[You are too superstitious about your own abilities. You have to use them every time you take action, but please know that they are just tools and means to achieve victory, just like weapons or armor. ]

This is what that damned Marius said to Rolf when he stopped him one afternoon when they were still in Mindis Hall.

[I know that His Highness trusts you very much, and even more trusts the Star Lake Guards... This is an honor, but it is also a burden. Therefore, in order to prevent you from holding back and endangering His Highness, you must join the daily training of the Guards. No matter how they despise you, laugh at you and isolate you

...In addition, you must follow the plan I made and practice more every day. This is an order.】

[Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care or care about you. In fact, I don’t know you at all, and I don’t think His Highness’s belief in you is a wise decision, but since my job is to fill in the loopholes for his unwise decisions...]

[Are you not convinced? Well, I won’t bully you. The boy over there named Nixi is the most junior in the guard. If you challenge him one on one, if you win, you don’t have to obey this order.

,How about it?】

Damn terrifying blade.

Facing the enemy, Rolf touched the cold and hard lithium alloy prosthetic legs through his clothes.

This prosthetic leg was put on by him after they were defeated by the man in black.

They were completely different from the prosthetic limbs that he had built in a hurry and had been with him for many years for the purpose of walking.

[This pair of prosthetics - be careful, they are very heavy - were made according to the instructions of Captain Mallos. Although they are only Master Punk's test products, if you ask me, they are probably better than the pair of glasses given to the Grand Duchess.

Expensive... Of course, I also provided some small suggestions. After all, it was ordered in my... to be precise, it was ordered in the name of my fiancée. I, I don’t want to use the Casso family’s money...]

This is what the damn Wyatt Castle said when he came back from outside one day and pushed the big box in front of him.

Young Master Kasuo, who always likes to pretend to be hard-working, simple and bitter, but in fact has never experienced any hardship since he was a child, and all the worries he has is just for nothing. At that time, he took out a pen and paper and said seriously

.

[Here is the high-pressure gas bottle, this is the switch, this is the adjustment knob, and this bag is the replacement parts. Master Punk has told me not to disassemble it without permission, and you must report your experience to me regularly so that I can make improvements.

Upgrade... I suggest you start practicing tonight. After all, this thing is quite a test of your control...]

The three swordsmen are getting closer and closer.

It seems that they want to attack together to avoid being attacked like their companions.

Rolf found the knobs on his calf - if he still had them - and turned one of them on.

At that moment, Rolf's figure shook violently!

The air was compressed to the limit, and he used all his energy to control his powers, tightly pressing it into the four lithium alloy bottles of the two prosthetic limbs.

[Once the high-pressure gas cylinder is opened, most of your abilities will be spent on controlling the air pressure inside to restrain the air, so you can only fight with the most basic movements. Don't look at me, Chief Mallos said, this way

It can exercise your control. Only in this way can you use the air more efficiently at critical moments and surprise your opponents...]

Rolf was fully focused and did not dare to relax for a moment.

[You have to adjust your own gas volume and choose the timing. If you don't control it well, with this level of pressure, well, fractures are just a trivial matter...]

nonsense.

Rolf steadied himself and thought coldly.

If this could not be controlled well, I would have been suffocated, choked, and drowned in Hongfang Street eight years ago by my own blood!

Who is going to get this noble young master and that "fear of sharp blades" - these people who at least have two legs come to babble at him!

[So, Rolf, I suggest that you still use those old cold legs when walking. Bah, bah, I mean the old prosthetic legs... At the critical moment, well, I mean, unless, unless it is absolutely necessary, you will die if you don't fight hard.

When you die...]

Go to hell with your old cold legs.

Rolf stood up slowly but steadily. The air in the high-pressure bottle was only suppressed by his superpower, making him unable to express his desire.

"Now!"

Three enemies roared and rushed forward, three machetes coming from three directions at the same time!

This time, Rolf did not immediately resort to supernatural powers as before, but calmly observed the opponent's movements and turned around to avoid it.

Now, he is no longer the person he used to be.

He learned how to fight more efficiently, such as no longer wasting energy in blowing strong winds during the battle, such as no longer playing with the meaningless human kites...

Instead, it is necessary to reduce the scale and improve concentration and control, such as relying on local airflow with precision and subtlety, or to strengthen one's own attack, or to block the enemy's actions.

For example...

"Huhu——"

The wind sounded, brushing against the path of the three blades.

The wind is not strong, and people who are not in it can't even notice it. It can only deflect the blade that breaks the air a little.

But this is enough.

Rolf turned around just in time, and two blades passed over his body, one at a time, and one of them even cut open his clothes.

The third knife, because of this, was disconnected from the other two knives and became slightly slower.

At that moment, Rolf, who was among the three of them, gave a sharp look.

That’s it.

He kicked the ground and raised his legs, and his target was the third person!

The power moves at will, and the air in a high-pressure bottle pours out instantly, like a flash flood!

Swish.

Rolf's kicks instantly increased speed!

"boom!"

Amidst the chilling and huge impact, before the third swordsman could cut Rolf, he was hit in the armpit by the latter's kick. The whole person flew out in an exaggerated manner, crashed into the crowd, and bumped into each other one after another.

Three or four people fell.

But it's not over yet.

Rolf landed on his front foot, then spun around, and his other leg—to be precise, the prosthetic leg—swept back!

Swish.

Another high-pressure gas cylinder exploded instantly, using unparalleled air pressure to push his legs and hit the first swordsman fiercely!

"Boom--bang!"

The crisp sound of fractures sounded.

Before the first swordsman had time to scream, he flew up sideways and hit the second swordsman. The two flew out one after another and hit the wall!

"boom!"

Amidst the terrible impact, the warehouse shook, raising a lot of dust and cobwebs.

At this moment, two machetes clattered to the ground.

As for the initiator of all this - Rolf turned around in a circle, retracted his legs, landed on the ground, leaned down, and relieved his momentum.

Simple and neat.

Done in one go.

When the dust dispersed, everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, and then went into an uproar!

"Fuck——"

"Who is this person..."

"Is it a superpower?"

"Ending Swordsman! The power of ending!"

Nekra, Fogg, Duro... all the people who witnessed this scene became pale.

Most people only saw the three swordsmen working together to attack, but before they could reach their opponent, they were hit by a terrifying roundhouse kick and knocked away at the same time.

and……

Nekra looked at the cracks on the wall, and then looked at the three motionless swordsmen:

These swordsmen who were kicked did not even utter a cry after landing.

The red viper only felt a slight numbness on his scalp.

"His leg strength - it's too exaggerated." Gutierrez's eyes widened.

"Where did this guy come from?" Sangare subconsciously took a step back.

Beside Nekra, the puppeteer Ping frowned deeply, while Duumuna from the grassland drew out his scimitar and was eager to try it.

"Your brother...fuck you are a bit fierce." In the crowd, Tsimikas opened his mouth wide and pulled Glover's sleeve.

Glover nodded subconsciously.

He also didn't come back to his senses, he just looked at the trembling and shaking sign above his head in disbelief.

This mute...
To be continued...