In the rehabilitation fitness room set up for patients in the hospital.
Ichiro Nissei held his personal information terminal in his hand, and above the holographic projection was a form about Li Falcon's physical condition.
Now Ichiro Nisnishi has forgotten to add new data to this table... As for the reason?
Has it been an hour? Has it been a full hour? Ichiro Nissishi's brain has completely frozen.
Li Xuan in front of him was running on a treadmill, taking long strides, and his speed never slowed down!
If it was only ten minutes, it would be nothing. The problem is that Li Xuan has been running continuously for nearly an hour...
How many kilometers have you run? Ichiro Nisei has forgotten to look at the records on the personal information terminal. He was completely frightened.
The world record for the one-thousand-meter run is about two minutes and five seconds, set by a British man in 2037.
Now let alone one thousand meters, Li Xuan has been running for such a long time and has never stopped!
Even the breath is very even, giving people a feeling of ease, except for a little sweat on the forehead.
"Just...let's stop it here, Li Jun." Ichiro Nisnishi had been waiting for Li Xun for more than an hour with his curiosity of how long this King Arthur could keep running, but Ichiro Nissishi was afraid to continue.
It will kill someone...
"..."
Li Xuan stretched out his hand to close the treadmill, stepped down from the top, took the towel handed over by Ichiro Utsunishi, put his hand into his chest, and threw a silver-white sticker-like object to Ichiro Utsunishi.
As the sticker was removed, the recording of Li Sun's physical data on Ichiro Nisei's personal information terminal also stopped.
"Li Jun, it seems that King Arthur's heart has given you a power that is no different from Superman." Ichiro Nissei lowered his head and looked at a series of Li Falcon's physical data, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.
According to the analysis of the personal information terminal, Li Xuan's current body is completely inhuman.
"It's not enough." Li Xuan stretched his arms. The movement just now allowed Li Xun to gradually regain the feeling that he had lost for a long time.
Although the body has become stronger, the arms are still pale and slender, and the appearance is the same... The body has always given people a feeling of weakness, but no one can imagine the power contained in such a slender body.
How terrifying.
"Isn't it... not enough?" Ichiro Nissei could tell that with Li Xuan's physical strength, if he joined the army of the New Chinese Federation, he would definitely be scrambled to be accepted.
You know, even if the soldiers wear exoskeleton armor, I am afraid that the general-purpose model will not be able to defeat Li Xun.
"My king can't find the feeling I had before." Along with a slightly frivolous voice, a silvery white light flashed. Li Xuan subconsciously grabbed it in his hand and found that it was a bottle of sports drink.
Lan Malok, who was wearing casual clothes, also walked out of the gym door.
Galahad wore that heavy knight's armor all day long. There were countless elderly and sick patients in this hospital, and it would not be good to come out and scare them.
Gawain and Bedivere are still sleeping.
Therefore, the only one who could come to express condolences to Li Xuan was this knight.
Lan Malok's fiery red short hair is as conspicuous as his surname, and his handsome face has a sense of playfulness.
"Li Jun, are you your friend?"
"My knight."
Li Xuan did not conceal the identity of Ran Malok. Although Ichiro Nissishi was not from that world, he had been a bad friend with the strongest king for several years, and he knew more or less about that unknown world.
"How about my king, do you want to get back the feeling you had?" Lan Malok held a wooden knife in his hand. Judging from the style, it should be a relatively heavy solid wooden knife: "The knife control in this world is too strict, you
He also ordered us not to spend money arbitrarily, so we had no choice but to borrow this gadget from someone else."
Lan Malok threw the wooden knife into Li Xuan's hand. Li Xuan put down the bottle of drink and caught it, then looked at Lan Malok...
It's obvious what he wants to do.
"..." Li Xuan raised the wooden knife and made a gesture to Lan Malok.
Then both of them disappeared into the fitness market, leaving only Ichiro Nissishi with a confused look on his face.
………………
In the spirit prison world, everything in the fitness market was distorted. The colors of dusk covered the entire world, and the sky was still that dull scarlet.
Lan Malok's casual clothes had been replaced by the jet black knight's armor. Galahad had been waiting here for a long time.
But when he saw Lan Malok and Li Xuan standing face to face with weapons...
"This...this is ridiculous! Your Excellency Lan Malok...I just recovered...you..."
"Don't worry, I will let you go." Lan Malok did not replace the spear in his hand with other weapons because of his king. He twisted his neck with the spear and looked at the man standing in the distance.
Li Xun: "Besides following him after my resurrection, my uncle also has another purpose."
After the silver and black spear performed a beautiful trick in Lan Malok's hand, the jet-black tip was pointed at Li Xun.
"That means another fight with my king."
"But...my king, your current body..." Galahad knew that it was absolutely useless to persuade Lan Malok.
"Didn't I say I can release water?" Lan Malok was a little impatient. "Now I am a demon. The power of demons is of course more powerful than humans. But don't worry, I will suppress my power to the same level as the king."
class."
No matter how outstanding Li Shuan's physique is among humans...but in front of these inhuman races that are beyond human beings, Li Shun is still somewhat powerless.
The power of the dragon blood in the body can only be seen when it is released. Now Li Falcon can probably only be called a superman in front of humans.
"Can……"
"Don't try to dissuade me, Galahad, the sword is already in my hand."
Li Xuan held the hilt of the wooden sword with one hand and began to adapt to the weapon. The long-lost feeling made Li Xuan feel a little dazed. The weight of the wooden sword in his hand was still not as heavy as his own holy sword.
But there is no other way. Now I can only take care of this wooden knife.
"Okay... please be sure to pay attention to your safety." Galahad felt a little helpless as he felt the fighting spirit emanating from the two people.
"Are you ready? My king, it's best not to be killed instantly by one blow."
Lan Malok put his hand on the gun, his pupils gradually became sharper, and he looked at Li Xuan standing in the distance.
The power in the body begins to gain momentum...
This spear, which coexists with holiness and lust, overflows with red and black energy...
Lan Malok used his witchcraft power, and he chose to go all out...
Are you kidding? If you don’t go all out in the battle with King Arthur, you will lose miserably!
When a scarlet lightning flashed through the dark clouds in the sky...
Both figures disappeared from Galahad's sight!
bump!
The sound of wood and steel interlacing echoed throughout the world.
Li Xuan held the wooden knife tightly with both hands and collided with the tip of Lan Malok's spear that was stabbing him.
Li Xun's speed and strength are comparable to that of a guardian spirit!
In the brief moment of contact, Li Xun directly used the blade to swipe Lan Malok's spear, breaking the stiffness. He slightly turned his head, and the tip of the spear passed along Li Xun's side.
Minute by minute, at the same time, Li Xuan's wooden knife, which had no lethality, stabbed towards Lan Malok!
"Innocent!" Lan Malok flicked the tip of his spear, quickly retracted it and raised it...
And then... there was no more.
The wooden knife in Li Xuan's hand was always a toy for practice. It was cut off by Lan Malok with a shot. The corner of the wooden knife flew out and fell to the ground not far away.
Lan Malok's gun blade was pressed against Li Xun's neck.
Li Xuan held the wooden knife without an edge with an expressionless expression.
It may be clear to outsiders who wins and who loses, but...
Lan Malok's breathing actually became a little messy, and there was a white mark on the pitch black armor on his shoulder.
It was cut out by the wooden sword.
"..."
Ranmarok withdrew his spear.
"There has been some progress." Li Xuan commented on Lan Malok's previous confrontation.
And this dark knight seems to be a little helpless.
"I asked, my king, are you a machine?"
At this time, the Dark Knight used honorifics to address Li Xuan. He really had some heart palpitations just now...
"?"
"After such a long time, my king's swordsmanship seems to have not deteriorated at all..." Lan Malok can be sure that if at that moment, Li Xuan was holding a sword that was truly sharp and capable of killing people,
And he is his own enemy...
Then Lan Malok will not just have a small mark on the knight's armor, but a scar on his shoulder or neck that will never be erased, or even death.
In the brief exchange just now, Lan Malok knew that King Arthur's swordsmanship had not deteriorated at all...
Anyone who does something they haven't done for a long time, even if they have been very skilled before, will feel a little unfamiliar.
But after hundreds or even thousands of years, King Arthur's swordsmanship has never weakened or become rusty.
The mechanical brain stores knowledge in it, and the intuition of a brain without emotions is sometimes more pure.
As long as the skills are recorded in Li Xun's soul, Li Xun will be able to record them forever... without any backsliding.
This... is also the horror of King Arthur!
"What do you mean by victory?" Galahad was watching from the sidelines. Seeing Lan Malok's sore appearance, he wanted to make up for it with a knife.
"I won anyway, right?"
Lan Malok is surprisingly thick-skinned.
Li Xuan looked at the handle of the knife in his hand, and finally nodded towards Lan Malok.
My knight won the battle...
If I had a suitable sword... the result would probably be different. (To be continued.)
