Chapter 155: Charged Strike, Cutting the Wind

The Yangyanjutsu's attack hit Flanders' body, and the golden flames just rose up, but were suppressed by an unknown force and immediately extinguished.

Crown paused his attack, waiting for further instructions or questions from the bishop.

"This kind of damage to the spirit armor type is not high, it can even be said to be a bit low," Flanders showed a hint of doubt on his face.

"Logically, this level of damage would not be fatal to a third-level vampire, so there is only one explanation left, this attack can cause additional damage to creatures like vampires."

"Yes, this kind of attack should have a damage bonus on dark creatures. I once encountered a first-level extraordinary ghoul, and I was able to kill it with one attack. It is also very easy to use it to deal with evil spirits."

Flanders nodded. "It's a very useful skill. Nick mentioned that we faced two third-level vampires in the last mission, and you were the biggest contributor in killing them."

Klauen smiled reservedly: "Thank you for the compliment. It should be that my attack is naturally restraining vampires, just like water can put out fire."

The archbishop waved his hand and said, "Don't be modest. It is true that water can put out fire, but in the face of a big fire, a small amount of water will only fuel the fire. The advantage of vampires is their ghostly speed and superb recovery ability. The fact that you can defeat vampires who are suppressed by your rank fully demonstrates your ability.

I know both Nick and Jason in your team. With their fighting styles and characteristics, it is difficult for them to have an advantage against a third-level vampire. You will be the decisive factor in the battle."

Flanders turned his head to the side: "Cavendi, I have reached the conclusion I want, it's your turn."

After saying that, he motioned to Nick beside him, and the two walked to the edge of the training ground together.

A skinny old man with gray hair and pigtails picked up an unsharpened star steel sword from the weapon rack and walked to the center of the venue:

"Little warrior, my name is Cavendish. Killing two wild vampires who have not comprehended the Blood Source Armor is not something to boast about. They are just second-level extraordinary beings who are more durable.

Nick said that you are good at swordsmanship. My main purpose today is to test your close combat ability. A warrior must ultimately win with the weapon in his hand. "

Flanders lowered his voice and said to Nick beside him: "When Kaven (abbreviation) was at the second level, he also had experience in killing third-level vampires. He is also a member of the Bruch clan who is best at fighting."

A blood-red light flashed on Cavendish's body, disappearing into his skin.

He raised his weapon and pointed it at his opponent. "I have already cast the Armor of Life Stream. Use your own weapon and your strongest attack. Let me see your limits."

Crown understood that this was allowing him to fight with all his strength and to use his abilities to the fullest.

He first circulated his fire breath, and the fiery life force began to circulate throughout his body. At the same time, he quickly moved the joints of his body.

After a few breaths, his body was completely heated up, and he stopped breathing fire and replaced it with giant bear breathing.

Since it is a swordsmanship competition, the combination of pure strength and speed is the simplest and most ultimate beauty.

With the basic swordsmanship at the extreme level plus the vibration force of the extreme cross sword, he didn't think he would be afraid of anyone if he only competed in swordsmanship.

"Sir, please," Crown's two forearms immediately swelled up. He first took small steps forward, then rushed forward suddenly, and his long sword stabbed forward towards the opponent's chest as his arms stretched out.

The speed of his body rushing forward plus the speed of his sword were combined, and when his arms were fully extended, the tip of the sword pierced in front of the opponent.

Cavendish blocked the center of his weapon with his sword, then thrust upward and knocked his weapon away.

After Crowne moved to the opponent's right side, he again distanced himself from him.

In a simple fight, he felt that although his opponent looked thin, his arms were very strong, and his choice of attack position was also very particular. He suppressed his attack and affected his subsequent attacks.

Cavendish turned his body expressionlessly, facing his opponent. He remained on the defensive: "Keep going. I'm really looking forward to it."

A light of joy flashed in his eyes. The strength, speed and vibration force transmitted from the sword made him satisfied with the warrior in front of him.

He was definitely stronger than the young man in front of him, but he had been trained by the church since he was a child. According to Nick, the other party had only been exposed to warrior training for more than half a year.

To be honest, this has already met his lowest expectation. Next, he needs to comprehensively assess the opponent's strength.

Crown shook the Star Steel Sword gently and rushed forward again, launching a fierce attack around Cavendish.

The opponent remained on the defensive, apparently to test his offensive ability.

He let go completely, no longer holding back, and unleashed his most wild attack.

The steel sword glowed coldly, and continuous attacks broke through the opponent's defense.

If you defend for too long, you will lose. Even a third-level strongman cannot resist his attack by just defending.

Flanders showed a bright smile on his face:

"He was able to break through Kavan's defenses multiple times, which means that his attack strength is enough to threaten a third-level extraordinary person. Such a high-intensity attack can be sustained for so long. His endurance talent is much better than that of warriors of the same level."

The archbishop knew that his old friend was good at attacking, but even with his full defense, it was not something a second-level transcendent could easily break through.

By this time, he had seen that his old friend's body had been hit dozens of times, and the clothes on his arms and waist were cut open, with his sleeves fanning the wind and exposing his belly.

An unconscious smile appeared on Flanders' face. In the past, when he sparred with his old friend, he used the flail and hammer as weapons, and at most he could make the opponent dirty, and his clothes were always cut into strips like this.

Nick saw the two gentlemen taking turns to test Crown's fighting ability, and realized that their visit today was not just a matter of the seniors wanting to meet the juniors with potential, but there must be other considerations.

He decided to promote it to his friend: "Sir, among people of the same rank, Crown's endurance, strength, and agility are very strong, without any shortcomings. In addition, his talent for weapons is also excellent. His bow and spear skills are the best I have ever seen."

"Oh? He also has long-range attack methods. Tell me about his archery ability," Flanders became interested.

All professionals, at low levels, do not have their own long-range attack skills, so they can only fight at close range. They are selecting elites from the church to carry out special missions. If a strong long-range attacker joins, it will be much easier for the team members to carry out the mission.

Nick recounted his companions' performance in the vampire cave: "A large number of bats and small vampires attacked us. Each arrow shot by Clown could hit two targets. I guess if the arrows were not short, he could have hit more monsters each time."

"Do you think his bow and arrows can cause great damage to a second-level target?"

"Yes, he has shot and killed a second-level vampire."

"Oh, I understand," Flanders nodded slightly.

Klauen felt his physical strength decreasing at an accelerated rate and realized that he could no longer sustain attacks of this intensity.

He took a deep breath and activated bullet time.

Since the church's top leaders wanted to see his strongest attack, he decided to use his most powerful weapon.

Unfortunately, after the Soul Controlling Technique was upgraded, the improvement of the bullet time by the Time Hourglass was mainly reflected in the increase of duration, and the acceleration of the body speed was only slightly improved compared to before.

His sudden speed up instantly disrupted his opponent's rhythm, and he was able to attack his opponent's body more times.

Outside the field, Flanders watched as Crowne maintained a high-intensity attack for a long time and was able to increase his attack speed again, and a hint of surprise inadvertently appeared on his face.

Such a fast attack is almost the same as Laoyou's attack in normal state.

Sure enough, bright red bloodstains gradually appeared on the old friend's clothes.

"Okay," Flanders growled. He understood that his old friend could no longer defend against the opponent's overwhelming attack by relying solely on defense.

Both of them stood at the pinnacle of the third-level transcendents. Unexpectedly, a second-level transcendent had forced his old friend to such a point. The performance of the young warrior had exceeded his best expectations.

"Well, your attack has greatly exceeded my expectations," Cavendish laughed, "Now, let me see how your defense is!"

The old man felt the long-lost pain in his body and stopped defending himself. He decided to counterattack.

After hearing his opponent's words, Clown did not choose to turn his sword into defense. He wanted to take advantage of the remaining strength to fight against the real swordsmanship master.

Because he knew that once he was suppressed by the attack of a third-level extraordinary person, it would be difficult to fight back. The competition between him and Jason was a clear proof of this.

Jason was completely caught up in his own offensive rhythm at the time and was suppressed from beginning to end. If he hadn't used a secret technique later, he would have been suppressed for the entire game.

Clown silently chanted a spell in his mind, releasing golden light to protect his body. Facing the opponent's attack, he bravely fought back with attack.

Cavendish suddenly released all his strength, used his weapon to knock away his opponent's attack towards his face, and put the tip of his sword against Crown's throat.

"Excellent," Flanders clapped his hands softly, "You are the first among the second-level flame warriors to be able to hold out for so long under Kaven's attack, Crown."

Cavendish retracted the weapon in his hand, and Crown reached out and wiped his throat, where there was a small wound.

"How is it, old friend? Do you like his swordsmanship?" Flanders walked over, pulled the cloth strip on his old friend's sleeve, and the smile on his face became more intense.

"He has a solid foundation in swordsmanship and a deep understanding of the cross sword, which makes him stand out among all the flame warriors. However, he also has obvious shortcomings, lacking powerful attack skills that can affect the battle situation."

Cavendish's sharp eyes turned gentle. "Overall, his ability exceeds my expectations. If he can learn more skills and create a fighting style that suits him, his solid foundation will be able to transform into stronger combat power."

"Klaun has only been a fire warrior for a short time and has not had enough time to accumulate experience. In addition, contribution points are required to learn secret techniques, so he does not have any powerful attack skills," Nick echoed from the side.

Cavendish took off his seal ring and said, "Okay, take my things and exchange them for two secret skills."

"Hurry up and thank Your Excellency the Bishop," Nick pushed his companion.

Clown took a step forward and took the seal, then bowed and said, "Thank you for your cultivation, Your Excellency the Bishop. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Choose Charged Strike and Wind Slash. One will allow you to release your power to a greater extent, and the other will increase your attack speed."

Cavendish waved his hand: "Let's go to the library."

Crown bowed again to express his gratitude, picked up his weapon that had been thrown away, and left with Nick.

Flanders watched the two men walk out of the door and said with a smile, "I activated the evil sense when he was fighting you, and there was nothing unusual. I feel that he has such ability because his special bloodline has been activated. Letting him choose the secret technique means that you agree to give him a place?!"

"You didn't object either," Cavendish replied with a smile.

Flanders sighed: "The scope of the Spiritual Ruins is expanding too fast. We must regularly clear them out. Otherwise, the monsters in the Spiritual World will enter the Material World in large numbers, which will be a complete disaster for ordinary people."

Lingxu is the place where the spiritual plane and the material plane meet. Some people believe that it was formed after a large number of intelligent creatures gathered and connected to the spiritual world in their dreams, because it always forms in densely populated areas.

The spirit void in Rhine City was formed as the gray fog descended, a portal appeared on a full-moon night and disappeared before the sunrise.

When the ruins were first formed, evil spirits and monsters were rampant on Belsk Street overnight, and all the people on the street and nearby blocks were killed.

Although Lingxu is dangerous, it contains many special materials that are not found in the material world, some of which are used in the ritual of advancing to the silver realm.

The Warlock Brotherhood and the Church share this spiritual ruins. After they entered last night, they found that this space between fantasy and reality had expanded again, and the area was much wider than the previous times they entered.

Therefore, after discussion, the two organizations decided to organize more people to enter on the next full moon night.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The combat effectiveness of evil spirits and monsters in Lingxu is much stronger than their counterparts that appear in the material plane. We must organize an elite team, otherwise it will not be a clearing out, but a delivery.

"What are you doing?"

Flanders saw that his old friend was staring at the wound with his sleeves rolled up without saying a word.

"There's something wrong with these wounds," Cavendish said without looking up.

"What could be the problem? Did he smear poison on the sword?"

"I can definitely feel the poison on the weapon. It's not poison, but a sharp spiritual residue that hinders the healing of the wound. Have you forgotten how it felt when you were injured by me?"

Flanders' eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you saying that he has reached the level you mentioned before?"

"Yes, that's for sure. When one's understanding of the sword reaches a certain level, there will be additional attack bonuses. I was wondering at the time, judging from the power and speed of his weapon, my Lifestream Armor was consumed too quickly. Now everything is explained."

Cavendish's eyes sparkled: "This person Nick found gave us even more surprises."

. . . .

In the afternoon, Crown and Nick got on the carriage back to the Security Bureau.

He thought about what happened today. He thought he would be questioned multiple times, but in the end, nothing happened and he even got two secret skills.

"It can be seen that the old man is very satisfied with you," Nick said with a smile, "I was very discerning at the time."

Crown smiled: "Yes, Father, you have a unique vision. By the way, what is your brother doing now?"

"Ni Lie, there is no plan yet. It looks like my plan to follow you to sell potions has fallen through. I'm going to wait and see.

His physical fitness is average, but as the spiritual concentration of the world increases, he may have the potential to become a warrior. If that doesn't work, we can train him to become a spirit controller."

"Didn't the spirit master say that the risk of losing control is too high?" Clown asked. The priest used to have a resistance to the spirit master, and he didn't know why there was such a change.

"I heard from Fanny that she met the third-level spirit master Lisa, and they had fought side by side. Her emotions were relatively stable, except for being a little irritable, she had no other negative emotions.

In the church's files, there is information about Lisa. Her current emotional state is more stable than when she was a second-level soul controller. I guess there must be reasons we don't know that can make a soul controller become like a normal extraordinary person. When the Warlock Brotherhood stabilizes and other soul controllers advance to the third level, I will let Ni Lie try.

The world is becoming more dangerous.”

Nick sighed and said, "You can't rely on others to protect you forever. What about you? Have you contacted your sister?"

"I've made contact. My brother-in-law has chosen to become a spirit control master. He will participate in a so-called elite spirit control master training program organized by the Patrol General Administration and the Warlock Brotherhood."

The priest fell silent. He understood that the so-called training plan at this time was to explore a method to stably train third-level spirit masters: "You should persuade him to wait a little longer."

"He is a patrolman. He has been through a lot of trouble recently. I can't persuade him."

Clown paused and continued, "My talisman water has a significant effect on stabilizing emotions and reducing evil spirits and evil thoughts, and it can help him. Therefore, I also agree that he should become a spirit controller. Just like you said, if he cannot become a transcendent, he will not be able to protect his own life in an emergency.

If you decide to make Niler a spirit master, ask me for some talisman water."

Nick nodded imperceptibly: "Okay, let's wait and see what happens next."

The two separated after returning to the Security Bureau, and Nick went to report to the director.

When Crown returned to the lounge, he found that all his teammates were gone.

Investigators have to be on standby during workdays, and he guessed that his teammates were probably at the bureau's training ground.

He had no intention of meeting up with his teammates. He sat on the sofa and began to think about two secret techniques.

These two secret techniques are advanced application skills of breathing methods, based on breathing methods. The most suitable breathing method is Fire Breath, but it can also be combined with other breathing methods.

The charged attack uses special techniques to speed up the flow of life force through the arm, and after a very short period of charging, it launches a stronger attack.

It has a wide range of applications and can be used not only in swordplay but also as a hammer, making it particularly suitable for attacking tough targets.

Combining it with normal attacks can catch the enemy off guard, but the disadvantage is that it is only suitable for evenly matched battles or battles with an advantage.

After all, if you are overwhelmed by the enemy and are exhausted from defending, that short period of charging time can be fatal.

Slashing Wind is suitable for light weapons such as one-handed swords. It can be used for multiple rapid attacks and can be sustained for a relatively long time. Jason has used this skill before.

Practicing these two secret skills does not require exercise, does not require a venue, and even does not require weapons.

Crown stood facing the window, practicing special power-generating techniques with his fire breath.

Soon, the two secret techniques were mastered.

[Charged Strike: 2/3000; Level 1] (After charging, you can deliver a more powerful blow. You'd better not use this against a stronger person, otherwise you may only have time to charge but no chance to strike out.) [Wind-Slashing: 3/3000; Level 1] (Fast and deadly, you just need to be fast and swing your weapon faster.) After learning the secret technique, Crown began to focus on practicing the charged strike.

Currently, practicing this secret technique can further increase his combat effectiveness.

Several of Crown's breathing methods are at the second level. Practicing this secret technique is like looking down from a high vantage point, and his proficiency increases rapidly.

The air made sounds as he punched it, like the dubbing in a martial arts movie.

His teammates came back one after another. He nodded as a greeting and then continued to immerse himself in the world of improving his proficiency.

Jason walked in and observed his movements for a few seconds: "Charge attack?"

“Good eyesight.”

Jason grinned: "This skill is very useful for dealing with those monsters that are not fast but have strong defense. Seeing you reminds me of my hardest-working self."

Crown glanced at him and stopped. "Mr. Brown, are you bragging?"

At this moment, the door was pushed open and Nick walked in carrying a brown leather bag in the shape of a briefcase.

He patted the briefcase in his hand and said, "Everyone, it's time for another job."

Crown sensed the time: 17:25. If there was no mission, the Security Bureau would end get off work at 5:30.

I worked overtime all night on the last task but didn’t get overtime pay, and now I have another job.

"Fuck," Jason directly stated his own feelings and those of others.

Being notified before leaving get off work that there is an urgent task requiring overtime is one of the most disgusting things, which can instantly destroy a person's good mood.

"However, we will send out this mission tomorrow. Today, we will distribute the extra rewards from the previous mission first."

Nick glanced at his companions' faces which changed from sunny to cloudy and then cloudy to sunny again: "Haha, isn't it a feeling of doubling your happiness?"

He managed to earn a joking scolding from Jason.

"In the last mission, the spoils were divided between our two teams. We got two third-level blood cores. The third-level female vampire was killed by Clown alone, so the proceeds of the third-level blood core belonged to him alone. It is worth thirty-two gold spirit coins. Man, you made a fortune."

Nick quickly reported the income from the last mission and took out the rewards from his briefcase to distribute them one by one.

Torres was filled with envy and jealousy when he saw the shining golden spirit coins. His weekly salary in the patrol team was twenty gold shields. When he came to work today, the second day, he saw that his brothers who came with him had shared so much wealth, and his eyes were shining green.

Clown weighed the thirty-six gold spirit coins he had been allocated and calculated how many pounds of refined iron ingots he should buy tonight.

There is only one chapter today, I have a cold...

(End of this chapter)