Chapter five hundred and thirty first powerful and fragile replica
If you just look at his appearance, his dirty coat is covered with dust, his blond hair is messy, and there are patches on his clothes. He is a rotten drunkard that can be found in any bar.
However, when he stood there, yawning and picking his ears at the same time, there was no image at all, but it gave people a sense of an insurmountable distance. Three minutes had passed, and no one among the witnesses still dared to cross the threshold.
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Everyone was instinctively warned. Maybe he seemed safe now, but if he took another step forward, he would be attacked and cut in two.
"The worst opponent, Carlo... no, Sword Master Roland!"
Barton shouted the name through his teeth, but what followed was a fierce fighting spirit. Perhaps this man was indeed the mentor who taught him sword skills, but he had been unhappy with him for a long time. Maybe this was the reason why he could
Revenge... a chance to defeat him.
The future God of War's eyes were bloodshot, and he unabashedly released his murderous intent. Perhaps being blocked in his future was an obstacle to others, but to him, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to challenge himself.
"... Come on, let's go together. I plan to go back and rest soon."
While chatting, he didn't even open his eyes to look at himself, his contempt was clearly conveyed.
“I don’t know how well I can imitate because of my strength, but I can’t imitate it as well as I do!”
Barton took the lead without hesitation, and as soon as he took action, it started spinning on the spot, turning into a storm of sword blades again.
He knew that facing this person, even if it was just a projection, he could not slack off in the slightest, and he would always make a sure move.
"Isn't Carlo a mage? Doesn't this thing copy the strongest warrior in Barton's memory? Why does he appear?"
How could the mercenary who came with him not recognize this person? He was a drinking companion who drank and bragged together. Although he recently suddenly revealed his identity as a necromancer, he seemed to have a high status. Although he didn't know why his clone appeared here.
But no one thought Patton would lose.
After all, according to common sense, human energy is limited, and Carlo sounds very young, and he is not a longevity species. It is already rare to be able to achieve success in one aspect. Don't even think about dual cultivation, and
Old Barton has been immersed in martial arts for at least thirty years.
"Perhaps something went wrong. Wasn't Old Barton always worried that his daughter would be abducted by Carlo? In a sense, a son-in-law is indeed the strongest opponent of every daughter's father-in-law. Well, and he is always
An enemy that will one day be defeated."
Some people are making sarcastic remarks, while others are full of shock or worry. Anyone who really knows that person knows how worrying it will be when that person appears in the opponent's camp.
At this time, Timiret stopped even making calculations, looked at the situation in front of him with worry, and asked Katarina.
"It should be impossible for this spiritual creature to completely imitate it. Is there an upper limit or restriction?"
"This is originally a facility for warriors to practice martial arts. Artificial spiritual creatures cannot control elements. It is impossible for them to use magic. This should be considered a limitation. There is also an upper limit. This equipment has limited capabilities and can only simulate legendary levels at most.
Combat power, but the martial arts data can extract the memory of the target's mind, and can also supplement the essence record from the spiritual world, which is almost a complete simulation... In fact, it doesn't matter, how can an ordinary legend be the opponent of the father who is a sword master! Moreover,
Carlo is a sick boy."
Caterina was very confident in her father. Especially since Carlo was physically poor and weak, his strength was not even as good as hers, and he complained endlessly when doing even the slightest hard work.
Martial arts must be based on the body. In the final analysis, martial arts is a technique that strengthens the physical body and uses the physical body. It is limited by natural differences. No matter how hard the goblin practices, he cannot defeat the giant in arm wrestling. So, the body simulated by Carlo, who is already physically fragile,
The conditions are definitely not enough to pose a threat to my father.
It is always good to make calculations before the battle. The simulation ability of this martial arts field has both limitations and upper limits, and there is also an inevitable energy upper limit. This should be a good thing, but the more Katarina talks about it, the more bitter Timiret becomes.
He was embarrassed. Judging from the intelligence he had just learned, he no longer had any hope for a breakthrough.
"...It seems that there is no other way except to consume all the energy of the spiritual creature."
"That's not the case, Carlo is very weak..."
Before he finished speaking, Patton, who had high hopes, flew directly over.
"Boom!"
The floor tiles were directly smashed open, and the bald man's head was injured, the tiger's mouth was broken, and the injuries were serious. However, his opponent was still standing there holding a wooden stick, closing his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep.
"How?"
In the eyes of everyone, Barton originally had the overwhelming advantage and initiative during the battle. The spirit Roland just couldn't help but retreat, pressing the blade of the whirlwind about to tear it apart. But the next moment, Barton flew back instead.
In Timiret's recorder, the scene just now was being replayed, but there was still no gain. Finally, after slowing it down dozens of times, he saw it clearly.
"You can clearly see all the opponent's movements in high-speed rotation, induce others to dig a hole with their swords, and then induce the opponent to step into your own hole, and induce the opponent to self-destruct just by moving his position. The gap between combat skills and experience is too much.
Obviously...but since you have seen through it, why don't you just wave your sword to stop it? Why bother? It seems that this spiritual clone has not only inherited that person's combat experience, but also inherited that person's twisted personality."
In his heart, he was slandering that man's strange character, but Timiret's face was full of seriousness. Seeing that the chance of victory was right in front of him, but being stopped here, it naturally made people very unhappy.
"Perhaps, the worst opponent we have ever encountered."
"My father is obviously a sword master. Doesn't it mean that the sword master has the ability to leapfrog challenges among warriors?"
Catalina is not proficient in martial arts, but she is able to compare information and data. In her memory as a barmaid, there are many legendary stories of sword masters defeating the strong with the weak.
"Sword Master? Haha, the one standing opposite may be the strongest Sword Master in Ashe's three hundred years."
Timiret, who looked helpless, was not exaggerating. With the establishment of Hades, a lot of information had been declassified within the League of Gentlemen. Even he was shocked by someone's inhuman past experience.
"Have you heard of Red Lotus Sword Master Adam? Well, he is the one who is regarded as the strongest sword master in the contemporary era. He is also a strong competitor for the strongest human being..."
After saying this, he noticed that everyone was staring at him. Timiret paused. He was worried that speaking out would damage his morale, and he was also worried that if he didn't explain clearly, someone would be stupid enough to provoke him. He finally made up his mind before continuing.
"...The mentor of the Red Lotus Sword Master is the person in front of me. He single-handedly taught the strongest sword master of the contemporary era. Since the clone copied his bad character and sword skills, who can win in a swordsmanship competition?
he."
Now, not to mention the mercenaries were frightened, even Barton himself was dumbfounded just now. He didn't know that he had such a famous senior brother, let alone that sloppy "young man" could be so "brilliant"
's past.
"It is said that he became a swordsman after practicing swordsmanship for one year. His swordsmanship talent is so high that he can imitate other people's swordsmanship mysteries after reading them twice. He knows more than twenty kinds of swordsmanship mysteries and most conventional swordsmanship. He even teaches them to his apprentices.
Three sword masters, are you sure you can deal with such a being?"
Well, as soon as these words were spoken, everything fell silent.
"You guys, come together."
Same words, different reactions. Since he showed off his amazing strength, this time, no one dared to refute this man who was wearing a gray and white cloak and pretending to be a thinker, while posing with his feet at a 45-degree angle and looking up at him.
"...I even imitated that character, it's simply...no, it's a complete imitation! Ha, we have hope! That Winston over there, well, it's you, show the dignity of a legendary mercenary, step forward to challenge,
, just you alone."
"We don't need you to win, just use your ultimate moves to throw the opponent away and consume the opponent's physical strength."
While making arrangements, the instrument in the corner of Timiret's eyes had already given the measurement results.
"Combat strength...strength, agility, and stamina are all below five, and yet he's so good at pretending that he almost bluffed us."
Yes, since it is a replica based on the real Roland, it naturally replicates Roland's weak state at this time. Even if he can defeat his opponent with his experience and skill advantages, his extremely weak physical condition cannot bear much consumption.
, instead of defeating him head-on, it would be better to exhaust his energy in a wheel battle.
The physical strength and energy of psychic creatures and elemental creatures are the same thing. Once they are exhausted, they will naturally disappear.
But Winston, who had high hopes, did not last for half a minute before he was sent out by a sword energy that just flew over his head and just cut through his helmet.
"Throwing sword energy casually? Sword energy also requires physical effort. Don't do it together. This will give him a chance to borrow power and create chaos. Let's come one by one. Since it is a training device, there must be some who can't kill people.
Restrictions! Maybe there are restrictions on not being able to actively attack or leave this area."
Well, all the weaknesses have been guessed. This time, it was Spirit Roland's turn to smile helplessly.
But before the next soldier could carry out this shameless plan, Old Patton, who was already injured, rushed out first. He did not intend to give up this rare opportunity to challenge.
"You all stand down, this is my personal challenge!"
"The courage is commendable, and the efforts to seize the opportunity to improve oneself are also worthy of praise, but... as a commander-in-chief, acting on impulse is completely unqualified."
While slandering in his heart, Timiret shouted "Come on". Although the answer sheet Barton just gave caused his impression score among the examiners to be deducted a lot, now that there are people willing to be cannon fodder to consume the physical sword master of the spirit body,
Why not do it. (To be continued~^~)
ps: So what, by the way, can I ask for a guaranteed monthly pass for August?
