"Alan! I'm rooting you to make a deal with Instructor Carter! ”

Kelly said to her brother happily.

"It's rare that you are so sensible, and you made me a bottle of perfume with your own hands, which is very moving! Come over here and give my sister a kiss! ”

With that, she stretched out her arms to her brother, pursed her mouth, and made a gesture of hugging Alan and kissing her cheek.

The girl's full breasts and pursed lips combine the two beautiful qualities of "sexy" and "innocence", which should be diametrically opposed, into a natural blend.

Alan inexplicably remembered the experience in meditation, and couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly avoided his sister's burning gaze.

"Don't make a fuss, Kelly! I'm not a kid anymore! ”

"......Shh It's obviously a little brat, what are you pretending to be! ”

Kelly pursed her lips disdainfully, reached over and kneaded her brother's face unscrupulously before letting him go with satisfaction.

"Stinky brother! I still want two bottles of this perfume! ”

"As for the wine, you can go to Daddy and get it yourself!"

……

Two weeks later.

Weekend afternoons.

The campus is silent, empty.

The autumn wind blows, and the withered yellow leaves roll on the ground.

In the gymnasium, a sturdy young man with a tiger's back is sweating like rain and honing his martial arts.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Shirtless, Allen skillfully punched the sandbags with a muffled sound.

It's like a rhythmic drumbeat.

Instructor Carter's special sandbag with twice the thickness of the leather.

Half of the leather bag was filled with iron sand, and half was soybeans.

"Ha-hey!!"

Alan followed Instructor Carter's instructions, exhaled his hips, and threw a punch forward!

The magic power was transformed into a supernatural energy that traveled forward along the arm.

The arm muscles expanded and contracted violently, like rolling waves, advancing layer by layer!

The muscles swelled abruptly, like a bronzed mountain.

The sweat that had been adsorbed on the skin was bounced up by the muscles that had been rapidly deformed.

Beads of sweat splashed and shredded.

Illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window, it turned into a neon bend.

All the energy finally gathered into a fist, injected into the sandbag, and exploded violently.

Burst!!

A fist the size of a sand bowl slammed into the sandbag.

The sandbag, which had been hit by a strong impact, swung backwards abruptly.

Fly to an angle almost parallel to the ground before dissolving the punch and accelerating the swing.

Alan steadied his horse, his eyes like electricity, staring at the sandbag.

Until the sandbag was about to touch the tip of his nose.

With a shake of his shoulder, the figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air!

The sandbag passed through the afterimage that Eren had left in place, and continued to swing unhindered.

At the same time, Allen had panned three meters away.

Exhaling slowly, Alan nodded in satisfaction.

Half a month of hard cultivation was not in vain.

The "hound step" just now makes it just right.

Hound Pace, Tier 1 Magic Wizard Martial Arts.

Consumes 1 mana when activated, and can move up to 3 meters at the maximum speed that your body can withstand.

When Eren used this trick, the speed was already beyond the limits of human visual capture.

It looks like teleportation!

Two hours of high-intensity martial arts training to exhaust physical strength and magic power.

Alan calmed his rapid breath and unfastened the sandbag.

In the leather bag, there is also a small leather bag.

The soybeans between the two layers of leather, most of them are crushed into powder.

Alan untied the small leather pouch and looked down.

The soybeans contained in it were also crushed by nearly a third.

Inside the small pouch, there is an even smaller pouch.

Open and pour out the soybeans inside.

Only one-sixth of the beans are completely broken.

The rest of the beans are generally intact.

This kind of nesting doll-like sandbag is also specially made by Instructor Carter, specially used to practice "penetrating bones".

The Tier 1 martial art "Penetrating Bone Strength" consumes 1 point of mana and continuously strengthens the power of fists and feet for 1 minute.

During this time, the punch automatically penetrates the armor and acts directly on the enemy's body, causing internal damage.

When activating "Bone Penetration", the more magic power is infused, the better the armor-piercing effect will be.

Spend 1 mana, penetrate level 1 armor, and so on.

This martial art is best used against heavily armored enemies.

Or monsters with natural armor such as scales, turtle shells, and spongy tissue.

The nesting doll sandbag is designed to test the ability of "penetrating the bones".

Allen's fist strength can crush the soybeans hidden in the core of the sandbag through the three layers of leather and the sand particles used as a medium, which is the embodiment of the success of the cultivation of "penetrating bone strength".

This punch hit ordinary people.

There is only one bruise on the surface of the skin, and it does not look serious.

But the internal organs and bones have been hit hard unconsciously.

When you return home, you won't live for more than three days, and you'll vomit blood and die!

The power of "Penetrating Strength" and "Hound Pace" greatly exceeded Alan's expectations.

That good bottle of wine for Instructor Carter, good value for money!

It's just a first-order magic guide martial art, it has such a strong power, how strong is a higher-level martial art?

Alan couldn't imagine it.

Half a month of hard practice of martial arts, the biggest gain, is actually reflected in the mentality.

Now, Eren no longer struggled with not being able to awaken the spell.

The ogre bloodline is indeed not good at casting spells.

But in terms of martial arts, he has a unique talent!

In fact, this is the cost of the "violent warlock" to eat.

Ogre, Minotaur, Centaur, Orc......

The reason why this kind of violent flow warlock bloodline has continued to this day has not been eliminated by the spell-casting bloodline, all depends on martial arts expertise.

Alan clenched his fists, and the thick joints clicked.

He is confident that with this pair of iron fists, he will fight for his own piece of the world!

After taking a shower in the gymnasium bathroom, Alan put on his school uniform and walked home with his arms open.

The late autumn wind blows in the face and is exceptionally cool.

The teenager's short wet linen hair reflects a brilliant halo.

Pedestrians on the road, especially the young woman and the little girl, couldn't help but glance at the chest of the tall and strong young man the moment they passed by.

Strong pectoral muscles, which impressed them.

As soon as he arrived at the door of his tavern, Alan stopped.

Frowning slightly.

There was a quarrel in the tavern.

He touched the side pocket of his satchel.

The dagger is still there, and so is the lime bag.

The lime is also mixed with highly toxic condiments.

Alan pushed open the door and walked unhurriedly into the tavern.

A man dressed as an adventurer, dressed in leather armor and wearing a horned helmet, his drunken eyes were red, and he was slapping the table and roaring.

Alan hadn't seen this person, so he should have come from out of town.

I hope it's not the kidnappers sent by the "Wonder Circus" to find fault.

There was a group of regulars watching the excitement around, most of them angry, accusing the drunk of being a hooligan and shameless.

Dad smiled wryly and was apologizing to the drunk man with swollen cheeks.

Kelly stood behind her father, her hands clutching her apron, her pretty face could not hide her anger.

What's going on?

Alan didn't have to ask to know.

It must have been the drunkard who was going crazy with alcohol and trying to flirt with Kelly.

As a result, the grumpy Kelly slapped her backhand, and half of her cheeks were swollen like a pig's head.