Reg, who was still reading the Fighter's Notes in the library on the third floor, naturally didn't know that his purpose of coming here had been leaked by Michelle, who looked extremely cute. He was still addicted to the Fighter left by his predecessors.
The notes and experiences now seem extremely practical.
In this notebook, there are many cultivation problems and their final solutions. Among these problems, Reg did not encounter many, but there were one or two similarities, which aroused the resonance of Reg.
Reg's attention was mainly focused on the critical level-up stage of the mad fighter's final leap to become a magic fighter.
Although Reg has not reached this realm yet, isn't these experiences truly useful?
Now that he has reached the realm, those experiences are naturally of little use. Now Reg is thinking that he can enter the level of a magic fighter in these two months. Now that he has a better understanding of the strength of the students in the academy, Reg is powerful.
My mentality became more and more urgent.
The one named Kusili is a fifth-level mad fighter, so the students from Inte Di Academy must be even more powerful. If you can't surpass Kusili, how can you win the first place and get the dragon's blood?
Although Reg also knows that he still has many trump cards, the Demon Fighter and the Mad Fighter are not at the same level at all. If he can enter the Demon Fighter, wouldn't his confidence be greatly improved?
What's more, Reg still clearly remembers that a year later he will have a life-and-death battle with Seagram. Reg doesn't want to die in Seagram's hands, although Reg believes that Mrs. Rose will not let him go.
He died at the hands of Siglan, but Reg didn't want to always have to rely on others' protection to save himself from danger.
People, in the end, still have to rely on themselves.
When Reg finished reading the notebook, a long time had passed, and he was already feeling a little hungry. Reg closed the notebook, put it back on the bookshelf, and casually took out a little reserve from the space ring.
After eating a few mouthfuls of dry food, I picked up another book again.
In addition to various training experiences, there are also some good water-type fighting skills on the bookshelf, including many middle-grade and mid-level fighting skills. Reg looked at them next to each other, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he pulled out a scroll.
Intermediate level water fighting skill, Soft Water Palm.
"Water is soft and invisible, pervasive, and the soft water palm takes advantage of its softness..."
Reg carefully read the entire introduction of the Soft Water Palm, and was quite surprised. Unlike the power of the Ice Fist, and different from the Ice Shuttle's concentrated attack, this Soft Water Palm gathers icy water fighting energy.
Palm, instantly forcing fighting energy into the target's body, destroying the target from the inside, attacking the enemy's interior without damaging the surface, which sounds a bit insidious.
Reg had two surprises. This soft water palm was somewhat similar to ice fist, but the ingenuity of movement was better than ice fist. It used softness to overcome hardness. Although it looked soft, it contained sinister murderous intent.
Reg came into contact with this Soft Water Palm fighting skill scroll through perception, and quickly understood the key points of this move. All that was left was actual training. A fighting skill must be mastered and mastered from learning to using it.
Incomparably, that requires a lot of practice.
The simplest chopping action requires tens of thousands or even more trainings, not to mention the fighting skills that require exquisite control of the movement of fighting spirit. Of course, the power of a fighting skill has a lot to do with the strength, but
The proficiency and subtlety of the operation are also closely related. The same fighting skills will have different powers when used by beginners and experienced ones.
After confirming that he was fully aware of the method of the Soft Water Palm, Reg put down the Soft Water Palm scroll, but felt very strange in his heart. He could imitate other fighting skills by himself, but he could not learn them by himself by reading the fighting skills scroll.
, which is really strange.
However, Reg's body was already very weird. If anything weird appeared, Reg wouldn't find it strange. Anyway, Reg had always suspected that there was some conflict between the water fighting spirit and fire fighting skills he practiced...
Reg learned a new fighting skill and was quite happy. Seeing that it was getting late, he turned around and went downstairs.
At this time, most of the original students on the second floor had dispersed. Although these people were willing to wait for Reg to come down, Reg didn't even come down to eat. These people couldn't help but dispersed because they were hungry, but
The news that the mysterious masked student Qingzhu was competing for a spot in the five-person team quickly spread throughout the academy like the wind.
Reg walked out of the library with a very happy mood and looked at the sky. Reg couldn't help but marveled at how fast time passed. He actually stayed in the library for almost a whole day, but he clearly didn't feel how long it had passed.
Well……
It was already past time to eat in the college cafeteria. Reg touched his stomach, which started to growl again. It seemed that he could only make do with some solid food at night...
As Reg was walking back to his dormitory, he suddenly noticed something strange. Many students had a very strange look on their faces when they saw him, and groups of people whispered.
His ears were discussing something, and while discussing, he was looking at himself, as if he was discussing something related to himself.
Reg felt strange in his heart, but he thought that these students should probably discuss their own strange green bamboo masks. Reg didn't bother to ask. Anyway, the mouth was on someone else's face, so it was someone else's freedom to say it, and he didn't let himself hear it.
Just like that, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Reg returned to the door of his room and was about to open the door when a roar suddenly came from the student dormitory next door: "Damn it, I'm going to kill him!"
Following this loud shout, a tall young man burst out of the door with an angry face. His face was a little distorted, his eyes exuded a terrifying look of anger, his fists were clenched tightly, and his whole body was full of frightening energy.
momentum.
Reg was stunned for a moment, what a strong momentum, this tall guy is not bad at all.
Reg's perception was like catkins in the wind, bypassing the tall and strong young man. He already had the answer in his heart. The first-level mad fighter was indeed good, but he just didn't know what happened to make this tall young man so angry.
, with a murderous expression on his face...
Thinking of the roar he heard just now, Reg thought to himself that he must have been the angry young man who made the roar.
Because the young man's room was still inside Reg's room, the young man had to walk through Reg's room if he wanted to go out. The corridor was not very wide, and before Reg could open the door, the young man had already hit him like a mad tiger.
Came over.
Reg frowned. This guy was too reckless. Didn't he see that he was still standing in the middle of the road?
"Get out of the way!" The tall young man roared like thunder on the ground, resounding throughout the entire dormitory building.
"Magadon, don't go!" Before Reg could decide whether to get out of the way of this reckless young man, two people rushed out of the room again, one on the left and the other on the right. They pounced on the reckless young man, seemingly trying to push him away.
The reckless young man held him back.
The reckless young man's left and right hands were grabbed by two people. The thin young man on the right shouted: "Magadon, don't be impulsive. It's not worth it for a woman who doesn't love you!"
The young man on the left also grabbed the reckless young man's hand and shouted: "Magadon, are you crazy? You are no match for him!"
The reckless young man named Magadon raised his hands, and the two young men's huge bodies were flung away by him. Magadon rushed towards Reg with eyes burning, and the thin young man was thrown to the ground.
He raised his head in embarrassment, looked at Reg in the middle of the road, and suddenly shouted: "Classmate Qingzhu, stop him."
Amidst the shouts of the thin young man, Magadun had already rushed over, his huge body moving as fast as the wind, no less than a rushing wild boar.
Reg was originally going to get out of the way, but listening to the Magadon young man's persuasion to Magadan just now, it seemed that Magadan was going to do something very dangerous. Now the thin young man called out his name again,
Let yourself stop him and subconsciously stop getting out of the way.
Magadon looked at Reg blocking the road and refused to give way. He turned his body slightly to one side and wanted to rush past Reg from behind. However, just when Magadon was about to rush past, Reg suddenly took action.
Reg's left hand suddenly stretched out and pressed against Magadon's advancing body. A huge force instantly came from Magadon's body. Reg's body shook violently, and there was a bit of shock in his heart. This young man only had one thought.
The strength of a super mad fighter, but the power is indeed so fierce!
Since that adventure, Reg's left hand has become extremely powerful, and it is even more powerful when supported by his fighting spirit. He originally thought that it would be easy to intercept the opponent, but in fact it was just barely able to stop him. Although Reg only used
With one hand, and Reg also wearing the God Refining Bracer, Magadon had the advantage of rushing in, but this was enough to surprise Reg.
Magadun was extremely excited when he saw that he was stopped by the mysterious new student in the class who was wearing a mask. However, he was so eager to rush over that he didn't even think about it. He paused slightly and punched hard with his right fist.
The punch was already filled with strong fighting spirit and its attack power was astonishing.
Reg's eyes flashed, and he was already angry. This man's recklessness had really reached a certain level, and he actually attacked him without saying a word.
He retracted his left hand and closed his palm horizontally. Magadon's fist immediately hit the palm of Rege's left hand. Rege's outstretched fingers closed and immediately tightened Magadon's fist like five iron bars.
.
There was a look of horror on Magadon's face. The opponent not only withstood the punch, but also clasped his fist as if nothing had happened. It was obvious that the opponent's strength was much higher than his own, and Magadon's idea came to him.
In my mind, a huge force has come from the opponent's hand, like an iron pliers, and my hand hurts.
Magadon was immediately horrified. Are the opponent's hands made of iron?