"Hehe... Ha ha... Hahaha~!" Deolan in the field suddenly laughed inexplicably, "You know? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Messenger?" Viss frowned, but asked instead, "Magic items?"

"Yes. ”

"Amazing, amazing. Viss faintly complimented, and added, "Well, I know you're expecting me to ask: What did your boss tell you? ”

"Haha! empathetic girl!" Deoulan gave Vies a thumbs up, followed by a grinning and threatening grin, "then I'll tell you that my boss wants me to: let go, put aside your worries, and do my best to knock you down as quickly as possible!" and ...... Wounded, disabled, don't, discarded!--do you know how happy that last sentence makes me?"

Weiss raised an eyebrow and replied, "Very good threat." ”

"Haha! Are you scared?" Deoulan laughed, "I promise! I will strictly follow the boss's orders later! Disability aside! However, before that, I am still willing to give you another chance! If you don't want to be disfigured or something, hmph, quickly put down my arms and raise my hands to surrender!"

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Viche chuckled, "although my master didn't let me pass the word, I knew that he standing on the sidelines must have hoped that I would knock you down as soon as possible, and now he was probably full of boredom but pretending to be casual on the surface, and he was thinking to himself: My eldest lady, have you had enough, is it time to start thinking about victory?"

When De Oulan heard this, he was happy and angry: "Knock me down as soon as possible?

"Naturally, it's something taught by my master," Weiss shook her head gently, the smile on the corner of her mouth became thicker and deeper, but it was all self-deprecation, "Heh, I've been deliberately avoiding using ...... before" She raised her head, met the other party's already unkind face, and said calmly: "Because I'm willful, I insist on measuring myself. A real legendary powerhouse with fame and strength, I want to know what level my true strength is, and I want to know how big the gap between myself and a legendary powerhouse like you is......"

Deoulan snorted: "So, do you know? Clear? Despair, do you know how to give up?"

Weiss raised the sword and shield in her hand and put on a strict posture again, but this time it was no longer a defensive posture, but an offensive posture, and the attitude was self-evident: "I know, I know, the goal has been achieved, so, it's time to end the nonsense, you can't be willful anymore, you have to start thinking about victory, I have to defeat you as soon as possible." ”

"Hah!" Deoulan laughed angrily, his chest was full, and he had no desire to speak, raised his heavy sword, rushed forward, and shouted angrily: "Then come!"

Oh~~!

The audience, who had been paying attention, exclaimed for this sudden second collision.

Deolan rushed forward, and Weiss also rushed forward, almost in the blink of an eye, and the two met halfway, Deoulan's was a top-down heavy split, and Weiss was a flat (oblique) diagonal stroke like a sweep.

When-

Oh~~!

The audience exclaimed again, because they saw that it was Deolan who had been in a clear upper hand before and was slightly knocked back after the collision!

With a successful blow, Weiss followed closely, stepping on the pace, spinning her body, and driving the sword and shield in her hand to swing several diagonal strokes that looked similar to the first move. Deoulan, who did not believe in evil, once again made a hard connection with his own heavy split, but he was strongly shocked back one after another, rubbing and rubbing, and he involuntarily retreated a few steps, and the steps under his feet were actually bigger and bigger, and the more he retreated, the more urgent he became.

Hell yes!

De Oulan, who had suffered enough, no longer dared to reluctantly take it, and turned to dodge and retreat to avoid its edge, and of course, there must be a careful observation of its doorway to find flaws, as a strong and experienced warrior, he never lacked this bit of combat wisdom.

Retreat, retreat, retreat, dodge three moves in a row, and the last big stride retreated, opening up a little distance, before standing firmly, frowning, De Oran said to Weiss, who was also temporarily resting: "Water flow?"

Weiss raised her eyebrows, a little surprised: "Not bad." ”

Deoulans continued, "Utilize the power of repeated whirlwinds to simulate the rush of water, a good idea! Make the most of the heavy weight of your pair of swords and shields! When the staggering weight of a thousand pounds rolls like a stream of water, nothing can stand in its way." ”

Vess pursed her lips and replied, "Exactly." ”

"Turning like a windmill so many times, isn't your head dizzy?"

"You have your own pace, you don't get dizzy. ”

"After colliding so many times in a row, the force of the shock is so huge, aren't your hands sore?"

"I have my own technique, not sour. ”

Nodding, De Oulan praised: "It must be an extremely clever set of combat skills." But I would say that skill alone is not enough!"

As soon as the words fell, Deoulan rushed out again, straight like a beast.

And Weiss didn't move, didn't move under her feet.

But she raised her shield-holding left arm, pulled away and shook it hard-

Hum~!-Bang~~!

The heavy mountain shield flew out and slammed into Deoulan, who was too castrated to avoid it, and the latter immediately flew backwards involuntarily like a pin, like a pinned hit by a bowling ball, and screamed in pain, flying far away, falling to the ground in embarrassment, and with all fours facing the sky. The shield, which was also swung apart by the collision, flew in a graceful arc in the air, and flew steadily back into the hands of its master.

Visvin put away her shield: "Yes, skill alone is not enough, you need strength, you need brains, you need experience, you need equipment-what else? ”

Deoulan, who was struggling to get up from the ground, couldn't help but be in a trance when he heard this: No! According to the script, the dialogue of this routine should have been my line! After saying this, I should enter the mode of pretending to be forced, and even if I was slapped in the face, it would be a matter of the future--Hey! How did you do it? Why did you skip this paragraph? Delete the scene? Can't! We don't have many scenes!

A mouthful of blood couldn't help but overflow from his mouth, and a shallow but equally shocking dent fell on his breastplate, but the injury on his body was no more devastating than Weiss's words, and hearing the latter's words, Deoulan wanted to go crazy.

"You forced me. Deoulan stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood, "Lao Tzu doesn't care if it hurts you or kills you now......"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm coming. ”

......

......

Sidelines.

"Interesting. Ferreira focused on the field, "a unique little technique." ”

"Pretty ingenious, isn't it?" said Bremer.

"Yes, it's ingenious, but it's not enough!" Ferreira snorted, "If she were a little stronger, she might be able to pose a threat to De Oran with this skill, but now, it's not enough, it's far from it!

"Well, I'd say, that's ...... I'm too," Bremmer shrugged innocently.

In the box.

"This is the so-called special training?" said Frank with a surprised voice, "it looks like it's very powerful......

"Yes! Suppressed Deoulan!" Thiago chimed in.

"It's a bit of a doorway!" Derotan agreed, but immediately changed his tune, "It's just ......"

"Just what?" asked Frank and Tiago Qizizi.

"It's just that this alone won't be enough to defeat De Oran!" Derotan frowned and stroked his beard.

"Ahh

"I'm sure. ”

"......" The two looked at each other, worried, but they didn't know what to say.

"That ......" Lotch glanced left and right, and interjected softly, "As far as I can see, most of Weis's special training doesn't seem to be like this......"

......

......

The situation in the field soon changed to what most people with intentions thought, and once again, De Oran firmly suppressed Weiss.

This is not surprising.

"How do you feel? discouraged, disappointed?" Deoulan shifted his bearings, swung his heavy sword, and spewed taunts, "I'm used to your weird technique!"

With a swirl of her body, Weiss struck another whirling slash, but as expected, she missed, and had to turn around and take another blow from the opponent with her shield, and finally staggered back two steps: "I know." ”

"You know, you know, you know how clumsy, dull, rigid, and powerless this exquisite skill is in your hands?" Deoulan laughed wildly, "Yes! This skill is very good, but you can't use its true power! You are weak! You are incompetent! You are only a mid-level swordsman!"

"I know. Vess flew out of her shield again, trying to push back De Oran, "I know what you're saying. ”

"Now that you know," De Oran hurriedly turned sideways, dodging the swift shield, and then continued to walk forward, brandishing his heavy sword, and slashing hard, "so what are you doing here with a dead face? Do you want to make a fool of yourself? Do you want to get hurt? Do you want to die? or—do you want to show that senseless loyalty and heroism like that fool just now?"

Weiss looked cold: "I'm waiting!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for that chance to take you down!"

"Hah! Still delusional about this! Ridiculous!"

"Don't laugh, it's coming!"

Deoulan suddenly heard a dull "buzzing" sound behind him, and knew something was wrong, and almost instantly thought of what would be coming from behind-

"That shield! can still attack when you turn back? Damn! It's calculated!"

Hurriedly turned sideways again, he could only turn sideways, wearing heavy armor and couldn't do dodging actions such as lowering his waist and leaning over, fortunately, the speed of the shield turning back was not as fast as when it was shot, which left him a little time to adjust, so although he was embarrassed, he still flashed by.

At this time, Weiss had taken advantage of her strength to use her old body to trap and lock and could not dodge, and she rushed up again, another whirlwind, and another flat diagonal split!

"Tsk! it's another trick!"

Deoulan steadied himself, grabbed his heavy sword, and exerted his strength - there was no way to dodge, so he was ready to slash hard!

"Naive!Don't think I dare not go head-to-head with you!!"

While!

It seems that the exaggerated collision can be heard from far away in the audience.

As exaggerated as the voices are the movements of the two.

It was as if De Oulan was mentally and physically prepared, he was still shocked by the intensity of this collision, the other party's oblique slash this time was stronger than any previous one, and if he had to compare, he was afraid that it was several times higher!

This sword was not swung out, but thrown! It was Vess who threw out the heavy mountain sword with the force of the whirlwind!

"No wonder it's so powerful! No wonder it's so heavy!"

"But so what? you don't have any weapons!—huh?"

But I saw that Weiss grabbed the shield that happened to turn back and smashed it at him! It was a ferocious smash that came out of his hand! It was not his empty body that smashed into it, but a two-handed heavy sword in the control of his sour hands!

"What does she want to do?"

While!

The shield slammed into the heavy sword, and De Oulan was once again staggered by the powerful force, and his body fell back sharply, his hands became more and more sore, and he could barely grasp the heavy sword, and he was about to get out of his hand!

......

......

Sidelines.

Ferreira's eyes widened and he suddenly shouted, "It's weird!"

The other side.

As if suddenly relieved, Ye Guyun quickly pulled the corners of his mouth, and a smile was instantly released on his face, shaking his head while laughing, and under the gaze of Leite's strange eyes, he walked back indoors briskly: "Heh, this wayward eldest lady~! I really can't do anything about her! I also changed my routine by myself, fortunately, I didn't get rid of it~! Forget it, it's over~!"

In the box.

The group climbed the railing and watched nervously into the field.

One of them, Lotchi, suddenly shouted, "Ahhh

......

......

"She wants to unload my weapon!"

Deolan couldn't figure out Weiss's true purpose, but the most direct intention on the surface could be easily discerned.

Even so, she must not be allowed to succeed.

He began to swing his body, he let go of one hand, and in the most natural position, he lay back with the force of the shock, even if he fell, not letting the heavy sword take off his fingertips.

It's just-

At this moment, Weiss stepped on a series of strange steps that felt slightly familiar, and rushed towards him quickly!

With bare hands!

"It's ......"

"Not good!"

Deoulan suddenly remembered where this inexplicable familiarity came from! It was a fist that a man had performed so many times in a given night!

What's that called? Yong, Rong, Yong?...... Hell knows what it's called!

At the same time, Deoulan also had an epiphany about why Weiss, who was a swordsman, didn't even wear armor today—all for that boxing skill!

Immediately, Viss approached De Oran's side, close at a moment's notice, and the sound could be heard, and De Oran could even clearly see a trace of excitement flowing in the eyes of the face that had always been calm and indifferent!

Immediately, Deoulan felt the soft underbelly of the inner upper arm of the sword-wielding hand suffer all the violent force! The already numb hand suddenly lost sensation, and the sword in his hand immediately fell out without control.

Then, each shoulder was punched hard!

Then the chest, waist, hips, lower abdomen, and back to the chest......

It's continuous, like a storm!

That's Wing Chun's signature serial punch!

Bang bang......

Dense, short, uncatchable, uncountable!

Wing Chun vs. Warriors?

Inch fist heavy armor?

If it is a boxer with only a pair of fleshy palms, it must be crazy to dare to do this.

If this boxer wears a pair of fine gloves that provide enough protection, can throw enough heavy punches, and has mastered the mastery of armor penetration, he might as well give it a try.

If this fighter is a little more powerful and can unleash a punch like a warhammer, then it will be the turn of the heavily armored fighter to start having a headache.

If...... If only this boxer could deliver a punch with every blow that carried the power of a huge, heavy, thousand-pound mammoth with ease......