Chapter 109: Dr. Ryan
Plague Swamp Base.
On the ring in the training hall, Ryan was sparring with a fighter named Mike. The wind was whistling, and the punches were hitting flesh and flesh. The fight was extremely intense.
Below the stage, the crowd of spectators cheered and clapped enthusiastically.
Just at this moment, three young people, two men and one woman, dressed gorgeously, walked into the training hall.
The way they were dressed didn't fit in with the people in the training hall.
The three of them were obviously more like the group of noble young masters and young ladies living in the "Mechanical City" rather than the low-level wasteland hunters.
The scavengers saw the three people, but no one paid much attention to them.
They knew very well that this kind of hunting activity was an opportunity for hunters to make a lot of money, but for those young masters and young ladies from big families who had no worries about food and clothing, it was just a "picnic trip" that they were forced to take because of the rules of the "Glorious City".
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Even inside the room, the woman in tight clothes had a red scarf covering her face.
This is a habit held by some of the imperial noble ladies, because they feel that vulgar commoners are not worthy of seeing their appearance, as if being stared at by poor eyes is a blasphemy to their noble status.
"Brother, what's so good about this camp training hall? The really powerful hunters have all gone out to hunt, and there are only a few who can fight left in the camp..."
The masked woman looked bored and tugged at the sleeve of the young man in black next to her.
After a pause, a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes, and she suggested, "How about we sneak out to hunt?"
The young man in black glanced at his sister unhappily and said, "Feiya, don't let your imagination run wild... If mother knew that you wanted to sneak out of the base, she would put you in solitary confinement and not even let you come down from the mechanical city!"
After a pause, he continued, "Also, don't underestimate the liar hunters of the Glorious City. Didn't the teacher say that the liar hunters here have been wandering in the wasteland all year round and have a fierceness in them. Their martial arts may not be very advanced, but they have honed many practical killing moves in actual combat. It's rare for us to leave the imperial capital and come to the Glorious City where martial arts flourish. It's helpful to see more and gain more knowledge to hone our own martial arts..."
"Hmph! Boring~"
The masked woman disagreed and said, "I have now mastered the [Ten Hands], and I am almost at the entrance of [Storm Cutting] and [Wind Walk]. Who among the first-level fighters can beat me? It is better for me to practice in the training room by myself instead of watching these low-level wasteland hunters' crude martial arts."
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Hearing this, the young man in black shook his head.
He was about to say something when the other white-faced young man beside him smiled and said, "Brother Wumu, what Junior Sister Feiya said is actually true. The fighters in this training hall are all ordinary disciples of major martial arts halls. They are not even registered disciples. Their level is indeed limited. Not to mention the ultimate martial arts, there are not many people who know even the best martial arts..."
Having said that, he glanced at the masked girl beside him again, a hint of flattery flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "For a fighting genius like Junior Sister Fei Ya, these crude moves are naturally not very useful. It doesn't matter whether you watch them or not..."
The red-dressed girl seemed to enjoy what she heard. She raised her snow-white neck slightly and said proudly, "Humph, that's it!"
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The young man in black named Wum listened, shook his head, and said nothing more.
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This fair-faced young man was none other than August Winster, the eldest son of the Winster family, the head of the five major families in the "City of Glory".
He was also the guy who was whipped for trying to torture Ryan.
If the elders of the Winster family had not gone to the prison to pick him up and sent him here to participate in the land reclamation, he would still be in prison now.
Of course, there is a deeper meaning.
Letting August come also means keeping him company.
Because the identities of the two siblings, Feiya and Wum, are very special, they are the eldest son and daughter of the president of the "Sunflower Chamber of Commerce", the official chamber of commerce in Omar!
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The black-robed young man named Wum ignored his sister and August and walked directly to the arena where the sparring was taking place.
He stared at Ryan and Mike who were fighting fiercely on the stage, his eyes flickering, and muttered softly: "As expected, the fighters who have been hunting in the wilderness for many years are much more ruthless than the brothers in the gym... This kind of competition can be regarded as a real battle."
Because it was a fight for gambling, Mike on the stage did not hold back. His punches and kicks were powerful and ferocious, like a tiger with bared teeth.
This is completely .
Rough and brutal, but closer to actual combat.
Wumu seemed to understand something: "Is this what the teacher wants me to see..."
Since her brother refused to leave, the masked girl was forced to come and watch the fight on the ring.
She only glanced at him a few times and said disdainfully, "Humph, what's so good about using the Tiger Fist like this?"
August also said at the right time: "Indeed, Junior Sister Feiya's ultimate skill [Cannon Fist] is almost at the entry level. This kind of regressive martial arts is really nothing to behold."
Wum, who was standing aside, pursed his lips as he looked at Mr. Winter who wanted to pursue his sister.
The families are well-matched, and although they are a bit glib, there's nothing much to say.
He just shook his head and said, "Although their martial arts are not of high grade, their sharp intuition honed in actual combat and their ingenious integration of basic martial arts are definitely worth learning from."
The masked girl obviously didn't listen and snorted, "Humph... I don't think there is anything I can learn from them."
Wum didn't say anything more and watched the competition on the ring seriously.
Suddenly, he seemed to have caught something different, and asked his sister next to him, "Feiya, who do you think will win between the two people on the stage?"
"It must be the big guy who knows the [Tiger Fist]!"
The masked girl said without hesitation: "He is so big and strong, he is a natural fighter. He has an absolute advantage in strength among the same level. There is no way that the guy wearing a mask can win..."
Wumu raised her eyebrows slightly, "But I think... the guy wearing the crow mask has a better chance of winning?"
"How is that possible?"
When the masked girl heard this, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
Although he didn't like his brother's meddling in other people's affairs, after all, his brother was a rare fighting genius recognized by the teachers, so naturally he had a good vision.
She looked at Ryan's figure carefully, blinked and said, "The masked guy is so much smaller, brother, do you think he will win?"
Wum obviously looked more carefully, and pointed at Ryan and said, "Didn't you see that even in such an intense fight, the guy with the crow mask didn't have any disorder in his breathing and footwork? This is either because he is too familiar with the opponent's attack routine, or he still has some strength to spare."
The masked girl didn't notice anything unusual and said disapprovingly, "Tsk~ Why didn't I see that? I could see that he didn't dare to fight the big guy head-on. He obviously knew that he couldn't match his strength, so he could only rely on roaming around to consume his energy..."
"Look carefully."
Wum carefully observed the breathing rate of Ryan's chest on the ring, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes, and said: "Didn't you notice that both of them are obviously taking the tough path of [Martial Artists], but the breath of the guy wearing the mask is much longer? It feels that his breathing method is more like that of a [Qigong Master]..."
The masked girl took a quick glance and said quietly, "A wasteland hunter of this level is not as powerful as you say. Brother, you are overthinking it..."
Among a group of noobs, if you pick out one who is not so noob, isn’t he still a noob?
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"Hahahaha... Mike, didn't you say you were going to beat up Dr. Ryan's butt? Why haven't you done it yet?"
"Tsk tsk, Dr. Ryan's dodging skills have improved a lot. He was able to fight with Mike for so long."
"Hehe... [Tiger Fist] is fierce, but you have to accumulate power to hit the target. Without the coordination of the rushing movement, it will be difficult for Mike to win..."
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The pace of the game is very fast.
The audience in the audience also followed suit and talked about it, saying it was very exciting.
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Ryan on the stage was also panting heavily due to the fierce fight. He looked at Mike who was gathering strength, his eyes turned, and he was thinking in his heart: "If this guy can't hit me again, he will probably run out of energy..."
[Tiger Fist] is powerful, but it consumes a lot of fighting spirit.
The few missed punches just now made Mike breathe heavily.
The fight was already going well, and Ryan knew that if he avoided it again, Mike would definitely lose the fight.
Ten contribution points don't matter to him, but to Mike and other real low-level scavengers, it's just the reward for one or two days of guarding mission, and the loss is very painful.
Thinking that he would have someone to spar with him in the future, Ryan let the opponent go as usual, deliberately exposed a flaw, rushed forward, and was punched in the chest, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
His acting skills became more and more perfect, but no one noticed anything unusual.
Ryan vomited blood and fell to the ground, quickly admitting defeat: "No more fighting, no more fighting... Mike, you win!"
When he surrendered, he did not forget to deliberately complain: "Damn it... Can't you be a little gentler?"
This level of injury looked like spitting out blood, but for him, it was just a matter of taking a recovery potion.
Mike finally breathed a sigh of relief, as his ten contribution points were finally secured.
He helped Ryan up, patted his shoulder, and asked with a concerned smile: "Haha... Doctor Ryan, are you okay?"
Seeing that Ryan stood up without any injuries, this fellow said in a mean way: "If I had known that you would get beaten today, I would have reserved a bed for you in the hospital. Just go directly..."
Ryan rolled his eyes, "Give me two more days of practice, I'll make sure I beat you into a pig's head next time!"
"Yo...I'm waiting for you!"
Mike had a winner's smile on his face, and said proudly, "Besides anything else, I'll buy you the drinks today! After all, we won ten contribution points..."
The onlookers also enjoyed it and laughed heartily.
As expected, Dr. Ryan, who is addicted to being a wimp, lost again...
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And in the audience, the masked girl watched Mike win, as if she had won too.
"Haha, brother, you guessed wrong!"
She cheered and said, "The guy in the mask lost! The difference in strength can be made up by body movements and skills. But this fighting style makes the margin for error too low. He loses as long as he gets hit by one punch..."
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Wum looked at Ryan on the ground, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
He felt that this masked guy shouldn't have lost, but he did.
Maybe, I'm really overthinking it?
There shouldn't be any particularly powerful beings among the low-level wasteland hunters.
At this time, the masked girl looked at the microphone that was lifted and thrown into the air by the onlookers like a champion, and a look of eagerness flashed in her eyes.
Her competitive spirit was also aroused, and she suggested: "Brother, how about we go on stage and try it too?"
