Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 186: Wind Ghost (Part 2)
Chapter 682 Wind Ghost (Part 2)
【You are too superstitious about your 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 armor. 】
This is the **** Mallos, what he stopped Rolf from speaking one afternoon when they were still in Mindyth Hall.
【I know His Highness trusts you very much, more than the Xinghu Guard... It is an honor, but it is also a burden, so, in order not to let you slow down and endanger His Highness, you have to join the daily training of the guards, no matter how much they despise you and laugh at you You isolate you... Besides, you have to practice more every day according to the plan I made, 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's a wise decision for His Highness to believe you, but since my job is to fill in the loopholes for his unwise decisions ...]
【Are you not convinced? How about this, I won't bully you, but that kid named Nexi over there is the most junior in the guard, 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, Rolf touched the pair of cold and hard crystal alloy prosthetic limbs through his clothes.
This pair of prosthetic limbs was put on again after they were defeated by the man in black.
They are completely different from the hastily built prosthetics that have been with him for many years and are aimed at walking.
【This pair of prosthetic limbs—be careful, they are very heavy—was built according to the orders of Captain Mallos. Although it is only a test product of Master Punk, if you ask me, it is probably better than the pair given to the Grand Duchess. Glasses are even more expensive...Of course, I also offer a little suggestion, after all, it is my...to be precise, it is ordered in the name of my fiancee, I, I don't want to use the money of the Casso family... 】
This is what that **** Wyah Castle said when he came back from the outside one day and pushed the big box in front of him to him.
Master Ka Suo, who always likes to pretend to be hard and simple, but who has never experienced any hardship since he was a child, and his worries are all moaning without illness, took out a pen and paper at that time, Seriously.
【Here is the high-pressure gas cylinder, here is the switch, here is the adjustment knob, and this bag is for replacement parts. Master Punk has instructed you not to disassemble it without permission, and you have to report your experience with me regularly so that the master can improve and upgrade... I suggest you start practicing tonight, after all, this thing will test your control...]
The three swordsmen are getting closer.
Looks like they want to fight together to avoid surprise attacks like their companions.
Rolf finds the **** switches on his calf—if he still has them—and turns one of them on.
At that moment, Rolf's figure shook violently!
The air that was compressed to the limit was controlled by him with all his energy, and it was tightly pressed into the four crystal alloy bottles of the two prosthetic limbs.
【Once the high-pressure gas cylinder is opened, most of your abilities will be spent controlling the air pressure inside to bind the air, so you can only fight with the most basic actions, don't look at me, said Chief Mallos Yes, this can exercise your control, and only in this way can you use the air more efficiently at critical moments and surprise your opponent...]
Rolf was engrossed and did not dare to relax for a moment.
[You have to adjust the air volume and choose the timing yourself. If you can't control it well, at this level of air pressure, um, fractures are just trivial...]
Nonsense.
Rolf stabilized his figure and thought coldly.
If this is not well controlled, I would have been suffocated, choked to death, and drowned in Hongfang Street by my own blood eight years ago!
Which round will he get this noble young master and that "fear of sharp blades"-these people who still have at least two legs will come and chatter at him!
【So, Rolf, I suggest that you still walk with those old cold legs, bah bah, I mean old prosthetics... when it comes to critical moments, um, I mean, unless, unless it is absolutely necessary, no When you will die if you try your best...]
Go to Nima's old cold legs.
Rolf stood up slowly but steadily, the air in the high-pressure bottle was only suppressed by his ability, unable to move.
"Now!"
Three enemies rushed forward with roars, three machetes coming from three directions at the same time!
This time, Rolf did not immediately resort to supernatural powers to deal with it as before, but calmly observed the opponent's movements and turned to avoid it.
Now, he is no longer what he used to be.
He has learned how to fight more efficiently, such as not wasting energy in fighting to blow up strong winds, such as not playing with meaningless human kites...
Instead, it is to reduce the scale, improve concentration and control, such as relying on local airflow accurately and subtly, or to strengthen one's own attack, or to block the enemy's actions.
For example...
"Hoo hoo——"
The sound of the wind blew past the tracks of the three blades.
The wind is not strong, and people who are not in it can't even notice it. It can only deflect the blade that breaks the air a little bit.
But this is enough.
Rolf turned around just right, and two blades swept across his body, one in front and one in the back, with a slight difference, one of them even cut his clothes.
As for the third knife, because of this, it was out of touch with the other two, and it was a little slower.
At that moment, Rolf, who was sandwiched between the three, had a sharp look in his eyes.
OK.
He kicked the ground and raised his legs, and the target was the third person!
The ability moves with the heart, and the air in a high-pressure bottle pours out instantly, like a mountain torrent!
Shua.
Rolf's kick speeds up instantly!
Boom!
Among the chilling loud impact, before the third swordsman slashed at Rolf, he was kicked 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.
But it's not over yet.
Rolf landed on his front foot, turned around again, and the other leg—to be precise, the prosthetic limb—swept back!
Shua.
Another high-pressure gas cylinder exploded in an instant, pushing his leg to slam the first knifeman with unparalleled air pressure!
"Boom—boom!"
There was a crisp fracture sound.
Before the first swordsman had time to scream, the whole person flew up sideways and bumped into the second swordsman, and the two flew out one after the other, hitting the wall!
Boom!
Amidst the terrible impact, the warehouse shook, kicking up a lot of dust and cobwebs.
At this moment, the two machetes fell to the ground with a clatter.
As for the instigator of all this—Rolf spun around on the spot, retracted his legs, landed, leaned over, and let go of the momentum.
Short and crisp.
In one go.
When the dust dispersed, everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar!
"Fuck -"
"Who is this..."
"Is it a supernatural power?"
"The end swordsman! The power of the end!"
Nekla, Fogg, Duro...the expressions of all the people who witnessed this scene changed.
Most people only saw the three swordsmen cooperating to attack, but before they touched their opponents, they were hit by a terrifying roundabout kick and were knocked into the air at the same time.
And...
Nekla looked at the crack on the wall, and then at the three motionless swordsmen:
The kicked swordsmen didn't even cry after they landed.
Red Viper only felt a slight numbness in his scalp.
"His leg strength - too exaggerated." Gutierrez widened his eyes.
"Where did this guy come from?" Sangarei took a step back subconsciously.
Beside Nekla, Ping, the puppeteer, frowned deeply, while Dumuna from the grassland drew out his scimitar, eager to try.
"Your brother...you're a bit fierce." Among the crowd, Zimikas opened his mouth wide and tugged on Lagorov's sleeve.
Glorver nodded subconsciously.
He also didn't come back to his senses, he just looked at the trembling signboard above his head, unbelievable.
This dumb...
Is it so strong?
Just these simple two legs... Is there anyone in the royal guard who can stop it?
Could it be that he has been hiding it for so long?
As expected of the person who has been with the prince for the longest time...it's too insidious.
Precedent precedes, fear spreads.
The thugs surrounding Rolf looked at me and I looked at you, and no one dared to act rashly anymore.
No one knew that at this moment, Rolf, who was showing off his might, was squatting on the ground, tightly pressing the joint of the prosthetic limb that was excruciatingly painful.
But he can't rest.
Rolf gritted his teeth hard.
Two high-pressure cylinders are already empty.
Taking advantage of the time when the opponent was surprised, he quickly activated the 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.
"The price of this level of attack must not be small," the words of the black-clothed killer came faintly, "It is impossible for him to move like this, otherwise his body will not be able to bear it, so go now."
As soon as this remark came out, Rolf's heart skipped a beat.
Damn it!
The black-clothed killer's words awakened the shocked crowd, and the next second, Du Muna, a prairie man, moved, and the unique prairie scimitar threw an arc rarely seen in Xilu, and attacked him!
Rolfe gritted his teeth and got up, just about to use the same trick to deflect the blade, but the sound of the scimitar breaking the wind made his heart tremble.
Oops, this kind of knife technique and trajectory...is not the attack he is used to.
He's not sure.
Thinking of this, Rolf had no choice but to dodge.
As soon as he retreated, Dumuna's offensive became more intense, and Rolf had no choice but to dodge again and again.
"It seems true," Nekla narrowed his eyes, "The only way he can bluff people is with those legs."
Seeing that someone has exposed the truth, the gang members are encouraged and clamored again.
Encouraged, Gutierrez roared, tightened his armguards and gloves, and attacked from the other side!
Rolfe is under attack from two sides, and the situation is critical at the moment.
Golover gritted his teeth, but Zimikas next to him hugged his arm tightly: "Calm down, calm down, don't go! You will die!"
Rolf dodged Gutierrez's fist in a dangerous posture, and Dumu's scimitar slashed across his shoulder, leaving a bloodstain.
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
But fortunately, within this short time, he finally filled the high-pressure gas cylinder.
Dumna roared angrily, the machete cut through the air, and roared again.
Gutierrez behind him is punching.
Rolf's expression was serious, his knees were slightly bent, and he was ready to fight back.
But at that moment, Rolf looked at Dumuna's blade trajectory and suddenly frowned.
That may be a flaw, but it may also be a trap to lure the enemy. The opponent may have already prepared to dodge.
Own prosthetics may... kick empty.
【Have you ever drawn a bow? Do you know what it means to be empty? 】
After a nearly fatal training session, Wyatt—still holding a pen and paper, looking like an annoying schoolboy, only short of a mustache—sat seriously beside his bed.
It's nonsense again.
I am not you, the second generation of noble officials, who had the opportunity to touch bows and arrows when they were young?
Master Ka Suo of Mahle Gobi, have you ever wandered? Do you know what cold rice means?
Fuck.
As his thoughts turned, Rolf's expression tensed.
At that moment, he forcibly resisted the urge to kick out.
As a price, he dodged Gutierrez behind him, but was cut across his chest by Dumuna's scimitar!
Shua!
A stream of blood burst out.
The sudden pain made his brain stop.
【Remember last week, His Royal Highness Thales made a novice mistake in a hunting gear shop in the town: when trying out the bow, he pulled the string to aim at the air, and then let go of it——the sound is nice, but that is Empty. 】
【Because there is no upper arrow, the huge energy released by the bowstring has nowhere to go, and can only be borne by the bow arm, which is quite a big damage to the bow... The more times it is empty, the better it will be. The bow will also be made useless... Well, no matter what Far Eastern allusions His Highness finds as an excuse, it is useless. He has to spend money to buy that bow, which will make the logistics wing worse...]
Rolf gritted his teeth while observing the enemy in front of him.
Now he is covered in blood and looks really scary.
But after he suffered this knife, he was relieved:
Sure enough, the saber just now had no strength, it was just a feint.
That is to say... If I just kicked out, he will flash past me...
[In short, what I want to say is that the gas cylinder on your leg is like a bow. If you kick it empty after releasing the air pressure, it is like pulling the bow empty. It is all borne by your leg, or in other words, by the connection between the flesh and the prosthetic... Imagine a strong man dragging your prosthetic, snapping it up to your ear in one breath, and then folding it back vigorously...]
【So, if you want to use it, every attack you have must hit the target, because once the kick is empty...well, empty, you know. 】
Wyah's voice disappeared in his ears.
And Rolf's expression tensed instantly.
A breeze passed by Gutierrez's eyes, causing him to squint.
The next second, Rolf kicked with a backspin, and the high-pressure bottle exploded at the right time, pushing his heel with unimaginable force, and landed heavily on Gutierrez's armguard!
"Boom!"
The sound of metal collision and fracture sounded at the same time!
"Ah! Fuck!" Gutierrez howled, and flew backwards.
Rolf turned sideways calmly, stood firmly on the ground, and put his heart down.
Fortunately, it was the enemy's bone that was broken.
This time, he did not "empty".
In the next second, Rolf raised his head, facing Dumuna who saw the opportunity to slash with his knife, he raised his leg and kicked sideways impartially!
Like a desperate fighter.
Dumna was startled at first, then overjoyed, the scimitar slashed at Rolf's raised leg!
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal collisions came out, making Du Muna stunned.
In the faint pain of his knee, Rolf roared!
The ability was released, and the high-pressure gas cylinder exploded.
"Boom!"
The scimitar deformed under the heavy blow, and Dumu Na flew out with the knife and hit the wall hard!
After this round of stunned confrontation, Rolf, who had repelled the two super-level masters, took a deep breath, retracted his legs and landed, and started to store his energy again.
There was silence in the warehouse.
Nekla and Fogg looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"I heard it!"
Looking at the unconscious Dumuna, Ping gritted his teeth and said, "His legs have armor! Metal!"
Armor?
Rolf sneered in his heart.
Armor paralyzes you.
"No!"
Gutierrez, who fell to the ground, struggled and spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.
"Extreme, environment..."
Helped up by his subordinates, he even forgot the pain, and just looked at his deformed hand together with the armguard in horror:
"He is a **** extreme master!"
As soon as this remark came out, the gang members in the warehouse began to whisper, and many people who were close began to shrink back.
Extreme realm.
Not bad.
This is probably the highest evaluation he has received in his life.
Rolf took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
He suddenly discovered that over the years, after experiencing so many moments of life and death, after seeing all kinds of super-level to extreme masters, and after fighting so many different enemies, the battle he knew was no longer It's a street fight between punks,
It is the battlefield against the enemy.
As for him himself, he is no longer the stunned young man who was ridiculed by the Kingdom's Wrath 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 do.
Now, he is...
Rolf stood up again.
The gang members at the front raised their weapons and nervously took half a step back.
The third time, the gas storage is completed.
"Others are very average," at this moment, the black-clothed killer in the shadow of the crowd spoke again, "His strength is all in one pair of legs."
Looking at the killer in black, Rolf frowned slightly.
Damn it.
Among these people, that guy should be the strongest.
Just why...
Why didn't he make a move yet?
Forget it.
According to the plan, first beat out a few difficult ones, lower their morale, and then adjust their positions...
From the corner of his eye, Rolf glanced towards the exit, where the crowd had thinned considerably.
"A master with legs," Nekla said with fear, "Old Fogg, have you heard of it?"
This level of explosive power, once touched, will either cause death or injury.
Even if it is an extreme situation, you must be extremely cautious.
"Creating destruction with instant explosive power...I can only think of the 'Uncrowned Fist' Qinza of the Brotherhood," Fogg said in a deep voice, looking at Rolf differently, "but that guy It's punching."
The black-clothed killer looked at Rolf from a distance, and chuckled lightly:
"Interesting."
The next second, Nekla, who was full of vigilance, waved back, and Dalton behind him suddenly roared and rushed over:
"Clown! Clown! Clown!"
He roared again and again, bumping away all the people who stood in his way, and rushed towards him waving the two chairs in his hand as if he didn't feel any pain at all.
Facing such a wide-ranging and deadly attack, Rolf was shocked and was about to deal with it, but on the other side, Ping threw out two "chaotic soldiers" holding silk threads, flying towards him!
Bang!
The next second, Rolf dodged Dalton's charge in embarrassment, rolled to avoid a "chaotic soldier" with a strange trajectory, and then kicked another one into the air.
But just like before, the Chaos God Soldier flew out countless blades with a snap!
Rolf couldn't dodge it, so he had to sweep his legs, and the blade hit the prosthesis, making a clang.
But the prosthesis is not a shield, he was still hit by a blade after all, and he backed away with a muffled grunt.
"Sure enough," Ping sneered, pulling the silk thread and pulling back another Chaos God Weapon, "With strength, there is no agility—crazy, continue!"
Damn it.
Rolf endured the pain and pulled out the blade.
On the other side, Dalton, who once hit another wall, roared again and rushed towards him!
Since the situation is critical, Rolf took a deep breath.
OK.
No way.
His hands hang down naturally, through his trousers, covering the knobs on the prosthetic.
Looking at Dalton's peace, Rolf's expression sank.
Originally, this was prepared for that Nexi, and it was used unexpectedly when he was facing him for the second duel.
But now, it's cheap for these people.
Wyana's annoying voice sounded again:
【Ah, His Highness saw it last time. He called this smile 'cutting the prosthetic leg', which probably means 'switching the function of the prosthetic limb'. Although I don't know why it is called that... But he asked me Tell you: develop a good habit, don't forget to cut off the artificial leg...]
Cut the artificial leg...
"Go to hell, clown! Go to hell!" Dalton's roar became more and more violent, and the puppet of Chaos God was also close in front of him.
Rolf's pupils shrank.
This time, he closed the four main mouths of the high-pressure cylinder, and opened the second knob—it is arranged in the two prosthetic limbs and connected to the eight small outlets of the high-pressure cylinder.
In contrast, they cannot provide the power of gathering thousands of weights in one point like the former, but they can...
The next second, Rolf's feet lightly touched the ground, and he jumped two meters in an instant, leaping out of Dalton's attack range with a slight difference!
Always vigilant and ready to strike at any time, the Red Viper was stunned when he saw this:
So fast!
The chaos **** soldiers flew over and blocked Rolf's path, but amidst the exclamation, he lightly kicked the wall obliquely, and the whole person took advantage of the momentum to rise again!
He jumped over the blades of the two Chaos God Soldiers, and then stepped on the wall in the air to turn around.
But it's not over yet, Rolf grabbed the boom on the roof of the warehouse, turned his body upside down, and kicked on the ceiling with one leg!
The next moment, the unbelievable Ping only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Rolf, who flashed an afterimage, landed right in front of his eyes.
"You—"
Ping only had time to say a word before Rolf hit his forehead with an elbow and passed out.
The Chaos God Soldier, which had lost control of its master, fell to the ground, struggling feebly with its clockwork unwinding.
"No! Everyone! Kill him!" The Red Viper, who lost his hands one after another, was furious.
"The clown must die!"
Dalton roared and rushed towards him!
But Rolf just smiled slightly, he dodged the two thugs, and once the energy was stored, he rushed to the wall again, kicked and jumped, and rose into the air!
Under the unbelievable eyes of many people, Rolf was nimble and light like a bat, flitting across the entire warehouse.
The air penetrated through his prosthetic limb, burst out successively through different air ports, and recoiled against the wall or the ground or even the ceiling, borrowing energy for him to move.
As long as there is a point of leverage...
Rolf landed lightly into the crowd and at the same time attracted Dalton, who knocked one piece into the air and knocked down another.
"No, be careful—"
"Don't hit me!"
"Crazy - no!"
"Ahhh!"
Amidst the howls of misery, wherever Rolf went, everyone was turned on their backs.
The next second, the moment Dalton was about to hit Rolf, Rolf dodged again and walked away in the afterimage, leaving Dalton howling wildly behind him.
Stepping on the window, stepping on the wall, flipping through the air, landing, galloping, dodging...
Under the blessing of "Cutting the Prosthetic Leg", Rolf galloped happily, while walking Dalton behind him, while enjoying the panic of the helpers amidst the panicked voices.
"Throw a flying knife!"
"Damn you threw it at me!"
"Behind!"
"Stupid, he's up there!"
"Don't block me!"
"Fuck that lunatic rushing over here!"
"Hold on!" Nekla shouted angrily in the warehouse.
At this moment, Rolf's battlefield is no longer the ground, but every inch of space, every corner.
If the gas cylinder is almost exhausted, he will restrain himself a little and even look for opportunities to replenish it. Once the gas cylinder is full, he will repeat the same trick.
But Rolf himself felt very strange.
When he was in the underworld on the street, with the help of supernatural powers, the "ghost with the wind" was known for his agility and ghostly figure.
Ever since Red Square Street changed overnight and his legs were broken, whether it was the sharp change in balance and center of gravity, the distraction of the ability to assist breathing, or the sharp decline in the control of his legs, all these things Let him walk with difficulty, move clumsily, and his strength will never be restored.
He once thought that he would never be able to gallop among the enemies like before.
But now...
Rolf spun around in the air, kicked off the wall, and the air pressure pushed him back.
It's been a long time, he hasn't had such a good time in a long time.
Now...
While moving and jumping, he closed his eyes and relied on the wind to identify the direction
Now, in another way, he has 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! At most, it has to do with the knowledge and experience accumulated over the years, as well as his own It’s related to unremitting penance. At most, at most, um, at most, it’s related to that young master Ka Suo, no, to be precise, it’s related to the money paid by his fiancée, but that’s simple, he just needs to pay back the money in installments.)
Also recovered his former identity.
With the wind...with the wind...
"Fuck! He flipped out so far with a light step, did he have springs on his feet!" Nekla pushed away a subordinate who hit him, cursing fiercely.
Fogg is full of doubts:
"He was in the air, how did he find the point of strength?"
Is it some kind of rare finishing power?
"In addition to his amazingly powerful and heavy legs, he is also fast, flexible in his steps, with a light body and good jumping ability." Outside the crowd, the black-clothed killer nodded slightly in admiring tone, "I didn't expect that, There are still such masters under Xiaodaozi."
"You didn't, didn't you say, your brother has bad legs and feet!" Zimikas, like most people who just want to avoid, crouched down with his head in his arms, while carefully looking at the wall to the ceiling. , Rolf running around, while avoiding the rampant Dalton.
"Of course, if you have good legs and feet," Glover gritted his teeth to block the dust falling from the ceiling, "who the **** walks like that!"
For a moment, Rolf flew up and down, not many people were directly killed by him, but the chaos and mental stress caused by the crowd were immeasurable.
Finally, when Dalton fell headlong and could no longer move forward, Rolf landed lightly.
He got up slowly and re-stored his energy by the way.
In front of him, the helpers backed away in panic and panic.
The red viper and the wanderer behind him are exposed.
Rolf slightly raised his head, his gaze was directed at Nekla.
Seeing that avoidance was inevitable, Nekla swallowed subconsciously.
It's very strange—Rolf suddenly realized: Nekla, the famous, vicious and vicious Red Viper, is vigilant, apprehensive, nervous, and... afraid?
Afraid of that... the trash whose legs were crippled by him?
Rolf was in a daze.
The red viper glanced at the man in black, but although the latter was observing the situation, he remained silent and indifferent.
Like an outsider.
Damn it!
"Hey, Fogg, old man," Nekla, who had no choice but to look at Fogg, showed a long-lost friendly smile, "Old rules, two against one?"
But Fogg ignored him, he just focused on Rolf.
"With your skill, it's impossible to be inferior to Catherine. No, you can't even be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang!"
Fogg said coldly:
"Who the **** are you!"
At that moment, Rolf was in a trance.
Who is he?
The ghost with the wind, of course - no.
Rolfe's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood.
That's it.
He lowered his head, looked at his hands, then at his legs, and then took a deep breath.
He is not.
He is not a ghost with the wind.
Not anymore!
That's right, he is still a "ghost". In Mancao Manor, that "ghost" who came from a humble background and was not worth mentioning. , a "ghost" struggling to survive.
However.
But from today on—no, to be precise, it is unknown when, he no longer rises with the wind, settles with the situation, drifts with the current, struggles with fate, and rises and falls with the waves.
The former "following the wind" ghost has long since died.
Die in a **** night on Red Square Street.
Rolf raised his head and looked at Nekla.
The reason why he made the move today was not for the prince's mission, nor for Catherine, nor even for Nekla.
But for himself.
He stepped on the ground~IndoMTL.com~The feedback from his legs was the unique friction and collision of metal and flesh and blood.
What surged in his chest was unparalleled surge and joy.
One night on Hongfang Street, he was spurned, abandoned, and abandoned by the wind he had been following.
Hesitant, hopeless and confused.
However, during that night in the Grass Manor, and even in the countless days and nights after that...
Under the witness of the night sky and starlight, he recaptured...
The wind of fate.
Rolf's eyes sharpened, and he looked at the gnashing red viper.
From that moment on, standing here facing the enemy, facing life, and facing himself is the reborn Midilla Rolfe.
It's really...
The ghost of the wind.