The two took the elevator and arrived at the second underground floor of the hotel.
At the passage leading to the training ground, mercenaries in twos and threes gathered together and chatted. Two church spies were sitting on a low table in the corner, pretending to be drinking and chatting, while looking around quietly.
"That young master Achilles came out of the elevator." A spy pretended to drink and said in a low voice.
"He's not dead yet? It's really strange." Another secret agent shook his head slightly, puzzled by Asike's refusal to accept the protection of the church. "The high school girl next to him... is a little too beautiful, which is suspicious."
"What's suspicious? The height doesn't match up." The spy took a sip of wine and said with a low smile, "Vampire's illusion can't change the body shape."
"Maybe it's the newly transformed blood servant of the vampire who came close to lure him." Another spy said coldly, "Follow them now, maybe you can follow their clues and catch a big fish."
"Do you think the people in the church can't think of this?" His companion sneered, "This good-for-nothing young master is also a nobleman after all, and his life style is very corrupt. If you caught him playing with women in private, do you think you would get a good deal?
? To put it bluntly, he was seduced and assassinated by a vampire, and that was his own problem; but if he was discovered after following him, and he later went to the noble council to cause trouble, how would the church be able to keep it on its face?
I’m not pushing you and me out as scapegoats.”
"That's right. Our goal is to find the vampire anyway." The secret agent sighed, "Let him go. If you don't stay in the church and have to go out and hang out, then you will die as well. We can't blame us."
The two spies continued to drink. Ask, as if he didn't know anything, took Peggy to the counter and handed out a banknote: "Which melee training ground is free?"
"No. 3." The teller lady replied.
Arrive at Training Ground No. 3. This is an open space about the size of four basketball courts side by side. On one side are steel-cast dolls placed side by side for the warriors to practice their attacks. On the other side, they are surrounded by iron chains.
There are large and small arenas for mercenaries to practice and compete with each other.
"Put on the mask." Asik said to Peggy, "Let's go to the arena to practice your skills first. I'll see your current level."
Peggy hummed, put the crying face mask on her face, and took out the dagger tied to her thigh.
Asker picked the largest arena, which is usually for 5V5 team battles. Several mercenaries around him looked over with curiosity in their eyes. Walking onto the field, Asker pulled out his long sword and flicked it casually.
Sword flower.
"Attack here." He waved to Peggy, "Use all your strength, don't worry that I can't catch it."
Paige nodded, lowered her body slightly, kicked off her back foot and rushed forward, disappearing from the spot almost instantly.
"So fast!" A nearby mercenary glanced here inadvertently and immediately screamed, even stopping his movements without realizing it.
The figure approached Asik in an instant, and flew out the next second. The speed was so fast that it was impossible to see how Asik fought back. Paige landed on the ground and rolled around a few times, then got up with difficulty, her movements even in the severe pain.
Somewhat deformed.
"Can you control such a fast charging speed?" Ask held a long sword and stared at Peggy coldly, "Don't aim too high, start with the speed you can control."
Peggy nodded and charged towards him again. This time, she charged in an arc. She made a short angle to go around and stabbed Asik's back with the dagger in her hand.
There was a ding sound, and metal and iron struck each other. Asik seemed to have eyes on his back. He held the long sword behind his shoulder and easily blocked the blow. Paige slashed with the spinning blade in her backhand, but was blocked by the long sword again.
Suddenly, Asik twisted his wrist lightly and knocked the dagger out of Peggy's hand. At the same time, he kicked out a whip and hit her in the abdomen again, kicking her away.
"The key to agility-style melee combat is to miss a single hit and escape thousands of miles away." Asker said coldly, "If your attack is blocked and you stay in place, are you waiting for the enemy to counterattack you? When you land, pay attention to your body and back.
Landing is the stupidest thing to do. Land on your front! Use both hands to bend down for buffering. After releasing the force, quickly roll to your feet, otherwise you will be easily attacked and injured by the enemy!"
"Understood." Peggy whispered, picked up the dagger on the ground, assumed a fighting posture, and charged forward again.
For a while, the sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, vaguely mixed with Aske's merciless scolding:
"When attacking, you need to balance false and real moves! Every time your actual move is blocked, it will consume your energy, use your brain!"
"Where are the changes in positioning? If the enemy sees through your footwork, you will die! Don't always go around behind!"
"Pay attention to my field of vision! Think about how to attack from the blind spot of my field of vision, instead of staring in circles! You are on the outer circle and I am in the center of the circle. Can you outrun me?"
More and more mercenaries came to watch, and everyone was dumbfounded. Peggy's speed was much faster than a normal person's sprint, using her agility advantage to constantly change directions to attack. But Asik stood still.
Without moving, just using a long sword to block left and right blocks. Not only was the defense airtight, but it was also able to knock Peggy away within a few moves. The latter fell to the ground countless times, and every time
He can get up vigorously and regain his composure, as if his physical strength is endless.
These two guys are both monsters! The mercenaries onlookers marveled. Not to mention the little warrior wearing a crying face mask, the advantage of super-speed movement on the battlefield is almost infinite, and ordinary mercenaries have
She was knocked unconscious after a few hits, and her reaction was so slow that she couldn't defend herself. With such speed, she was knocked over within a few moves. Who is that warrior on the opposite side? Don't even think about it, it's definitely going to be a fight.
They are not in the same realm at all.
Falling to the ground again, Paige rolled with her hands on the ground and stood up steadily. Flesh I greatly strengthened her body's tolerance. At this time, she was just gasping subconsciously, feeling like there was not a single bone in her body.
No more pain.
"Let's do this for now." Asik held the sword and said calmly, "Think carefully about what I taught you and sort it out."
Peggy hummed, then walked to the stone bench by the wall to sit and meditate.
Asker sheathed his sword and was about to leave the arena when he saw a hand raised from the crowd of onlookers:
"Hello! If I don't have an opponent, would it be convenient for me to come and spar with you?"
A heavily armed warrior lined up the crowd, and by the sound of his voice, he should be a young woman. She was wearing a stamped steel plate armor common to Jamani warriors, a Gothic-style double-winged helmet + faceplate, and a plate skirt and steel skirt on her lower body.
Long boots. The left hand holds a kite-shaped striped shield, and the right hand is a spear. The weight of such equipment is not something that normal people can bear for a long time. This woman must have absorbed a certain amount of extraordinary power.
"A walking knight?" Asked.
"Why not a gun and shield warrior?" the woman asked.
"The spear is held incorrectly," Ask said.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then realized. Knights are accustomed to holding the end of the spear because of charging and stabbing. If they are orthodox rifle and shield warriors, the position of holding the spear should be close to the middle to achieve offensive and defensive aspects.
balance.
"Awesome." The woman complimented quietly, adjusting the hand holding the gun to the middle of the gun body, "I don't have power armor, so you can deal with me as a gun and shield warrior, how about that?"
"A quick victory," Aske said.
The mercenaries watching suddenly started shouting, and they couldn't wait to see the result of this battle. The woman took a bow, holding a shield in front of her with her left hand, and holding a gun in her right hand, her whole body was like a taut sword.
Like a bow, he could launch a killing charge at any time. Asik pressed his sword with one hand and looked at her expressionlessly.
"Draw the sword?" the woman asked.
"No need." Ask said, "It can be over with one move."
There was a burst of applause from the crowd of onlookers. The mercenaries were always particularly enthusiastic about such arrogant words. The woman's expression was covered by her visor, and it was impossible to see whether she was angry or not. She just turned her wrist slightly, adjusting it to the point where she was about to explode with all her strength.
posture.
In an instant, the gun shot out like a dragon, and the sharp tip pointed directly at Asik's chest. The woman's forward steps were not steady. In her opinion, once Asik had no time to dodge, she could quickly pull back the attack and prevent fatal injuries.
.Unexpectedly, Aske just took a step to the left lightly.
Flashed past!
While dodging her spear thrust, Asik took half a step forward again, grabbed her spear with his right hand, and made a fist with his left hand, slamming it into her gun hand. The woman did not dodge, because her right hand holding the gun was covered with
The arm armor is not afraid of Asker's physical punch at all. If you let go of the spear at this time, you will fall into the opponent's plan.
When the fist hit, it suddenly turned into a grab. He grabbed her right wrist and pulled her back. Asik raised his right foot and kicked the opponent's right knee hard. The woman only felt a crack on the plate armor.
A strong force came, and his right leg was kicked backwards, and his upper body was pulled forward by him. His whole body suddenly lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"Didn't anyone teach you not to put up a posture before making a move?" Ask asked coldly, "The posture is so beautiful, even a fool knows that you are about to launch a sprint, so how can you not get past it? The tactical movements are quite good.
Standard, but standard means that it is easy for others to see through, so think carefully about how to hide your attack intentions."
The woman got up with difficulty, and the weight of the armor that protected her became a burden to her. She was defeated by her opponent in one move in the fight. She was originally quite depressed and discouraged, but when she heard the last sentence:
His eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately and said:
"Yes, I have learned a lesson, sir."
There was another commotion among the onlookers. Competitions usually only happen between companions, because strangers may not be able to hold back their hands and hurt each other. It is already rare for a master on the stage to be willing to accept a competition from strangers, and it is even rarer.
What does it mean to defeat your opponent cleanly and yet be willing to point out a few of the opponent's shortcomings?
It means a master teacher who is hard to come by! You know, the demonic tide of this era has not yet risen, and martial arts masters with a little strength are either serving kings and emperors in the courts of various countries, or they are being raised by lords from all over the country in their own manors.
To be worshiped or to be a mercenary? How is that possible! How much money do mercenaries make? Can any noble give more than a fraction?
For a moment, everyone raised their hands enthusiastically, scrambling to apply for a spot: "Brother Master, let me be the next one, and I will fight against you!"
In the excitement of the crowd, Asker randomly selected a Macedonian spear and shield warrior. The other person held a spear and shield, bowed respectfully to Asker, and then quickly got into a posture.
"The steps are too loose. Don't you practice your footwork during training?" In less than five seconds, the Macedonian warrior was kicked off the court.
"The movement was too big when attacking, leaving an open door open!" The next Spartan warrior who came up was also knocked to the ground.
"What are you jumping around for, clown?" The Burgundy Ranger was beaten and rolled around on the ground.
Soon all the mercenaries who came on stage were beaten all over, and the ground was covered with gourds rolling around. The mercenaries outside the venue were also a little frightened. It was one thing to get valuable martial arts instruction, but to be beaten in front of everyone.
Looking for teeth all over the place is another matter. It is indeed a difficult choice to choose face or dignity. After waiting for about ten seconds, no one came on stage, and the female warrior at the beginning stepped forward again.
"I would also like to ask for your advice again." She bowed slightly to show respect.