, "who are your sons and daughters, Marit, and who is your husband? Do they know you're here?"

"When they died, they all went to heaven or hell, but I am the only one who lives, living in this cape. Marit replied, her tone filled with endless sadness.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew in through the window, bringing a wave of turmoil between heaven and earth, perhaps mixed with the smell of the sea......

The winter of the fifteenth year when Germund was fifteen years old was particularly cold, and the old and frail Marit, who could not survive that winter, passed away like many old people and went to a warm paradise.

At Marit's funeral, Kersmer was not the only one who wept, but Kersmer was the one who cried the saddest. In the eyes of Mindman, Marit was his only relative, so when this loved one passed away in his life, the pain he suffered was incomprehensible to others, let alone incomprehensible.

On her deathbed, Marit called Ksmerd to the bed, and then, with her pale and withered hands, she placed a black pendant in the shape of a cross into his hand, and said to him with a smile: "Thank you, child, for your stubbornness and determination, which have given me hope. And your eyes have always been so straightforward and kind, this is because you have an honest and brave heart, I hope you can keep it all the time, don't let it be polluted and distorted. I'll leave this thing to you, it's better than burying it for me. May it bring you good luck, or, when you need the dinar urgently, you can sell it, because this thing is quite valuable, and the material is pure natural obsidian. ”

Kersmund wanted to say that he would never sell it, but he couldn't weep anymore, he couldn't speak, he could only shake his head vigorously.

"If you have the opportunity to see Xie Rena in the future, help me give her a message and tell her: In fact, I didn't think she was my student before I broke with her. Because I have long regarded her as my daughter, I will always have a place in my heart for her, like a mother who always has her door open for her children. And you, child, I have always treated you like a grandson. I regret that I couldn't teach you how to ride a horse, you must learn to ride a horse in the future, good riding skills and a good horse can make you stronger! I haven't ridden a horse for a long time, but I forget how long it was, let me do the math. Marit said calmly.

Germund nodded vigorously, wiping tears from his eyes, and waited for Marit to tell her how long it had been since she had ridden. However, this is forever. Marit, while Ksmerd was waiting, had passed away.