The light from the coral groves ripples on the sea floor, illuminating the road ahead.
The leader of the caravan, Old Brown Scales, is walking side by side with the old woman, the mayor of the town, the fishman shaman.
"It's been two days. How is Ben Bo?" The murloc shaman, who was covered with fish whiskers and had a hunched back, asked as he walked forward with a cane in hand.
“Oh, he is currently practicing the Red Scale Dance.” Old Brown Scale smiled.
The old fish-man shaman woman glanced at Old Brown Scales in surprise: "You actually taught him your bottom-of-the-box fighting skills so easily?"
“I think you taught Sauerkraut this fighting skill for six years before you taught him this fighting skill. And before you taught him, you also set up a difficult test.”
“In order to complete the test, Sauerkraut went through a lot of hardships and came back from serious injuries many times. I had to treat him to save his life.”
Old Brown Scales nodded: "This sword skill is very precious. Without setting up a test, how can we make Sauerkraut know how to cherish it?"
“Of course, the more important reason is that this knife skill itself has great flaws.”
“It comes from a fire element elder. He is a fire element druid who explores all over the world. Once he was in trouble while exploring a submarine volcano, and was accidentally rescued by my ancestor.”
“In order to repay my ancestor’s life-saving grace, this druid taught him this sword skill.”
“Of course, this sword skill is suitable for the fire element, but not for us fishmen.”
“My family has practiced this sword skill from generation to generation and slowly improved it, so that I have the red scale dance that I have mastered now.”
“Although Red Scale Flurry has been improved by so many generations of murlocs, it still has many drawbacks.”
"Once maintained for a little longer, the temperature of the user's whole body will rise sharply. If the user does not stop in time and insists on continuing to use it, the user's blood will boil and be cooked by this knife skill. By then, the fish scales all over the body will be roasted.
red."
“In the later stages of using this sword skill, the user’s muscles, bones, and brain are all affected by high heat, causing our movements to drastically deform. If we originally thought of swinging the sword straight, in reality the attack route will become very distorted.”
“Because of these two points, it is called the Red Scale Dance.”
Hearing Old Brown Scale's detailed and candid explanation, the fish-man shaman suddenly realized: "No wonder you set up such a test for Sauerkraut in the first place. It turned out that you wanted to use the test to train Sauerkraut's ability and give him the strength to do it.
Overcome the shortcomings of red scale dancing."
Old Brown Lin laughed: "Yes, it is very difficult to practice such sword skills."
“It takes at least two or three months to master running around. I think it took me a month and a half.”
“Currently, he is doing basic exercises, using a knife to chop rocks on the seabed.”
“In fact, this training content will be used throughout the entire training of sword skills. Even I will chop rocks for a while to maintain my level every once in a while.”
“We’re almost there.”
Many seafloor rocks appeared ahead.
The rocks are mostly yellow, occasionally dotted with white rocks.
This is an underwater stone field not far from the fishman village.
For the murlocs, this is a very important resource point in this area. Because the tools that murlocs use daily are basically stone tools. Even the weapons and equipment are mostly made of stone tools.
The light in the stone field is dim, and there are not many coral bushes as light sources.
The water flow is gentle and there are few turbulent undersea currents.
The fishman shaman and Old Brownscale walked into the stone field.
The fish-man shaman’s dim old eyes looked at the ground and found two pairs of fish-man footprints: “Is the pickled cabbage here too?”
Old Brown Scale smiled and said: "I asked Sauerkraut to come here specially to demonstrate Red Scale's flurry of knife skills to Ben Bo, but I told Sauerkraut not to give any guidance other than that."
The fishman shaman was stunned for a moment and then chuckled: "As expected of you, old brown scales."
She understood the beauty of this move after a little taste.
On the one hand, it shows Ben Bo the powerful power of the red scale flurry of sword skills after practicing them proficiently, which strongly attracts Ben Bo to continue learning.
Secondly, when Ben Bo was practicing, he deliberately showed a more powerful attack effect, so that he and Sauerkraut were in sharp contrast. There is a gap in the comparison. This will make Ben Bo bow his head and choose to ask the old brown scales for advice.
The third aspect: Didn’t Ben Bo rush to fight and defeat Sauerkraut in the challenge? At this time, Sauerkraut showed his strength, which made Ben Bo stop looking down on him and undermine his arrogance as a winner, so that Sauerkraut could manage him in the future.
After being praised by the fish-man shaman, Old Brown Scales sighed deeply: "Oh, I'm old. I hope to do more things for the town while I'm still alive. If Ben Bo stays in the town, our town's
There is one more black iron fighter."
“He also learned my fighting skills. When Sauerkraut inherits my mantle and position in the future, he will be able to serve as Sauerkraut’s deputy and help him share the pressure.”
Hand in, I’m currently using the Zhuishu app to cache reading and read aloud offline!
“But it’s a pity that these two people are not of the same blood, and at most they are just a black iron. If there had been a silver-level fighter in our town back then, he would not have been suppressed by the knife fin..."
“Forget it, there’s no need to mention the past.” The fish-man shaman interrupted Old Brown Scales with a sigh.
The two of them went deep into the stone field.
A stone with several knife marks on its surface caught their eyes.
The two of them stopped to watch, and Old Brown Lin laughed: "This must have been hacked by Ben Bo. Look, there are only five knife marks on the stone."
“He didn’t make the sixth slash, and for the first time he felt the difficulty of this sword skill.”
"It's difficult for beginners to maintain the red-scaled dance, because it requires a lot of distractions. On the one hand, it maintains the movement of fighting energy, and on the other hand, it controls the trajectory of one's sword. The movement route of fighting energy is very complicated, and one must practice a lot until it becomes instinctive.
, so that you can perform Red Scale Flurry for a long time."
There was a hint of pride in Old Brown Lin's tone.
Touching the knife marks on the surface of the stone, he recalled: "I think back when I first learned it, I worked hard and stayed up for three days and three nights, and then I was able to leave more than ten knife marks on the stone at one time."
The two of them continued to move forward.
Stones carved with knife marks are the best guide signs.
After passing a dozen of these stones, Old Brown Scales’ expression changed and he let out a sigh.
The old fishman shaman looked closely and saw that the number of knife marks on the stone exceeded ten, rising to fifteen.
Old brown scales are a little embarrassed.
“Haha, it seems that Ben Bo is really talented.”
“My vision is right.”
“I’m very pleased that he got started so quickly.”
“However, the hard part is yet to come.”
“To truly master it, you must be able to split the stone with every stroke of your knife.”
"I think it took me seven days to achieve this point. But this result is already very good, and my father praised me very much."
“Running around leaves only knife marks, it’s much worse.”
Old Brown Scales shook his head.
The two of them walked for a while, and the old brown scale's expression changed obviously.
He found the huge stone that had been split apart.
Pieces of gravel, obviously chopped off by knives, were scattered around the boulder.
"This?!" Old Brown Lin identified in surprise. From the cut side of the gravel, he could deduce the trajectory of the knife hand. This was obviously not a sauerkraut knife. The trajectory of the knife was consistent with the previous knife marks.
Could it be that running around can actually split stones?
“Oh my god, how long has it been?” Old Brown Scales exclaimed in his heart.
The old fish-man shaman looked at him with a smile: "This must have been split by Ben Bo, right? Most of this stone has not been split. I know that pickled cabbage can split the entire stone into small pieces.
.”
Old Brown Scales coughed twice: "Yes, yes, this trip is a bit beyond my expectation."
“He has mastered this knife skill and is faster than me.”
“But it’s not a big deal. He hasn’t broken my grandpa’s grandpa’s record yet.”
Old Brown Scales worked hard to maintain the dignity of his predecessors.
He smiled and pointed at the stone that had been chopped in half: "He must have lost control if he didn't continue chopping. You see, the last few times he used the knife, although the power became stronger and stronger, the direction has drifted.
This shows that he can’t control Ben Bo.”
“Although he has initially mastered this sword skill, he also feels the biggest difficulty in practicing this sword skill.”
“Hahaha, even though I wasn’t here at the time, I can still imagine this guy frowning and thinking hard.”
“Next, he will definitely not be able to help but ask Sauerkraut for advice.”
“Sauerkraut will show off and truly master the red-scale sword dance skills.”
“He will feel the difference. At the same time, he will be very happy. Fortunately, he succeeded in attacking and did not let the sauerkraut really come into play.”
The two old fishmen continued walking.
Along the way, they found more and more stone fragments.
Old Brown Lin paused and pointed at the stone: "Haha, this was cut by pickled cabbage. I am very familiar with the trajectory of his knife skills, and I can tell it's him at a glance."
“The one next to him should have been cut by Ben Bo, the difference is obvious.”
The old shaman nodded.
The boulder chopped by Sauerkraut only had the bottom about the size of a stool. But more than half of the stone chopped by Ben Bo was left.
Took a few more steps.
The two found a second pair of chopped boulders.
You can tell who cut it at a glance.
Old Brown Scale laughed: "The fish can't get off the hook, they are competing. I know this guy Ben Bo is unruly and wild. He will definitely not be reconciled to losing for the first time and will definitely drag the pickled cabbage to compete.
The second time, the third time.”
“He will lose miserably.”
“You will clearly realize the power of sauerkraut!”
Sure enough, the next few pairs of boulders were the most direct evidence, verifying Old Brown Scale’s guess.
Because he had to select a large enough boulder suitable for the competition, Sauerkraut did not stay in one place, but kept going deeper.
The two old fishmen walked along their footsteps.
Every time, I run and lose the competition.
But the old brown scale's expression gradually changed.
He found that the gap between the two was shortening. And the rate of shortening was getting faster and faster!
This discovery shocked him!
There is no doubt that Ben Bo’s progress has exceeded all records he knows.
Finally, they saw pickled cabbage.
In a pile of rubble, Pickled Cabbage stood blankly, as motionless as a stone statue.
It wasn’t until Old Brown Scales called out three times that Sauerkraut finally responded with an ahhhhhhhh.
He looked at Old Brown Scales in despair: "Master, am I... am I stupid?"