Chapter 16 Magical Martial Arts
"Alan! I support your deal with Instructor Carter!"
Kelly said to her brother cheerfully.
"It's rare that you're so thoughtful and even made me a bottle of perfume. I'm so touched! Come here and give me a kiss!"
After that, she opened her arms to her brother, pursed her lips, and made a gesture as if she was going to hug Alan and kiss his cheek.
The girl's plump breasts and pouting lips perfectly blend the two beautiful qualities of "sexiness" and "innocence", which are supposed to be completely opposite.
Alan inexplicably recalled the experience in meditation, his heart trembled, and he quickly avoided his sister's burning gaze.
"Stop it, Kelly! I'm not a child anymore!"
"Tsk... You're just a little brat, why are you pretending?"
Kelly curled her lips in disdain, reached out her hand and rubbed her brother's face unscrupulously, then let him go with satisfaction.
"Stinky brother! I want two more bottles of this perfume!"
"As for the wine, go get it from dad yourself!"
…
Two weeks later.
Weekend afternoon.
The campus is quiet and empty.
The autumn wind blows, and the withered yellow leaves roll on the ground.
Inside the gymnasium, a muscular young man with a broad back was sweating profusely as he practiced his martial arts.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Allen was shirtless and punched the sandbag skillfully, making a dull sound.
Like the rhythmic beats of a drum.
Instructor Carter's specially made sandbag, the leather is twice as thick.
The leather bag was filled half with iron sand and half with soybeans.
“H-Hey!!”
Alan followed Instructor Carter's instructions, exerted force from his waist and hips, exhaled and made a loud noise, then threw a punch forward!
The magic power was transformed into a supernatural energy and transmitted forward along the arm.
The arm muscles expanded and contracted violently, like rolling waves, advancing layer by layer!
The suddenly expanded muscle groups looked like bronze mountains.
The sweat that was originally absorbed by the skin was bounced away by the rapidly deformed muscles.
Sweat beads splashed everywhere, sparkling and tiny.
Under the sunlight coming through the window, it turned into a neon light.
All the strength is finally gathered in the fist, injected into the sandbag, and exploded violently.
puff!!
His fist, as big as a sand bowl, hit the sandbag hard.
The sandbag, hit hard, swung backwards suddenly.
It flies to an angle almost parallel to the ground, dissipating the force of the fist and accelerating its return swing.
Alan stood firmly on his horse stance, his eyes as sharp as lightning, staring at the sandbag.
Until the sandbag was about to touch the tip of his nose.
With a shake of his shoulders, his figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air!
The sandbag passed through the afterimage left by Alan and continued to swing unhindered.
At the same time, Alan had moved horizontally three meters away.
Exhaling slowly, Alan nodded in satisfaction.
Half a month of hard training was not in vain.
The "hound step" move just now was just right.
Hound Step, a level 1 magical martial art.
It consumes 1 point of magic power when activated, and moves up to three meters at the maximum speed that the body can withstand.
When Allen used this move, the speed was so fast that it was beyond the limit of human vision.
It looks like teleportation!
Two hours of intensive martial arts training exhausted all physical strength and magic power.
Alan calmed his rapid breathing and took off the sandbag.
Inside the leather bag, there was another small leather bag.
Most of the soybeans between the two layers of leather were crushed into powder.
Alan untied the small leather bag and looked down.
Nearly one third of the soybeans inside were broken into pieces.
Inside the small leather bag, there is another smaller leather bag.
Open it and pour out the soybeans inside.
Only one sixth of a bean, completely broken.
The other beans are generally intact.
This nesting doll-like sandbag was also specially made by Instructor Carter and is specifically used for practicing "bone-penetrating strength".
The first-level martial arts skill "Bone-penetrating Strength" consumes 1 point of magic power and continuously enhances the power of punches and kicks for 1 minute.
During this period, the force of the fist automatically penetrates the armor and directly acts on the enemy's body, causing internal injuries.
When activating the "Bone-penetrating Force", the more magic power you inject, the better the armor-piercing effect will be.
Spend 1 mana, penetrate 1 level of armor, and so on.
This martial art is best used against enemies wearing heavy armor.
Or monsters with natural armor such as scales, shells, and spongy tissue covering their bodies.
The nesting doll sandbag is designed to test the skill of "bone-penetrating force".
Alan's punching power can penetrate three layers of leather and the sand serving as a medium and smash the soybeans hidden inside the sandbag. This is a manifestation of his successful practice of "bone-penetrating power".
This punch hits an ordinary person.
There was only a bruise on the surface of the skin, and it didn't look like the injury was serious.
But the internal organs and bones had been severely damaged without anyone noticing.
If he returns home, he will vomit blood and die within three days!
The power of "Bone-penetrating Force" and "Hound Step" far exceeded Alan's expectations.
The bottle of fine wine given to Instructor Carter was well worth the money!
It’s just a first-level magical martial art, but it has such powerful power. How much more powerful would higher-level martial arts be?
Alan couldn't imagine it.
After half a month of hard training in martial arts, the biggest gain is actually reflected in my mentality.
Now, Alan no longer worries about not being able to awaken his magic.
People of ogre bloodline are indeed not good at casting spells.
But in terms of martial arts, he has a unique talent!
In fact, this is the livelihood of the "violent warlock".
Ogres, minotaurs, centaurs, orcs...
The reason this type of violent warlock bloodline has continued to this day and has not been eliminated by the spellcasting bloodline is entirely due to their martial arts expertise.
Alan clenched his fists, and the thick joints made a crackling sound.
He is confident that with this pair of iron fists, he can carve out a world of his own!
After taking a shower in the gymnasium bathroom, Alan put on his school uniform and walked home with his arms open.
The wind of late autumn blows in your face and is exceptionally cool.
The boy's wet flaxen short hair reflected a brilliant halo.
Passersby, especially young women and girls, could not help but steal a glance at the chest of this tall and strong young man when they passed by.
The strong chest muscles left a deep impression on them.
As soon as he reached the door of his own tavern, Alan stopped .
Frowning slightly.
There was a quarrel in the pub.
He touched the side pocket of his backpack.
The dagger was still there, and so was the bag of lime.
The lime was also mixed with highly toxic seasonings.
Alan pushed open the door and walked into the pub slowly.
A man dressed as an adventurer, wearing leather armor and a horned helmet, was drunk with red eyes and was banging the table and roaring.
Alan had never seen this person before, he must be from another place.
I hope it’s not the kidnappers sent by the “Amazing Circus” to cause trouble.
A group of regulars who were watching the fun surrounded him, most of them were angry and accused the drunk of being a hooligan and shameless.
Dad had a wry smile on his face and was apologizing to the drunk with swollen cheeks.
Kelly stood behind her father, clutching her apron tightly with both hands, her pretty face unable to hide her anger.
What's going on?
Alan knew that without asking.
It must have been that drunk who was trying to tease Kelly.
As a result, the hot-tempered Kelly slapped him in the face, causing half of his cheek to swell up like a pig's head.
