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The Faded are descended from warriors.

This sentence is not nonsense. In this world of fighting bloodlines, the most intuitive expression of bloodlines is whether they can fight.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Greg.Everyone knows that Lao Ge's family is pretty good at fighting, but when it was passed down to Greg's generation, he stretched his hips and became a shame for demigods. Kuang kowtowed to the "golden" big rune.

Therefore, faders are actually stronger than ordinary people, even if they start with a useless person, they are definitely not waste.

Zhao Si didn't know what profession he was and what he was good at.Now when he was fighting Bagram, he gradually grasped a strange feeling.

He couldn't see Bagram's moves clearly, but his skin felt tingling.The feeling of being pricked by needles made him instinctively seek advantages and avoid disadvantages to dodge.

Like flowing water, wherever Bagram's wooden sword "swipes", Zhao Si "flows" in that direction.

In the previous few rounds, Zhao Si had been deflated, and was often knocked to the ground by Bagram's wooden sword.But as the number of battles increased, Zhao Si found that his body was gradually getting used to Bagram's rhythm.

beat.The beat of the fight.

The battle of masters has its own rhythm, and the expression of this rhythm in the game is the energy bar.The player's combat action consumes energy bars, and factors such as different weapons and different attack methods encourage players to master the enemy's attack rhythm and figure out their own attack rhythm.

A random fight will only end disastrously.

In Zhao Si's eyes, there was no such thing as energy bar, but he gradually understood the truth.

"You seem to understand something." Bagram simply instructed, "Someone told me that fighting is like a dance, an art of mutual cooperation. I'm not interested in this, and I don't understand art either. "

While speaking, he slashed the sword again.

The wooden sword was blocked by Zhao Si's shield and pushed aside, causing the middle door of Bagram to open wide - the shield turned back.

Zhao Si didn't waste the opportunity, and stabbed straight with his sword, aiming at Bagram's throat.That's the weak area of ​​the armor. It's not in the game. Bagram's armor is solid, so you don't even need to think about its defense.

He was still missing a move, Bagram left uppercut, hit the blade of the straight sword from bottom to top, knocking the sword flying, and then kicked Zhao Si right in the middle of the abdomen, kicking Zhao Si. fell to the ground.

Zhao Si clutched his aching lower abdomen, gasping for air from the pain.His current state is sweating profusely, panting, and looking exhausted.

Seeing Zhao Si's state, Bagram put away his fighting stance: "Practice again tomorrow. If you pretend to be like this, you will not get any good results if you practice again, and you will get injured instead."

Zhao Si nodded, and stood up again after resting for a long time: "I do feel that my body is getting heavier and heavier, and my legs are like being filled with lead."

Bagram touched the wooden sword that was about to collapse. He had already destroyed five wooden swords before.Anyway, they are all two-finger things, so it doesn't hurt to use them at all.

"You are fighting me with your fighting instinct." Bagram directly said Zhao Si's fighting style.

Zhao Si was stunned for a moment: "You can see this?"

"Get to know a person first, and fighting is the most direct way." Bagram said, "If you see through my moves, you should respond more naturally and be able to counterattack more smoothly. But you are still clumsy. It’s okay to talk about it, but if you really fight, you will suffer a lot.”

"How to say?" Zhao Si eagerly wanted to hear more battle theories.

Bagram is not very good at preaching, so he did it directly.

Forward chop, simply lift the wooden sword over the head and chop down, aiming at Zhao Si's head.

Zhao Si did feel the tingling pain in his scalp, so he dodged to dodge. During this process, he could also counterattack with his sword.

But Bagram didn't give him this chance, but Mu Jian changed his moves following Zhao Si's movements, from frontal chops to oblique chops, chasing after Zhao Si.

In the end, the wooden sword rested on Zhao Si's neck.

"like this."

Bagram said it easily.

False tricks, tricks.

Zhao Si's pupils contracted and he was horrified.

——Speed ​​and Slow Knife, Delay Knife, Grab and Roll, right?

Bagram conveyed his ideas to Zhao Si with practical actions.

"Compared with combat skills, you may need courage more. The kind of courage that is either you die or I die." Bagram made a teaching summary at the end.

Simple words, like a shot in the arm, brought a burst of strength to Zhao Si.He nodded heavily, thanking the teacher for his recognition.

In the evening, after taking a bath, Zhao Si lay comfortably on the bed in the dormitory.The bed in the round table hall is quite comfortable, the single bed is big enough, and the mattress is moderately soft and hard.

On the contrary, Bagram decided to wear the armor to sleep, which meant that he hadn't completely put down his guard and trusted the round table hall.

It is said that fighting by force is prohibited, but if someone actually uses force, that is another matter.

It's not that Zhao Si is not guarded at all.He can clearly remember being invaded by two red spirits at the Great Blessing, which claims to prohibit fighting.

Lying on the bed, he repeatedly looked at the burn mark on his wrist, and felt that it seemed to be a little lighter, and it might be a psychological effect.

There are no more clues at present, and he plans to go to Gideon's room tomorrow morning to check.In my impression, the round table hall is like a library, with many books in it.Gideon was always in his room, not knowing what he was studying.

If you treat him as a librarian, you should be able to obtain useful information.

And he knows too little about this world, even if he has played the game, he still can't say he understands it.

Because the game is cryptic, many plots are hidden deep, and this is the second, and some other plots have not been mentioned at all.To use the metaphor of a novel author, it is to dig a hole without filling it, and rely on guesswork.

For the books in the round table hall, Zhao Si guessed that they should all be edited and edited in the Golden Age, and they probably all glorified the content to whitewash the peace.Enemies such as ancient dragons, giants, and the Eternal City should not be fully recorded.

He also had no hope for the history of this other world.

There are real gods here, as well as the "National Master" Zhitou, who knows what they will record.

Even so, the library is his current channel for learning more.

It's always good to know more.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep.I slept soundly, without dreaming.

When he woke up the next day, his whole body was sore, but he still made an appointment with Bagram to practice sparring in the afternoon.

After eating, he went to the second floor alone, looking for Gideon, and met Fei Ya who was sitting alone at the round table halfway.

"Morning." Zhao Si took the initiative to greet.

"Good morning." Fiya nodded lightly, a little surprised, as if she didn't expect someone to greet him proactively.

Zhao Si said: "I didn't see you at dinner just now, you are..."

"Ah, I had dinner before you guys. I was about to go back to the room." Fiya stood up as she spoke, and walked towards the room.

Zhao Si suddenly called her to stop: "There is a mirror in your room, right. I saw it yesterday."

Fei Ya felt strange: "Yes, there is a mirror."

"Can I use the mirror? There isn't one in the dormitory. I don't know why the two fingers didn't get a mirror." Zhao Si felt so embarrassed.

It is indeed strange to use the mirror for this reason to see your own appearance after time travel.

Fei Ya smiled slightly: "Of course, please come with me."