Chapter 82: Footwork Techniques

  The H-shaped building group of Jiangda is a landmark building in the residential area.

  As one of the best dorms in terms of environment, this place is not only a coveted spot for seniors but also a focal point of competition among international students and exchange students.

  。

  As for new students, except for a few colleges that have competed for resources, they can only stand on the sidelines and watch from the building next door.

  Stanik quickly figured out the location of H's building complex and dispatched a group of Western big men to rush over. He himself hid on the top floor of a restaurant several kilometers away, remotely controlling from afar.

  He was well aware that families like the Chens were the most troublesome. They weren't families standing at the top of the world - those were the aristocratic families within the wealthy families - although they may have had opportunities to stand at the pinnacle of the nation, but for the most part, they simply maintained a mediocre position, striving for horizontal rather than vertical development.

  If we say that a wealthy family is an oak tree, then a noble family is a weed. They have ambition but not enough grandeur, they have strength but often consume it in internal family struggles. In the eyes of outsiders, they are just constantly growing and continuing, and then naturally expanding their influence.

  There are many ways to deal with weeds, but if you want to eradicate them completely, the large amount of energy and resources consumed will often be a waste.

  The result of being entwined with weeds is also the same.

  Now that the Vatican has decided to get its hands on this technology as quickly as possible, he can only follow orders.

  However, while preparing for it, he still left a trick and did not take personal action, but instead sent the Vatican guards to go up.

  A group of European big men quickly moved under the H building, and a group of panicked students rushed out of the building first, colliding with them in a fluster.

  The leading German Schnode stopped a little guy and said in Chinese with a full sausage flavor, "What's going on."

  "He's been killed."

  "Murder? Who's dead?" Schnoed asked immediately, without a tense expression.

  The little guy struggled free and found himself completely at the mercy of his opponent, so he tightened his buttocks and said, "Yes, yes... it was the newcomers who fought, with a lot of blood."

  "Who died?"

  "I don't know." The little guy gasped twice, calmed down a bit, and said: "There's blood in the corridor, it dripped into the elevator, so..."

  An Italian beside him kicked him and said: "So you think someone is dead, but actually you haven't seen a dead person, the corpse, right?"

  The little guy was pried loose from Schneider's grasp and covered his butt saying: "Nothing."

  "Who is bleeding?"

  "I don't know."

  The Italian looked at the German with discontent, then suddenly pulled out a two-foot-long Turkish sword and shouted to those behind him: "Everyone get ready, we'll enter from the stairs. If it goes smoothly, we'll tie them up and leave directly, no stopping along the way."

  "I must report to Father." Schnode led another team of people, standing still and sternly guarding the entrance rules...

  "You just take the elevator up when the time comes and receive the results." The Italian looked at him with disdain, then led his nine men into the building.

  At this time, the Koreans on the 23rd floor did not understand what had happened.

  Chen Yi's right hand held a worn-out mop, with two cushioned steps, accurately poking down an enemy soldier. The force was so great that it could pierce through muscle and cause massive blood loss.

  。

  His ferocious posture was just one of them, his second swift retreat and advance attack was the real killer move. At least two people had misjudged his speed, rushed forward greedily, and were stabbed in the thigh by the bloody mop handle and bled out.

  This strategy is precisely the typical advantage of the Sanqiao Kingdom's knights over infantry.

  No matter how Grindelwald's Holy Knights transformed their physical skills, on the Magic Continent, the first goal of learning physical skills was always to kill people.

  Many of the practice methods for middle-level body techniques are also derived from battlefield combat tactics.

  Using the eighth-level body technique of Knight's Step War, dealing with Korean exchange students who have no equipment, no coordinated training, and only rely on their strong physique to fight is like a knight facing off against a strong farmer, without any suspense.

  Unfortunately, Koreans don't understand this principle.

  They could not understand how the Chinese, who should have surrendered with their hands up, had turned into a nightmare for them.

  The blood flowing on the ground makes a gurgling sound, like stepping on a frog, disgusting.

  Three South Koreans with pierced thighs or arms screamed as they hugged each other, using their undershirts to bandage the wounds and supporting each other in an attempt to leave the elevator.

  The remaining two were isolated from the crowd, shouting for help with all their might, but throwing their weapons far away, fearing that they would provoke Chen Yi and be pierced again.

  Chen Yi was calm and confident.

  After initial unfitness in the past, his combat will and sense of smell were generally unyielding.

  At this time, the ascetic education of the Kingdom of Sanqiao took effect.

  Although he was tense and outnumbered by more than ten enemies, Chen Yi slightly overexerted himself, but he overcame this well.

  After passing through the first extreme, he smoothly entered the state.

  Two Koreans rushed over again, fighting for their lives.

  Their heels were followed by a weak companion holding a wine bottle.

  Chen Yi coldly looked at them.

  This may be the last attack.

  At a distance of seven or eight meters, the leading Korean suddenly let out a loud shout and accelerated from the left without regard for anything. The foreign student to his right lowered his head and ran forward with all his might.

  It seems that their idea is to use the more than 5-meter-wide corridor to get close first, no matter what.

  Chen Yi let out a low hum, and suddenly pushed forward three meters. The broom handle, which had already been cut in half, was thrust heavily onto the Korean stick that had been prepared to poke at his neck. The uneven wooden shavings and sharpened stick head, resembling a peasant army's bamboo spear, quickly pierced his abdomen.

  This is his first time choosing to stab in important places.

  Fresh blood gushed out suddenly.

  Three girls hiding behind the door, staring at Chen Yi in astonishment, who was completely different.

  Can't see the IQ of 148, can't see the elegance of a noble family's child, can't see the shyness and nervousness of an 18-year-old boy.

  。

  Kim Duna was even more excited and thrilled.

  The young lady's vision was indeed correct - such a young person absorbed into the organization will surely be reused in the future. My own task can also be considered as fully completed.

  She doesn't care about other international students, these drunk Koreans are just fools lured by her, no one knows their own identity.

  "Hey!" The guy who rushed up from the left side let out a loud shout, pulling Geum-dong-na out of her daydream.

  Facing the enemy on the battlefield, Chen Yi gave a disdainful glance, suddenly drew out his spear, stood firmly with his feet rooted to the ground, pushed forward with his right hand, without using any force, and quietly waited there.

  Like cavalry relying on horse power, holding a long spear and charging forward horizontally.

  What's different is that he borrowed his opponent's speed instead of his own.

  With a "hiss", the mop handle, along with the wooden splinters, pierced through the soft flesh of the Korean man's armpit.

  The latter rushed too fast and too fiercely, saw the wooden stick flashing with blood light, but couldn't stop no matter what, only dodged the vital point, lowered his body, and let his shoulder bear it.

  The huge momentum caused the thin clothes to lose their insulation effect, and the wooden tip was swallowed in.

  Another burst of blood spurted out.

  Chen Yishun loosened his grip on the wooden stick, just like a knight abandoning his long spear at the end of a charge. He flipped to the left, made a turn, and grabbed another man who was excitedly swinging a wine bottle. With both arms exerting force, he let out a loud shout and, with brute strength, lifted him up and flung him towards the wall on the other side of the corridor.

  The "slap" and "gurgle" sounds sent chills down one's spine. The sound from behind was caused by something falling into the blood water, resulting from compression.

  This time, it's standard infantry tactics.

  Taijutsu is a physical training method obtained through years of war in the Kingdom of San Qi.

  Dōu jì zé shì zhěng gè mó fǎ dà lù, yòng shēng mìng zuò shù jù, níng liàn de wǔ xué jié jīng.

  Translation:

  Douji is the entire magical continent, using life as data, condensed martial arts crystals.

  A foreign student who knows a little bit of Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu is destined to be a target.

  Chen Yi took two steps forward again.

  The remaining seven or eight people suddenly lost their courage and hastily retreated two steps.

  Chen's classmate easily bent down, his foot stepping on the chest of the Korean in front of him, and with a forceful right hand, he pulled out that mop handle again.

  A stream of blood gushed out like a fountain.

  Chen Yi didn't even glance at him, his right hand raised, the gun level with his waist, still in the standard knight's charge pose.

  10 minutes ago, Koreans faced this action and rushed forward bravely with a mocking voice.

  At this moment 10 minutes later, the remaining Koreans did not dare to make a sound.

  "Charge!" Chen Yi suddenly made a swift forward dash.

  A group of Koreans retreated reflexively, the bloody water under their feet was like muddy water, causing them to stumble and fall, not one person looked back, they all cried out for their parents and ran away.

  Chen Yi licked his lips and tasted a salty fishy flavor.

  。

  The knights of the Kingdom of San Chiao are like this on the battlefield.

  He absent-mindedly daydreamed and didn't find the floor stained with blood and sweat dirty at all.

  "Chen Yi, be careful, you're being chased, I've already called the police." Han Jie shouted out loud, but she didn't just call the police.

  Jin Dunala pulled her back, her face flushed with intoxication: "It's okay, he'll definitely win. Don't you think Chen Yi is handsome now? Handsome, young, and that calm expression... I love men who remain calm in the face of trouble. Just like Shi Da Ge, everything is under control, forever quietly waiting for the enemy to make a move, then..."

  Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were talking to herself, recalling something.

  At this moment, Chen Yi entered a mysterious and subtle state, somewhat half asleep and half awake, replaying the scene just now.

  The fight was intense, but in reality, there wasn't much danger. The skills he had learned were more than enough to handle a brawl of this scale. The only thing that was slightly thrilling was the feeling of piercing through human flesh and the moral crisis brought about by the flowing blood on the ground - but in fact, in such a desperate situation where they couldn't even communicate with each other, negative emotions were scarce.

  However, this gave him a rare opportunity to try out those body techniques and fighting moves outside of the predetermined sequence.

  Chen Yi's body twitched from time to time.

  That was him using his bodily subconscious again, making a physical move.

  If Grindelwald were here, if he were an ordinary knight, the Holy Knight would surely loudly praise his talent and effort.

  Through subconscious thinking and physical intuition, it is the first step for knights to feel the magic web.

  A loud "hiss" brought everyone back from their stunned state.

  A strong bloody smell, like a blood that destroys a whole family, erodes and challenges everyone's nerves.

  Some students couldn't help but vomit.

  Chen Yi's arm slowly fell down.

  He let out a light breath and felt an inexhaustible strength within his body.

  There is a sense of fulfillment, which has never been experienced before.

  As if I were in some kind of peak state.

  "Is it a magic net?" He thought there, while struggling to search for this kind of fulfilling feeling.

  Neat footsteps echoed on the narrow fire stairs.

  Chen Yi Wu stood in the middle of the corridor.

  A sharp Turkish dagger came through from behind the fire door.

  At the same time, Chen Yi's mobile phone rang again.

  The melodious bell sound seems extremely out of tune at this moment.

  Just like an international song at a wedding.

  ……