Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 186: Wind Ghost (Part 2)

【You are too superstitious about your own ability, you have to use it every time you make a move, but you must know that it is just a tool and means to win, just like a weapon, like an armor. ]

This is the **** Mallos, who stopped what Rolfe was saying one afternoon when they were in Mindith Hall.

【I know that Your Highness trusts you very much, even more than the Star Lake Guards... This is an honor, but it is also a burden, so, in order not to let you drag your feet and endanger His Highness, you must join the daily training of the guards, no matter how they despise you and laugh at you. You isolate you... In addition, you have to follow the plan I made and practice every day. This is an order. ]

[Don't get me wrong, I don't care or care about you, in fact I don't know you at all, and I don't think it was a wise decision for His Highness to believe you, but given that my job is to fill in the holes for his ill-advised decisions ...]

【You are not convinced? That's it, I won't bully you, just that kid called Nexi over there, who is the least senior in the guards, you fight him one-on-one, if you win, you don't have to obey this order, how about it? ]

Damn Terrorblade.

Facing the enemy, Rolfe touched the pair of cold and hard Lithium alloy prostheses through his clothes.

This prosthesis was replaced by him after they were defeated by the man in black.

They are completely different from the hastily built prosthesis that has accompanied him for many years, aiming at walking.

[This pair of prosthetics—be careful, it's heavy—was built at the orders of Captain Majoros, and although it's only a test item for Master Punk, I'm afraid it's bigger than the one given to the Grand Duchess Glasses are more expensive... Of course, I also offer a little advice, after all, it was ordered by me... Exactly, in the name of my fiancee, I, I don't want to use the money of the Caso family... ]

Here's what that **** Wyah Caso said one day when he came back from outside and pushed the big box in front of him.

The young master Caso, who always likes to pretend to be hard, simple and bitter, but who has never had any hardship since he was a child, and who worries about everything in his eyes, took out a pen and paper at that time, Seriously.

[Here is the high pressure gas cylinder, this is the switch, this is the adjustment knob, this bag is the replacement part. Master Punk has instructed not to disassemble it without permission, and you should report to me regularly about your experience, so that the master can improve and upgrade... I suggest you start practicing tonight, after all, this thing is quite a test of your control...]

The three knives are getting closer.

Looks like they want to strike together and avoid surprise attacks like their comrades.

Rolf's calf -- if he still has it -- find those rotary switches and turn one of them on.

At that moment, Rolfe's body shook violently!

The air that was compressed to the limit was controlled by him with all his energy, and it was firmly squeezed into the four pitch alloy bottles of the two prosthetic limbs.

[Once the high-pressure gas bottle is opened, most of your abilities will be spent on controlling the air pressure inside to restrain the air, so you can only fight with the most basic moves, don't look at me, Chief Mallos said Now, this can exercise your control, and only in this way can you use the air more efficiently at critical moments and surprise your opponent...]

Rolfe was so focused, he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

【You have to adjust the air volume and choose the timing yourself. If the control is not good, the air pressure of this level, um, fractures are only a small matter...]

Bullshit.

Rolfe stabilized, thinking coldly.

If this was not well controlled, Lao Tzu would have been suffocated, choked, and drowned in Hongfang Street by his own blood eight years ago!

Which round will I get this noble young master and that "fear of sharp knives" - these people who have at least two legs to screech at him!

[So, Rolf, I suggest you walk with those old cold legs, blah blah, I mean the old prosthetics... When the moment comes, um, I mean, unless, as a last resort, no When I'm going to die as hard as I can...]

Go to Nima's Old Cold Legs.

Rolfe stood up slowly but steadily, the air in the high-pressure bottle just suppressed by his ability, unable to let it go.

"Now!"

Three enemies roared and rushed forward, three machetes, from three directions at the same time!

This time, Rolfe did not immediately resort to supernatural powers as before, but calmly observed the opponent's movements and turned to avoid it.

Now, he is no longer his past self.

He learned how to fight more efficiently, such as not wasting energy blowing strong winds in battle, such as not playing that meaningless human kite...

Instead, reduce the scale and increase concentration and control, such as precision and subtlety by local air currents, or to strengthen your own attack, or to block the enemy's movement.

For example...

“Whoosh—”

The wind sounded, brushing the tracks of the three blades.

The wind is not strong enough to be noticed by those who are not in it, and it can only deflect the blade of the air-breaking blade a little bit.

But that's enough.

Rolfe spun just right, and two blades swept across his body one after the other. One of them even ripped open his clothes.

And the third knife, just because of this, was out of touch with the other two knives, and was a little slower.

At that moment, Rolfe, who was sandwiched between the three, had a sharp look.

That's it.

He kicked the ground and raised his legs, targeting the third person!

The ability moves at will, and the air in a high-pressure bottle pours out instantly, like a flash flood!

Shhh.

Rolfe's kicks are instantly accelerated!

"Boom!"

In the chilling loud crash, before the third knifeman slashed at Rolfe, he was slammed into the armpit by the latter, and the whole person flew out exaggeratedly, crashing into the crowd , knocked down three or four people one after another.

It's not over yet.

Rolfe lands on his front foot, spins again, and his other leg - a prosthetic, to be exact - sweeps back!

Shhh.

Another high-pressure gas cylinder exploded instantly, pushing his legs to hit the first knifeman with unparalleled air pressure!

"Boom-boom!"

A crisp fracture sounded.

Before the first swordsman could scream, the whole person flew sideways and hit the second swordsman. The two of them flew out on top of each other and hit the wall!

"Boom!"

Amid the terrifying sound of the crash, the warehouse shook, kicking up a lot of dust and cobwebs.

At this moment, the two machetes fell to the ground.

As for the initiator of all this - Rolfe turned around in place, retracted his legs, landed, and bowed down, unloading his momentum.

Simply and neatly.

All in one go.

As the dust dissipated, everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar!

"What the hell—"

"Who is this..."

"Is it an ability?"

"The swordsman of the end! The power of the end!"

Nekra, Fogg, Duro... The people who witnessed this scene all changed their color.

Most people only saw the three swordsmen attacking together, but before they met the opponent, they were kicked with a terrifying roundhouse kick and were knocked into the air at the same time.

And...

Nekra looked at the crack that was knocked out of the wall, and then looked at the three motionless knives:

These kicked knives didn't even cry when they landed.

The red pit viper only felt a little tingling in the scalp.

"His leg strength - too exaggerated." Gutierrez's eyes widened.

"Where did this guy come from?" Sangaret took a step back subconsciously.

Beside Nekra, the puppet performer Ping frowned deeply, while Dumuna from the grassland drew out his machete and was eager to try.

"Your brother... it's a bit fierce." In the crowd, Tsimikas opened his mouth and pulled Laglovo's sleeve.

Glover nodded subconsciously.

He didn't regain his senses either, just looking at the shaking sign above his head, unbelievable.

This dumb...

Is it that strong?

Just these two simple legs...Is there anyone in the royal guard who can stop it?

Has he been hiding for so long?

As expected of the person who has been with the prince for the longest time...too sinister.

The precedent is precedent, and fear spreads.

The thugs around Rolfe look at me, I look at you, no one dares to act rashly for a while.

No one knows that at this moment, Rolfe, who is showing his great power, is squatting on the ground, pressing tightly on the joint of the prosthetic limb that is painfully painful.

But he can't rest.

Rolf gritted his teeth.

High pressure gas cylinders, two empty.

Taking advantage of the opponent's surprise, he quickly activated his ability, and the surrounding air obeyed his call like a servant, and refilled the two empty high-pressure bottles - the four bottles must be kept full of high pressure. , in order to cope with the ever-changing battle situation and perform lethal leg strikes.

"At this level of attack, the price must not be small," the black-clothed killer said faintly. "He can't do this, or his body can't bear it, so let's go now."

As soon as these words came out, Rolfe groaned in his heart.

Damn!

The black-clothed killer woke up the shocked crowd. The next second, Mu Na, the prairie people, moved, and the unique prairie machete threw out a rare arc in the Western Continent and attacked him!

Rolfe gritted his teeth and stood up, just about to use the same ability to deflect the blade, but the sound of the machete's breaking wind made him shudder.

Oops, this knife technique and trajectory...not the kind of offense he's used to.

He wasn't sure.

Thinking of this, Rolfe had to dodge.

After retreating, Dumouna's offensive was even stronger, and Rolfe had to dodge again and again.

"It seems to be true," Nekra narrowed his eyes. "His only bluffing moves are those legs."

Seeing that someone pierced the truth, the people were boosted in confidence, and the clamor began to rise again.

Encouraged, Gutierrez roared, tightened his arm guards and gloves, and attacked from the other side!

Rolfe was attacked from both sides, and the situation was critical.

Glover gritted his teeth, but Zimikas next to him hugged his arm tightly: "Calm down, calm down, don't go! You'll die!"

Rolfe dodged Gutierrez's fist in a thrilling gesture, and Dumu took a machete across his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

He grunted and gritted his teeth.

Fortunately, at this point in time, he finally filled the high-pressure gas cylinder.

Dumuna roared, the machete cut through the air, and roared again.

Gutierrez punches in behind him.

Rolfe froze, knees slightly bent, ready to fight back.

But at that moment, Rolfe frowned suddenly as he looked at the trajectory of Dumunna's blade.

It may be a flaw, but it may also be a trap to lure the enemy, and the opponent may have been prepared to dodge.

Own prosthetic limbs may...kick in the air.

【Have you ever drawn a bow? Do you know what it means to be empty? ]

After a near-dead training session, Wyya — still holding a pen and paper, looking like a nasty little schoolboy, just a mustache — sat sternly beside his bed.

It's **** again.

I'm not the second generation of a noble official like you. Did I have the opportunity to touch bows and arrows when I was a child?

Young Master Ka Suo of Mahle Gobi, have you ever wandered? Do you know what cold rice means?

Fuck.

Rolfe's expression was tense as his thoughts turned.

At that moment, he forcibly resisted the urge to pull out his legs.

As a price, he dodged Gutierrez behind him, only to be slashed across his chest by Dumu's machete!

Shhh!

A stream of blood rushed out.

The sudden pain made his brain freeze.

[Remember last week, His Royal Highness Thales made a rookie mistake at a hunting gear shop in the town: when he tried the bow, he opened the string and then let go - the sound was nice, but that was empty. ]

[Because there is no arrow, the huge energy released by the bowstring has nowhere to go, and can only be endured by the bow arm, which is quite a lot of damage to the bow... The bow is also going to be scrapped... um, so no matter what the Far Eastern allusions to "The Bird of the Bow" are used as excuses by His Royal Highness, he has to spend money to buy that bow, making the logistics even worse...]

Rolfe watched the enemy in front of him, gritted his teeth.

He looks terrifying now, covered in blood.

But after he suffered this knife, he felt relieved:

Sure enough, the knife just now had no power, it was just a feint.

That means...if I just got out of my legs, I'll be flashed by him...

【In short, what I want to say is that the gas bottle on your leg is like a bow. If you kick the air after releasing the air pressure, it is like pulling the bow and emptying it. You can't find the target. It's all borne by your leg, or rather, by the connection between the flesh and the prosthesis...Imagine a strong man dragging your prosthesis, slamming it up to your ear in one breath, and then folding it back vigorously...]

[So, if you want to use it, you have to hit the target with every attack, because once the kick is empty...well, empty, you know. ]

Wya's voice fades away.

And Rolfe's expression instantly tightened.

A breeze passed Gutierrez's eyes, causing him to squint.

The next second, Rolfe kicked his legs backwards, and the high-pressure bottle exploded at the right time, pushing his heels with unimaginable force and hitting Gutierrez's arm guards heavily!

"Bang!"

The sound of metal crashing and fractures rang out at the same time!

"Ah! Fuck!" Gutierrez screamed and flew backwards.

Rolfe calmly turned sideways, stood firm on the ground, and put his heart down.

Fortunately, it was the enemy's bones that were broken.

This time, he didn't "vacate."

The next second, Rolfe raised his head, facing Du Muna, who was looking for a chance to slash with a knife, and kicked his legs sideways!

Like a desperate fighter.

Dumouna was startled at first, then overjoyed, the machete slashed at Rolf's raised leg!

Clang!

The crisp metal collision sound made Du Muna stunned for a moment.

Rolf roared in the faint pain in his knees!

The ability was released, and the high-pressure gas cylinder burst out.

"Bang!"

The machete was deformed under the heavy blow, and Dumu Na flew out with the knife and slammed into the wall!

After this round of stunned duel, Rolfe, who repelled the two super-level masters, took a deep breath, retracted his legs and landed, and resumed his gas storage.

Silence returns to the warehouse.

Nekra and Fogg looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"I heard it!"

Ping looked at Du Muna, who had passed out, and gritted his teeth: "His legs have armor! Metal!"

Armor?

Rolfe sneered inwardly.

Armor you paralyze.

"No!"

Gutierrez, who fell to the ground, struggled and spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.

"Extreme..."

He was supported by his subordinates, even forgetting the pain, just looking at his deformed hand together with the armguard in horror:

"He's a **** extremist!"

As soon as these words came out, the gang members in the warehouse began to whisper, and many people who got close began to flinch.

Extreme.

Not bad.

This is probably the highest rating he has ever received.

Rolfe took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

He suddenly discovered that over the years, after so many moments of life and death, after seeing all kinds of masters ranging from super-level to extreme realms, and after fighting with so many different enemies, the battle he knew was no longer what he knew. It's a street fight of gangsters,

It's the battlefield against the enemy.

As for himself, he is no longer the stunned young man who was mocked by Kingdom Fury for using the Hidden Blade for the first time on the battlefield.

He began to know how to advance and retreat, know how to attack and defend, grasp the rhythm, and know what to give.

Now, he is...

Rolfe stood up again.

The few gang members at the front held up their weapons and stepped back nervously.

The third time, the gas storage is complete.

"Others are ordinary." At this moment, the black-clothed killer in the shadow of the crowd spoke again, "His strength lies in his legs."

Rolfe looked at the killer in black, frowning slightly.

Damn.

Of these people, that guy should be the strongest.

Just why...

Why hasn't he shot yet?

Forget it.

According to the plan, beat a few difficult ones first, lower their morale, and then adjust their positions...

Rolfe glances out of the corner of the eye to the exit, where the crowd has thinned considerably.

"A master with legs," Nekra said timidly, "Old Fogg, have you heard of it?"

With this level of explosive power, once it gets on it, it will either kill or be injured.

Even if it is an extreme state, you should be very afraid.

"Destruction with instant explosive force...I can only think of the Brotherhood's 'Uncrowned Fist' Cenza," Fergie said solemnly, looking at Rolfe with a different look, "but that guy It's a punch."

The killer in black looked at Rolf from a distance and chuckled:

"Interesting."

The next second, the vigilant Nekra waved back, and Dalton behind him suddenly roared and rushed over:

"Joker! Clown! Clown!"

He roared again and again, knocked away everyone in his way along the way, and seemed to feel no pain at all, waving the two chairs in his hand and charging at him.

Faced with such a large-scale and fatal attack, Rolfe was startled and was about to deal with it, but on the other side, Ping threw two "chaotic soldiers" holding silk threads and flew towards him!

Bang!

The next second, Rolfe dodged Dalton's charge in an extremely embarrassing manner, then rolled to avoid a "chaotic soldier" with a strange trajectory, and then kicked another one.

But as before, the Chaos Soldier clicked and flew out countless blades!

Rolfe had no choice but to swipe his legs, and the blade slammed into the prosthesis, clinking.

But the prosthesis is not a shield, he was hit with a blade after all, groaning and backing away.

"Sure enough," Ping sneered as he pulled the silk thread and pulled back another chaotic weapon, "with strength, there is no agility - madman, continue!"

Damn.

Rolfe pulled the blade with pain.

On the other side, Dalton, who once hit another wall, roared again and charged at him!

The situation is critical, Rolfe takes a deep breath.

Okay.

No way.

His hands fall naturally, over his trousers, covering the knobs on his prosthesis.

Rolfe looked at Dalton peacefully, his expression sank.

Originally, this was prepared for that Nexi, and it was used unexpectedly when I was looking for him for the second duel.

But now, it's cheaper for these guys.

Wyana's nasty voice resounded:

[Uh, the last time Your Highness saw it, he called this smile 'cutting the prosthetic leg', which should mean 'switching the prosthetic function', although I don't know why it's called that... but he asked me to Tell you: develop a good habit, don't forget to cut the prosthetic leg...]

Cut the prosthetic leg...

"Death to the clown! Die to death!" Dalton's roar became more and more violent, and the chaotic soldier puppet was also in sight.

Rolfe's pupils shrink.

This time, he closed the four main bottle openings of the high-pressure gas bottle and opened the second knob, which was arranged in the two prosthetic limbs and connected to the eight small air outlets of the high-pressure gas bottle.

In contrast, they don't provide the same power as the former, but they can...

The next second, Rolfe's foot touched the ground lightly, and the whole person jumped two meters in an instant, jumping out of Dalton's attack range by a millisecond!

Always vigilant and ready to attack the red pit viper for a moment:

Quick!

The chaotic soldiers flew and blocked Rolf's path, but in the exclamation, he lightly stomped on the wall, and the whole person recovered!

He crossed the blades of the two Chaos God Soldiers, and then stepped on the wall to turn in the air, and the figure flashed left and right, with absolute height and dexterity, avoiding the countless blades shot by the Chaos God Soldier!

But it's not over yet, Rolf grabs the boom on the top of the warehouse, turns upside down, and kicks one leg on the ceiling!

The next moment, Unbelievable Ping only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and Rolf, who flashed an afterimage, landed in front of him.

"You—"

Ping only had time to say one word when Rolf hit his forehead with an elbow and fainted.

The Chaos Soldier, who lost its master's control, fell to the ground, and the clockwork was not finished, struggling weakly.

"No! Everyone! Kill him!" The red pit viper, who lost manpower one after another, was furious.

"The Joker Must Die!"

Dalton roars at him!

But Rolfe just smiled slightly, he flashed two thugs, and once the gas storage was finished, he rushed to the wall again, kicked and jumped, and rose into the air!

Under the disbelieving gaze of many, Rolfe was as nimble as a bat and swept across the warehouse.

The air penetrated through his prosthetic limb, bursting through different air ports one after another, recoiling against the wall or the ground or even the ceiling, borrowing the energy to move for him.

As long as there is leverage...

Rolfe landed lightly into the crowd, attracting Dalton, who was knocked out and knocked down.

"No, be careful—"

"Don't hit me!"

"Mad - no!"

"Ahhh!"

Amid the screams, wherever Rolfe went, everyone turned on their backs.

The next second, when Dalton was about to hit Rolfe, Rolfe dodged again and walked away in the afterimage, leaving Dalton howling behind him.

Step on the window, against the wall, flip over, fall to the ground, gallop, dodge...

With the blessing of "Cut the Prosthetic Leg", Rolfe galloped happily, walking Dalton behind him while enjoying the horror of the gang members in their panicked voices.

"Throw the knife!"

"Damn you tossed it to me!"

"Behind!"

"Idiot, he's up there!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Fuck that lunatic rushing here!"

"Stop!" Nekra's exasperated roar sounded in the warehouse.

At this moment, Rolf's battlefield is no longer on the ground, but on the north, south, up, down, left and right, every inch of space, every corner.

If the gas cylinder is about to run out, he will retreat a little and even look for opportunities to replenish it. Once the gas cylinder is full, he will repeat the same trick.

But Rolfe himself felt strange.

While in the street, the "Ghost of the Wind" is known for its agility and ghostly figure with the help of supernatural powers.

Since the overnight accident on Hongfang Street and his legs were completely broken, whether it was a sharp change in balance and center of gravity, or the distraction of supernatural energy caused by assisting breathing, or a significant drop in leg control, these things have all been Make him walk hard, move clumsily, and make it difficult to regain his strength.

At one point he thought that he would never be able to gallop through enemies like he used to.

But now...

Rolfe spins in the air, kicks against the wall, and the air pressure pushes him back.

It's been a long time, he hasn't been so happy for a long time.

Now...

During the leap, he closed his eyes and relied on the wind to identify the direction

Now, in another way, he's found what he used to be best at.

(Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely has nothing to do with the complicated, annoying and painful special training plan formulated by Mallos! It is related to unremitting penance. At most, at most, um, at most, it has to do with that young master Caso, no, to be precise, it is related to the money from his fiancée, but it is simple, he just repays the money in installments.)

Also found his former identity.

With the wind...with the wind...

"Fuck! He flipped out so far with a single step, did he have springs on his feet!" Nekra pushed away a subordinate who had bumped into him, cursing fiercely.

Frog is full of doubts:

"How did he find his focus in the air?"

Is it some kind of rare end force?

“In addition to his amazingly strong legs, he is also quick in movement, flexible in his steps, light in body, and has a good jumping ability.” Outside the crowd, the killer in black nodded lightly in an admiring tone, “I didn’t expect that, There are such masters under Xiaodaozi."

"You're not, you're not saying, your brother's legs are bad!" Like most people who just want to hide, Tsimikas bowed his head with his head in his arms, looking cautiously from the wall to the ceiling , Rolf, who is running around everywhere, while avoiding the rampant Dalton.

"Of course, if the legs are good," Glover gritted his teeth to block the dust falling from the ceiling, "who walks like this!"

For a moment, Rolf flipped up and down. He directly killed few people, but the chaos and mental stress caused by the crowd were immeasurable.

Finally, when Dalton fell headfirst and could no longer run, Rolfe landed lightly.

He gets up slowly, refilling his gas by the way.

In front of him, the embarrassed and terrified gang clattered back.

Shows the red pit viper and wanderer behind him.

Rolfe raised his head slightly, staring straight at Nekra.

Seeing that it was inevitable, Nekra swallowed.

Strange - Rolf suddenly realized that Nekra, the famous red pit viper, was on guard, fearful, nervous,... afraid?

Afraid of that... the trash who lost his legs?

"Frog," Nekra looked at Ferg with a friendly smile, "Old rule, two-on-one?"

But Fergie ignored him, he just stared at Rolfe.

"With your skills, it's impossible to be under Kathleen, no, it can't even be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

Frog said coldly:

"Who the **** are you!"

At that moment, Rolfe was in a trance.

Who is he?

Of course the ghost of the wind - no.

Rolfe's heart shuddered, and he suddenly realized ~IndoMTL.com~ That's it.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, looked at his legs, and took a deep breath.

He is not.

He's not a ghost.

Not anymore!

Yes, he is still a "ghost". In the Vine Grass Manor, the "ghost" who came from a humble background and is not worth mentioning, the one who carried the heavy and difficult past, dragged the crippled body, and survived. , the "ghost" struggling to survive.

But.

But since today—no, exactly, I don't know when, he no longer rises with the wind, goes with the wind, goes with the flow, struggles with fate, and rises and falls with the waves.

The ghost of "The Wind" has long since died.

Died in a **** night on Hongfang Street.

Rolf raised his head to look at Nekra.

The reason why he took action today was not for the prince's mission, nor for Catherine, nor even for Nekra.

But for himself.

He stepped on the ground with one foot, and what his legs fed back to him was the unique friction and collision of metal and flesh.

What surged up in my chest was unparalleled surging and carefree.

One night on Hongfang Street, he was spurned, abandoned, abandoned by the wind he had been following.

However, that night at the Vineyard Manor, and countless days and nights after that...

Under the starlight, he recaptured...

The wind of fate.

Rolfe glanced sharply at the gnashing red pit viper.

From that moment on, standing here facing the enemy, facing life, facing himself, is the reborn Midra Rolfe.

It's true...

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