The red-haired warrior said that a duel at the dinner table was not a round, but a real duel.

In the first round, than who eats more.

Fu Qinghai blinked, his Adam's apple squirmed up and down, trying hard to swallow the gummy flesh pieces that had accumulated in his throat, he could clearly feel that these gummy flesh pieces came to life, and small and sharp appendages grew in them, scratching Fu Qinghai's esophagus, and he clearly felt that there was a maggot-like object drilling, numb and itchy.

The medium-rare ant beef steak was unexpectedly activated.

Fu Qinghai couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the wine glass and poured a large sip of honey into it, the neurotoxin caused the activation of the ant beef to be temporarily suspended, raised a hand, and surrendered and admitted:

"I can't eat it."

"Shh......h

There was a boo around, and a group of burly little giants gathered around Fu Qinghai and the red-haired warriors to watch the scene of this Fenris-style duel.

The red-haired warrior's face turned red, he clenched his fist with one hand and pounded his chest hard, it took a long time to finally smooth the food, gasped twice, held up a huge belly, pointed at Fu Qinghai and laughed:

"Here, next round!"

In the second round, than who drank more.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai slammed the empty wine glass on the table, his head swayed, and he tried to raise his eyes to look at the red-haired soldier across the table.

He was also uncomfortable, his sideburns and chin were all loose and he was shaking his head vigorously, trying to sober himself up, like a drunken red-haired poodle.

Haha, he's dying.

Fu Qinghai raised his finger tremblingly, pointed at the red-haired soldier on the other side of the table, grinned, and wanted to say a few words of mockery, but his tongue was so swollen that he couldn't straighten it at all, and only let out a "uh-uh-uh" smirk.

Fu Qinghai's head was dizzy, and he thought to himself that if he went to take a urine test, he might not have a drop of urine in his bladder, and if he took blood for a test, all the blood vessels might be highly poisonous honey.

The space wolves on both sides all held their breath and carefully observed the two of them to see who would fall first.

Fu Qinghai's fingers resting on the table trembled slightly.

"Smack!"

Another frothy glass of mead was pushed in front of him.

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his wine glass and gestured to the red-haired warrior:

"With Er...... With the same sales, with the same sales...... Eternal ......"

Fu Qinghai's tongue was knotted, his eyes were drunk, and he muttered to himself, and before he finished reciting the stammering poem, the red-haired warrior directly raised his wine glass:

"!"

The two of them almost craned their necks together and gulped down the honey wine.

The space wolves on both sides all gathered over, staring at Fu Qinghai and the red-haired warrior's wine glasses with wide eyes, the liquid level in them was rapidly decreasing.

A hint of foam and golden wine spilled from the corner of Fu Qinghai's mouth, wetting his collar.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai, who was the first to finish drinking, put down the empty wine glass again.

"Hiccup~~~"

Then there was a heart-wrenching burp.

Fu Qinghai felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, as heavy as pressing a poison blade tank, and he struggled to prop up his eyelids and looked across the table.

In the picture in the field of vision, the figures are shaking, swaying left and right, he can clearly see the scraps of meat on the gray-white curly beard of the middle-aged soldier, and he can see the scar on the face of the Mohican-headed warrior, but his vision is never focused, the whole world is shaking, the battleship seems to be floating between the angry waves and waves of the abyssal sea, and the scene in front of him shakes out overlapping afterimages.

"Poof!"

Fu Qinghai fell from his seat.

He only felt a "bang" in his ear, one cheek made intimate contact with the cold floor, and the image in his eyes turned into a thick table leg.

"Boom!"

At this time, the red-haired warrior on the opposite side finished the wine in the cup and put the cup down.

Then, with a "poof", the red-haired warrior also fell forward in a daze, and his skull slammed on the table, smashing the plates on the table with a bang, and a messy red hair covered his face.

In the end, Fu Qinghai only remembered that he was dragged away by a group of space wolves.

According to other people's later recollections, Fu Qinghai was particularly unconvinced at the time.

When he was dragged out of the banquet hall by the arms of three or four space wolves, his limbs were still pushing and struggling, shouting "let me down", "I can still drink", "he cheats", "I didn't lose", "Lao Tzu wants to fight him alone"...... and so on.

……

In the third round, who can play more.

Finally, the two of them rested in their cabins for a whole night, recuperated and recovered, and ushered in the most important round of competition.

In the first two rounds, Fu Qinghai was defeated.

Fu Qinghai complained a lot about this result, but there was no way, the athlete and the referee were each other's people, what could he do.

Fu Qinghai was repairing in his personal cabin, sitting cross-legged on the ground, pranayama and meditating, adjusting his body to the best state, ready to give Ruth's wolf cubs some cruelty.

Meditation, a necessary ritual for white scars, not every khan can compose poems, but every khan can meditate, since the old man Hu Xian completed the awakening of the Force, meditation has become Fu Qinghai's special skill and cultivation method, not just the traditional ritual of Qiaoglis.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

There was a knock on the hatch.

Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes, his breath was retracted and released, and his gaze burst out like electricity.

Got up and opened the hatch, and outside stood a mortal servant, and three strong servants.

The mortal servant pointed to the heavy armor plate held in the hand of the servant slave, and said to Fu Qinghai:

"My lord, the steel priest has built the ceramic steel plastic steel composite armor shell according to your requirements, please accept it."

Fu Qinghai took the composite armor plate handed over by the servant and said:

"Thank you to Nagreve Blackmane on my behalf."

The Iron Priest is the technical sergeant of the Space Wolf, and the legions that pay more attention to traditional culture such as the Space Wolf and the White Scar will give their own troops and ranks some characteristic names, for example, the technical sergeant of the White Scar is also called the "Iron Khan".

The blue shell power armor seems to be in tatters, but in fact, the shell is damaged, the shell armor is originally a consumable, and the internal precision machinery and complex circuits are made of living metal, as long as the power backpack is not completely damaged and shut down, it can be automatically repaired, Fu Qinghai only needs to plug the shell on.

Fu Qinghai put a large pile of composite armor plates stacked together into his makeshift weapon room, turned around and said:

"Let's go, take me to the training cage."

"Nope."

A familiar voice came from outside the hatch.

The red-haired warrior, dressed in full power armor, walked over and said:

"Bring your own weapons, Aoyama, we don't need to train weapons, we're here with real knives and guns."

Fu Qinghai was stunned:

"Are you sure?"

The red-haired warrior smirked:

"I'm pretty sure this is the tradition of space wolves, don't worry, I'm in a measured position."

Fu Qinghai picked up his Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword and thought:

That's not what I'm letting you know.

……

"Boom, boom...... Boom! ”

Two chainsaw swords slashed together.

Sparks splashed everywhere, the noise was harsh, the sawtooth and the sawtooth were staggered, and the hook-like sharp teeth were tightly hooked together, and they couldn't move for a while.

The muscles of the two were tense, their eyes were round, and they both pressed down.

"Click", a tiny crack, has appeared on the chainsaw sword in the red-haired warrior's hand.

Fu Qinghai decided to speed up the process, and he slid his thumb to activate the high-frequency vibration mode.

The body of the Blue Fang sword shook slightly, "Bang! The red-haired warrior's chainsaw sword snapped in two.

Before he could react from his stunnedness, Fu Qinghai's sword tip had already touched his throat.

"You...... You sword......"

The red-haired warrior looked shocked.

"You asked me to take my own weapon."

Fu Qinghai said lightly, the implication of his words: You asked for it. After speaking, the chainsaw sword in his hand was retracted, the sawtooth strip and vibration mode were turned off, and he said:

"This game doesn't count, change the training weapon, let's fight in a dignified manner."

The red-haired warrior glanced at Fu Qinghai deeply and said:

"I have the impression that your shoulder armor has a paint painted with gears around your skull, which is the sign of Mars...... You're also a technical sergeant, right, Aoyama Company Commander? ”

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Yes." ”

"Something."

The red-haired warrior laughed:

"Then change the training weapon."

……

Among the eighteen Star Marine legions, the Space Wolves are undoubtedly very good at hand-to-hand combat, and even rely too much on melee hand-to-hand combat, and they have names such as "Emperor's Executioner" and "Punishment Legion".

As the most famous legion in the "Clover" legion, not only has it destroyed the Thousand Sons Legion and Prospero, but some people even suspect that the two nameless legions that disappeared are also related to the space wolf.

(Clover Legion: Most of the creation process of the Space Marine legion in a single army is public, for example, the predecessor of White Scar is called "Star Hunter", and the predecessor of Iron Hand is called "Stormwalker", but the creation process of three legions was deliberately concealed and covered up by the emperor, and the origin of the legion is unknown, namely Alpha, Space Wolf, and Salamander, and it is said that the positions of the three of them are: spy, gendarmerie, and black technology.) ）

The space wolf's genetic seed, while flawed, also endows them with more powerful bestial abilities, including a super-sensitive sense of hearing and smell, as well as an unparalleled ferocity during combat.

The red-haired warrior and Fu Qinghai, each holding a long sword, surrounded each other in the training cage, pacing slowly.

"You know what, Aoyama."

The red-haired warrior spoke suddenly.

"Some legions are designed for management, such as Ultramarines, some are designed for construction, such as Imperial Fist, and some are designed for research, such as Iron Hand and Salamander...... And only we space wolves, designed to kill, pure killing. ”

The red-haired warrior's eyes were fixed on Fu Qinghai's eyes, his steps were slow and steady, and he introduced word by word, his tone full of pride.

Fu Qinghai felt that he was locked by a pair of hungry and bloodthirsty wolf eyes, but he didn't panic at all, he casually held a sword flower, and the steps under his feet changed abruptly, becoming disorganized and intricate, and with a stab of the sword, he directly killed the red-haired warrior.

"Ding!"

The two swords clashed, and the shoulders of the two were pressed tightly together.

The red-haired warrior and Fu Qinghai were almost face to face, he glared at Fu Qinghai angrily, and roared angrily:

"So, White Scar, tell me what you're designed to do!"

Fu Qinghai slammed into the red-haired warrior with a fierce head mallet, but was dodged by the cunning old wolf who had expected it.

"Bang-"

The sparks spilled down, and the two separated.

Fu Qinghai Road:

"You'll find out soon."

After saying that, pounce again.

……

Space Wolves are worthy of being space Vikings, fighting with their superiors, berserkers per capita, but unlike the world-eaters with dead brains, there are cunning tricks hidden under the brutal exterior.

But what kind of person is Fu Qinghai (tactical backwards).

First of all, before his debut, he fought all over the invincible fighters of the Short Sword frigate, and aside from the battles between reincarnations, the first kill after his debut was to kill a company commander of the Whisperer and a Chaos Dreadnought Hellbeast.

Although it took a little trickery, a little bit.

Secondly, on the cruiser Sosaland, Fu Qinghai accepted the challenge of the Ultra Warrior trio in turn, and he also did not fall behind at all.

In the end, Fu Qinghai is still the closed disciple of Old Man Hu Xian, Street Fighter, Iron Fist, and VR Warrior...... In the arcade fighting universe, the fighting techniques of various mountain schools are fed to the fullest.

Wokotai sent Fu Qinghai to the Sosalan, and there was only one reason at the beginning - Fu Qinghai was very good in melee combat.

This kind of meeting between the two legions and exchanging martial arts skills is really normal, but what Wokotai expected, Fu Qinghai was provoked by the Ultramarines to fight, did not happen, and everyone learned from each other normally.

The Ultramarines are polite and educated, but in the rough and unruly space wolf, the expected provocation really happened.

There is no point in the battle of words, and the petty feud between the two legions will eventually fall into a duel.

Fu Qinghai defeated the red-haired warrior for the third time, switching to two weapons, the last time with his bare hands.

Fu Qinghai ignored the red-haired warrior lying on the floor hissing and gasping, and directly turned his head to look outside the training cage:

"Next."

Next!?

The space wolves watching outside the training cage were furious when they heard this.

Like a bunch of unbridled huskies, scrambling to squeeze into the training cage.

The second one was thrown away by Fu Qinghai.

The third was knocked out by Fu Qinghai.

The fourth was kicked over by Fu Qinghai.

The more Fu Qinghai fought, the more he felt, the combat experience of previous reincarnations did not leave a trace in his body, he felt that his combat skills were becoming more and more refined, and his combat consciousness was becoming more and more proficient.

"Stop!"

Facing the seventh space wolf space warrior who walked in, Fu Qinghai decisively clenched his fists and stopped.

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to the other party's expression, and turned around and walked out of the training cage directly.

"I'm tired, I'll fight again tomorrow."

…………

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