"Crow, take the plane!!!"
Following the youth's roar, Huai Shi still descended from the sky. He raised his axe at the muscular old man's bald head and chopped down!
In an instant, Elder Luo raised his head and stared at the youth's shadow. The corners of his eyes slowly raised.
This was really … unexpected.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. Then, he took a step forward.
Boom!
The floor trembled.
Then, an uppercut!
Thus, wind rose from the ground like lava gushing out from the earth's crust. Amidst the high heat, the iron-green fist broke through the hurricane and smashed straight at Huai Shi's abdomen.
It was a critical moment.
Huai Shi, on the other hand, turned around in the air like a bird. She adjusted her center of gravity with the heavy blade of her axe and completed the transformation in an instant. Then, as she swung and spun, she extended her palm towards the fist that was rising from the ground.
His five fingers spread open.
It seemed like he was defending.
Elder Luo sneered. Should he say that it was like throwing an egg against a rock? He didn't have a twenty-centimeter-thick tank armor. He only wanted to resist the inner strength contained in the drummer's fist with his bare hands.
Wasn't he too naive?
Then, he saw a burst of iron light. Amidst the sound of crystals growing, the sacrificial knife jumped out of the void and fell into his hand. He grasped it tightly and stabbed it straight down.
Iron against a fist.
The iron fist that was blasting upward paused for a moment. Elder Luo raised his eyes and a trace of subtle astonishment and surprise appeared in his eyes. Even this move of his was calculated?
Intuition?
Or something else?
His footsteps paused, and then paused again. Amidst the rumbling sound, his heavy and huge body moved back three meters without warning. He dodged the blade that he instinctively broke and stood still again.
Huai Shi landed on the ground in disbelief.
Originally, he had prepared several corresponding moves to deal with his attack, but he didn't expect him to retreat.
It was impossible for the sacrificial knife to hurt him.
Even without using the Sacred Mark, Huai Shi could see that he was at least a fourth-stage Ascendant. He might even be a peak fourth-stage Ascendant.
With his skills and strength, there were countless ways for him to deal with this attack of his.
"Why did you retreat?"
Huai Shi asked, "Did you go easy on him?"
"Ah, yes, they went easy on you. They probably put as much water as the Pacific Ocean."
With a mocking smile on his face, Elder Luo removed his posture and slightly moved his muscles. He was almost defenseless, allowing Huai Shi, who was three steps away, to find his weakness and gap.
"Do you think I will thank you?" Huai Shi asked.
"If I have to say something, it's probably my experience after so many years."
Elder Luo twisted his neck, and the crackling sound made people's hair stand on end. "Look, if you blindly crush your opponent with numbers, the battle can end in an instant. However, the only thing that matters is the outcome, and it definitely won't bring about any growth.
The so-called education shouldn't be like this either. "
"Ha." Huai Shi was amused. "Although I'm very touched, old man, you just suppressed your strength and planned to bully the weak, right?"
It was just like the ugly faces of those experts when they beat up newbies.
Are you afraid? Don't worry, I'll give you a handicap with my hands and legs … I can stare you to death with just my eyes.
It was an unpleasant arrogance and self-confidence.
However, Huai Shi couldn't refuse. He really needed the old man in front of him to lower his level slightly so that he could learn more.
"Isn't the so-called education just like this?"
Elder Luo asked in a matter-of-fact manner. "Throw away the unimportant things and bring the greatest pain to people. Let people know fear, understand taboos, and accept domestication. Only then can they live freely under the rules and understand their own shallowness and mistakes. Only then can they face this world correctly and find the path to victory in hell …"
Huai Shi was actually speechless. After being stunned for a long time, he rudely sighed. "You old man, there must be something wrong with your brain."
"Isn't that right? Are there any normal people among the sublimators? "
Elder Luo asked. "Little brat, if you want to live in this hellish world, you need more than just courage. Sometimes, you also need a little bit of madness … Coincidentally, I don't lack this kind of thing. As a teacher, shouldn't I give this to you?"
"Then you're really considerate."
Huai Shi retorted. "Are you sure I can learn it?"
"I think you'll definitely be gifted."
Elder Luo grinned and laughed weirdly. "Seeing that you've learned the Yu Steps by yourself, today's lesson will start with the simplest drumming structure and style —"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his left hand toward Huai Shi and assumed a strange attacking posture. The muscles on his ashen face curled up into a sinister smile.
"As for the problem of the teaching method being too rough, you don't have to mind, okay?"
"This is your home. Everything is yours. If you break it, just don't make me pay for it."
Huai Shi shrugged indifferently and slowly opened his hands to show him the knife and axe. He smiled. "Just in time. I also have a tornado that destroys the parking lot. I want you to see it."
In the next moment, Huai Shi stepped forward.
Then, a roar broke through the air.
And so, Huai Shi's fifteen-day fat otaku happy class began.
.
.
"Cave Demon, Cave Demon, I'm Dong Guai. Please reply if you hear me."
"Cave Demon, Cave Demon, I'm Dong Guai. Please reply if you hear me."
"Cave Demon, Cave Demon …"
"You hear me. Aren't you annoying? Also, what the hell is a cave demon? And what the hell is a Dong Guai? "
In the corner of the busy street, the silent vending machine finally made a sound, just like the Coke and iced black tea shaking as it replied to a person.
Through the thick machine, the voice had a hint of feminine hoarseness and gentleness, as well as a deep sense of helplessness.
"Isn't this very intimate?"
Yoo Dong-ri leaned against the vending machine with a cigarette in his mouth and patted the top of the machine intimately. "Who are we … Did you find what I wanted?"
Bang.
With a soft sound, a can of Happy Drink fell out of the vending machine.
Yoo Dong-ri picked it up and opened it. However, there was no Happy Drink in it. Instead, it was stuffed with a thick roll of paper. After pulling it out, it curled up into a pile.
"Everything you wanted is here." The 'vending machine' said.
"Thank you very much."
Yoo Dong-ri whistled.
"You're welcome. I owe you."
Yoo Dong-ri lowered his head and looked at the complicated records on the paper. After a long time, he sighed unhappily, "It's all a bunch of trivial matters."
"Isn't this what the so-called clans and clans are like? It hasn't changed since the primitive era when everyone fought over mammoths. In the past, it was water and land. Now, it's money. It's all the same. "
The vending machine said coldly, "The Yin Clan is just a small clan in Jinling. The Huai Clan … only has a seventeen-year-old child now. His great-grandfather, Huai Guang, isn't a big shot either. Although they had a bit of a reputation back in the days when they were expanding the borders, they're still a pig. Is there anything worth your attention?"
"What an ill-fated relationship."
Yoo Dong-ri scratched his head and sighed helplessly, "It's a long story …"
"I don't mind listening to it slowly."
"Is it possible to change the location and situation?" Yoo Dong-ri smiled awkwardly and looked at the people who were pointing at him in the distance. He sighed softly, "Everyone must think that the person who chatted with a vending machine is crazy."
"You've always been crazy, Yoo Dong-ri. But the reason you're crazy is definitely not because of chatting with a vending machine." The vending machine suddenly asked, "Four years ago, when the Feuerbach Mansion incident happened, you were at the scene, right?"
"…"
Yoo Dong-ri's smile stiffened and he fell silent.
"The vicious curse attack, right? Although it was covered up by the Astronomy Association, there are still traces that can't be erased. "The vending machine said," You don't have much time left. Why care about other people? "
"This has nothing to do with you."
Yoo Dong-ri finally stopped smiling. His expression became cold, "You investigated me?"
"Yoo Dong-ri, I thought we were friends."
"I won't be friends with a vending machine," he replied coldly, "especially when this vending machine is investigating me behind my back!"
The vending machine did not say anything.
In the long silence, Yoo Dong-ri's expression gradually collapsed and became helpless.
"Okay, it's my fault. Don't be angry." He sighed and lit another cigarette, "Everyone has some dark history. It's like underwear. When it's seen, it's always embarrassing."
The vending machine was not angry. She just said, "I'm waiting for your 'long story'."
"It's a long story. There's nothing to say."
Yoo Dong-ri scratched his head helplessly.
"Do you think he looks like you?"
"… I don't think so? Okay, he does look a little like me. "
Yoo Dong-ri's expression became conflicted, "But … you know that, right? That kind of kid looks like he's always smiling, but in fact, he's always depressed. He hates everything, including himself. Sometimes he's very annoying, but sometimes he makes people feel that they can't be left alone at all.
You see, after all, we've known each other for so long. If something happens to him in the future and he regrets it for the rest of his life, he'll make it seem like it's my fault … "
"Guess what?"
The vending machine's tone became mocking, "You're not the only one who thinks so."
It seemed to be hinting at something.
Thus, Yoo Dong-ri was completely defeated. He raised his hands and begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, sister. Just treat it as a dying concern."
After a short silence, the vending machine sighed softly, "You've become indecisive, Yoo Dong-ri."
"Haven't I become more like an ordinary person?"
"Yes, congratulations." The vending machine asked mockingly, "Is being a cowherd that happy?"
"You think being a cowherd is happy?" Yoo Dong-ri widened his eyes, "Wrong, you can't imagine the happiness of being a cowherd!"
"So, Mr. Happy Cowherd, what are you going to do?"
"How would I know?"
Yoo Dong-ri smoked and lowered his head, "As an outsider, I have no room to intervene at all, okay? What else can I do other than blindly worry? "
The vending machine said no more.
She had already left.
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