"Alan! I support your deal with Instructor Carter!"
Kelly said happily to her brother.
"It's rare that you are so sensible. You even made me a bottle of perfume with your own hands. I'm so touched! Come here and give me a kiss!"
After saying that, she opened her arms to her brother, pursed her lips, and made a gesture of hugging Allen and kissing his cheek.
The girl's plump breasts and pouty lips perfectly blend the two beautiful qualities of "sexiness" and "innocence" that should be diametrically opposed.
Allen inexplicably remembered the experience during meditation, and couldn't help but feel his heart tremble, and quickly avoided his sister's burning gaze.
"Stop it, Kelly! I'm not a child anymore!"
"Hey...he's obviously just a little brat, why are you pretending!"
Kelly curled her lips in disdain, reached out and kneaded her brother's face unscrupulously before letting him go with satisfaction.
"Smelly brother! I want two more bottles of this perfume!"
"As for the wine, you can get it from Dad!"
…
Two weeks later.
Weekend afternoon.
The quiet campus is empty.
The autumn wind blows, and the withered yellow leaves roll on the ground.
In the gymnasium, a muscular young man was sweating profusely and honing his martial arts skills.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Allen was shirtless and expertly punched the punching bag, making a muffled sound.
Like a drum beat with clear rhythm.
Instructor Carter's special sandbag, the leather is twice as thick.
The leather bag was half filled with iron sand and half filled with soybeans.
"Ha-hey!!"
Allen followed instructor Carter's instructions, exerted force on his waist and hips, exhaled loudly, and punched forward suddenly!
The magic power is transformed into a supernatural energy, which is transmitted forward along the arm.
The muscles in the arms expanded and contracted violently, like rolling waves, advancing layer by layer!
The muscles suddenly swelled like bronze mountains.
The sweat originally adsorbed on the skin was bounced off by the sharply deformed muscles.
Beads of sweat splashed everywhere, crystal clear and fine.
Under the sunlight coming through the window, it turned into a neon sign.
All the energy was finally gathered into the fist, injected into the sandbag, and exploded violently.
puff!!
The fist as big as the sand bowl hit the sandbag hard.
The sandbag suffered a strong impact and suddenly swung backwards.
After flying to an angle almost parallel to the ground, the force of the fist was relieved and the swing was accelerated.
Allen steadied his horse and stared at the sandbag with eyes as bright as lightning.
Until the sandbag was about to touch the tip of his nose.
His shoulders shook, and his figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air!
The sandbag passed through the afterimage of Allen left in place and continued to swing unimpeded.
At the same time, Allen had moved three meters away.
After slowly exhaling, Allen nodded with satisfaction.
Half a month of hard training was not in vain.
The "hound pace" just now was just right.
Hound pace, level 1 magic martial skill.
When activated, 1 point of magic power is consumed to move up to three meters at the maximum speed that one's body can bear.
When Allen used this move, his speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit of human visual capture.
It almost looks like teleportation!
Two hours of high-intensity martial arts training exhausted physical energy and magic power.
Allen calmed down his rapid breathing and took off the sandbag.
Inside the leather bag, there is also a small leather bag.
Most of the soybeans between the two layers of leather were crushed into powder.
Allen opened the small leather bag and looked down.
Nearly a third of the soybeans inside were broken into pieces.
Inside the small leather bag, there is an even smaller leather bag.
Open it and pour out the soybeans inside.
Only one-sixth of the beans were completely broken.
The other beans are generally intact.
This matryoshka-like sandbag was also specially made by instructor Carter, specifically for practicing "penetrating bone strength".
The level 1 martial skill "Penetrating Strength" consumes 1 point of magic power and continuously strengthens the power of fists and feet for 1 minute.
During this period, the fist power automatically penetrates the armor and acts directly on the enemy's body, causing internal injuries.
When activating "Penetrating Bone Strength", the more magic power is injected, the better the armor-breaking effect will be.
Spend 1 magic point to penetrate level 1 armor, and so on.
This martial art is best used against enemies wearing heavy armor.
Or monsters whose body surface is covered with natural armor such as scales, turtle shells, and spongy tissue.
The matryoshka-style sandbag is designed to test the power of "penetrating bone strength".
Allen's fist strength can break through three layers of leather and sand as a medium, breaking the soybeans hidden in the core of the sandbag, which is a manifestation of the success of "penetrating bone strength".
This punch hit an ordinary person.
There was only a bruise mark on the surface of the skin, and it didn't look like the injury was serious.
But the internal organs and bones had been severely damaged without even realizing it.
After returning home, he will vomit blood and die within three days!
The power of "Penetrating Strength" and "Hound Pace" far exceeded Allen's expectations.
The bottle of wine given to Instructor Carter is worth every penny!
Only level 1 magical martial arts are so powerful. How powerful do higher level martial arts have to be?
Allen couldn't imagine it.
After half a month of hard training in martial arts, the biggest gain is actually reflected in the mentality.
Now, Allen is no longer bothered by the fact that he failed to awaken the spell.
The ogre bloodline is indeed not good at casting spells.
But in terms of martial arts, he has a unique talent!
In fact, this is what the "violent warlock" earns his living.
Ogres, tauren, centaurs, orcs...
The reason why this type of violent warlock bloodline continues to this day and has not been eliminated by the spellcasting bloodline is all due to their martial arts expertise.
Allen clenched his fist, and the thick bones cracked.
He is confident that with these iron fists, he can create his own world!
After taking a shower in the gym bathroom, Allen put on his school uniform and walked home with his arms open.
The late autumn wind blew in my face, making it extremely cool.
The boy's wet flaxen short hair reflected a brilliant halo.
Pedestrians on the road, especially young women and girls, couldn't help but glance at the chest of this tall and strong young man the moment they passed by.
Her strong chest muscles left a deep impression on them.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his pub, Allen stopped.
Frown slightly.
There was a quarrel in the tavern.
He touched the side pocket of his schoolbag.
The dagger is still there, and so is the bag of lime.
The lime is also mixed with highly toxic condiments.
Allen opened the door and walked into the pub slowly.
A man dressed as an adventurer, wearing leather armor and a horned helmet, his eyes red from drunkenness, was banging the table and roaring.
Allen has never seen this person before, he must be from out of town.
I hope they are not the kidnappers sent by the "Surprise Circus" to look for trouble.
Surrounded by a group of regular spectators, most of them were angry and accused the drunk man of being a hooligan and being shameless.
Dad had a wry smile on his face and was apologizing to the drunk man with swollen cheeks.
Kelly stood behind her father, clutching her apron with both hands, her pretty face unable to conceal her anger.
what happened?
Allen knew without asking.
It must have been the drunk guy who was trying to tease Kelly by drinking alcohol.
As a result, Kelly slapped her with a backhand, causing half of her cheek to become swollen like a pig's head.