Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 682 Wind Ghost (Part 2)

【You are too superstitious about your own 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. 】

It was that damned Mallos, who stopped Rolf from speaking one afternoon when they were still in Mindyth Hall.

【I know that His Highness trusts you very much, more than the Xinghu Guard... It is an honor, but it is also a burden. Therefore, 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, laugh at you and 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 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...】

[You are 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 horror blade.

Facing the enemy, Rolf touched the pair of cold and hard crystal alloy prosthetic limbs through his clothes.

This pair of prosthetics was replaced by him after they lost the battle against 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 prosthetics - be careful, it's heavy - was built according to the orders of Captain Mallos. Although it's just a test product of Master Punk, but if you ask me, it's probably heavier than the pair of glasses for the Grand Duchess Gui...Of course, I also offered a little suggestion, after all, it was ordered in my...to be precise, in the name of my fiancée, I, I don't want to use the money from the Caso family...]

This is what that damn Wyah Castle said when he came back from the outside one day and pushed the big box in front of him.

That young master Ka Suo who always likes to pretend to be hard and simple, bitter and bitter, but in fact has never experienced any hardship since he was a child, and in his opinion, all his worries are moaning without illness, took out a pen and paper at that time, and solemnly .

[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 it... I suggest you start practicing tonight, after all, this thing is a test of your control...]

The three swordsmen are getting closer.

It seems that they want to shoot together to avoid surprise attacks like their companions.

Rolf found the knob switches on his calf—if he still had them—and turned 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 compressed in 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, Chief Mallos said, so It 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 a trivial matter...]

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 use those old cold legs when you walk, bah bah, I mean the old prosthetics... When it comes to the critical moment, um, I mean, unless, unless it is a last resort, if you don’t try your best, you will When you die...]

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, and he couldn't get out.

Now!

Three enemies roared and rushed forward, three machetes came 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 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 offense, 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 inside 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, and one of them even cut his clothes.

And the third knife, because of this one, was out of touch with the other two, and was a little slower.

At that moment, Rolf, who was caught among 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 as one wishes, and the air in a high-pressure bottle pours out instantly, like a mountain torrent!

swish.

Rolf's kick speeds up instantly!

boom!

In the chilling sound of the huge impact, before the third knifeman slashed to Rolf, he was kicked into the armpit by the latter, and the whole person flew out exaggeratedly, crashed into the crowd, and hit one after another. Three or four people fell down.

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!

swish.

Another high-pressure gas cylinder exploded in an instant, and with unparalleled air pressure, it pushed his leg and hit the first swordsman hard!

Boom—boom!

There was a crisp cracking sound.

Before the first swordsman had time to scream, the whole person flew up sideways and hit 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.

Crisp and neat.

All in one go.

When the dust dispersed, everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar!

Damn—

Who is this...

Is it a supernatural power?

End Swordsman! The Power of End!

Nekla, Fogg, Duro... all the people who witnessed this scene changed their faces.

Most people only saw the three swordsmen attacking together, but before they could touch their opponents, they were kicked into the air by a terrifying roundabout kick.

and……

Nekla looked at the crack on the wall, and then at the three motionless swordsmen:

After the kicked swordsmen landed, they didn't even cry out.

The red viper only felt a slight numbness in the scalp.

His leg strength—it's too exaggerated. Gutierrez's eyes widened.

Where did this guy come from? Sangarei took a step back subconsciously.

Beside Nekla, the puppeteer Ping 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.

Glover nodded subconsciously.

He also didn't come back to his senses, he just looked at the trembling sign above his head, unbelievable.

this dumb...

Is it that 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...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 his might, was squatting on the ground, tightly pressing the joint of the prosthetic limb that was excruciatingly painful.

But he cannot rest.

Rolf gritted his teeth hard.

Two high-pressure gas 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 full of high pressure to deal with it. In the ever-changing battle situation, let's cast a lethal kick.

The price of an attack of this level must not be small, the words of the black-clothed killer came out faintly, It is impossible for him to do such a move, otherwise his body will not be able to bear it, so let's do it now.

As soon as these words 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 his unique prairie scimitar threw out an arc that was rarely seen in Xilu, and attacked him!

Rolf gritted his teeth and got up, just about to use the old 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 wasn't sure.

Thinking of this, Rolf had no choice but to dodge.

As soon as he retreated, Dumuna's offensive became stronger, and Rolf had no choice but to dodge again and again.

It seems to be 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!

Rolf was attacked from two sides, and the situation was critical for a while.

Glover gritted his teeth, but Zimikas next to him hugged his arm tightly: Calm down, calm down, don't go! You'll die!

Rolf dodged Gutierrez's fist in a dangerous posture, and Dumu immediately slashed across his shoulder with a scimitar, leaving a bloodstain.

He grunted, gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

But fortunately, during this time, he finally filled the high-pressure gas cylinder.

Du Mu Na roared, the machete cut through the air, and roared again.

Gutierrez behind him punched forward.

Rolf's expression was serious, his knees were slightly bent, and he was ready to fight back.

But at that moment, Rolf looked at the trajectory of Dumuna's blade and suddenly frowned.

That may be a flaw, but it may also be a trap to lure the enemy, and the opponent may have already prepared to dodge.

His own prosthetic might... kick empty.

【Have you ever drawn a bow? Do you know what it means to be empty? 】

After a training session that nearly killed him, Wyah—still holding pen and paper, looking like a nasty schoolboy, only short of a mustache—sat solemnly by his bedside.

It's nonsense again.

I am not you, the second generation of aristocratic officials, who had the opportunity to touch bows and arrows when they were young?

Young Master Ka Suo of Mahler Gobi, have you ever wandered? Do you know what cold rice means?

Hold.

As his thoughts turned, Rolf's face became tense.

At that moment, he forcibly resisted the urge to kick out.

As a price, he dodged Gutierrez behind him, but Dumu's scimitar was sliced ​​across his chest!

Swish!

A stream of blood surged out.

The sudden pain made his brain stop.

[Remember last week, His 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 was nice, but it was empty. 】

[Because there is no upper arrow, the huge energy released by the bowstring has nowhere to go, and it 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 the bow will be. It was scrapped...well, so no matter what Far Eastern allusions His Highness can find as an excuse, it's useless, he had to spend money to buy that bow, making the logistics wing even worse...]

Rolf observed the enemy in front of him and gritted his teeth.

Now he is covered in blood and looks really scary.

But after he suffered the knife for life, he was relieved:

Sure enough, the knife just now had no strength, it was just a feint.

That is to say... If I just kicked out, I would be flashed by him...

[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 and letting it go empty. If you can’t find the target to vent the huge energy, it will all be yours. Your leg, or in other words, is borne 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 of yours must hit the target, because once the kick is empty...well, empty, you understand. 】

Wyatt's voice disappeared.

And Rolf's expression tensed instantly.

A breeze passed Gutierrez's eyes, causing him to squint.

In the next second, Rolf made a backspin kick, 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 bone 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 kicked with his legs impartially!

Like a desperate fighter who would risk everything.

Dumuna was startled at first, then overjoyed, the scimitar slashed at Rolf's raised leg!

clang!

The sound of crisp 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 Du Muna 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, seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

I heard it!

Ping looked at Dumuna who had passed out, 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, boundary...

He was supported by his subordinates, and he even forgot about the pain, and just looked at his deformed hand together with the armguard in horror:

He's a damn extreme master!

As soon as this remark came out, the helpers in the warehouse began to whisper, and many people who were close began to shrink back.

Extreme.

good.

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 a punk. street fights,

But the battlefield against the enemy.

As for him himself, he was 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 few gang members at the front raised their weapons and took half a step back nervously.

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.

Rolf looked at the black-clothed killer, frowning slightly.

Damn.

Among these people, that guy should be the strongest.

just why...

Why didn't he make a move?

never mind.

According to the plan, first beat out a few difficult ones, lower their morale, and then adjust their positions...

Rolf glanced at the exit from the corner of his eye, where the crowd had thinned considerably.

A master with legs, Nekla said with trepidation, Old Fogg, have you heard of it?

This level of explosive power, once touched, will either cause death or injury.

Even if it is extreme, you should be very afraid.

Create destruction with instant explosive power...I can only think of the Brotherhood's 'Uncrowned Fist' Cinza, Fogg said in a deep voice, looking at Rolf differently, but that guy is a puncher .”

The black-clothed killer looked at Rolf from a distance, and chuckled lightly:

interesting.

The next second, Nekla, who was full of vigilance, waved his hand 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, waving the two chairs in his hand and rushing towards him as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Facing such a large-scale 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!

boom!

In the next second, Rolf dodged Dalton's charge in embarrassment, rolled to avoid a chaos soldier with a strange trajectory, and then kicked another one into the air.

But just like before, the Chaos God Soldier slapped and flew out countless blades!

Rolf couldn't dodge it, so he had to swipe his legs, and the blade hit the prosthesis, making a clang.

But prosthetics are not shields, he was still hit by a blade after all, and he backed away with a muffled grunt.

Sure enough, Ping sneered and pulled the silk thread, pulling back another Chaos God Weapon, With strength, there is no agility—crazy, continue!

Damn.

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!

The situation was critical, Rolf took a deep breath.

All right.

no solution anymore.

His hands hang down naturally, through his trousers, covering the knobs on the prosthetic.

Rolf looked at Dalton's peace and his 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.

Huayana's annoying voice sounded again:

【Um, Your Highness saw it last time. He called this joke '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 to tell you: Develop a good habit, don't forget to cut off the artificial leg...]

Cut prosthetic leg...

Go to hell, clown! Go to hell! Dalton's roar was getting louder and louder.

Rolf's pupils shrank.

This time, he closed the four main mouths of the high-pressure cylinder, and opened the second knob—which 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 into one point like the former, but they can...

In 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!

The Red Viper, who was always vigilant and ready to strike at any time, was taken aback when he saw this:

So fast!

The Chaos God Soldier flew over and blocked Rolf's path, but amidst the exclamation, he kicked lightly on the wall, 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.

But it wasn't 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 as nimble and light as a bat, and swept across the entire warehouse.

The air penetrated through his prosthetic limb, bursting out successively through different air ports, recoiling against the wall or the ground or even the ceiling, borrowing energy for him to move.

As long as there is some 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.

careless--

Don't hit me!

Crazy—no!

Ahhh!

Amidst the miserable howls, wherever Rolf went, everyone was turned on their backs.

In 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.

Step on the window, step on the wall, flip through the air, land on the ground, gallop, dodge...

With the blessing of cutting the prosthetic leg, Rolf happily galloped, while walking with Dalton behind him, while enjoying the panic of the helpers amidst the panicked voices.

Throw a throwing knife!

Damn you threw it at me!

Behind!

Stupid, he's up there!

Don't block me!

Fuck that lunatic rushing over here!

Steady! 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 energy caused by the ability to assist breathing, or the sharp decline in the control of his legs, these things made him walk. Difficult, clumsy to move, and hard to get back to the past.

He once thought that he would never be able to gallop among the enemies like before.

but now……

Rolf spun in the air, kicked off the wall, and the air pressure pushed him back out.

It's been a long time, he hasn't had such a good time.

Now……

While moving and flashing, he closed his eyes, relying on the wind to identify the direction

Now, in another way, he has recovered 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 from traveling all over the world over the years, as well as his own unremitting hard work It is related. At most, at most, um, at most it is related to that young master Ka Suo, no, to be precise, it is related to the money paid by his fiancee, but that is 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 was full of doubts:

How did he find the point of strength in the air?

Could it be 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 lightly in admiring tone, I didn't expect that, under the command of Xiao Daozi There are also such masters.

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 chaos from the wall to the ceiling. The jumping Rolf, 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 hell walks like that!

For a moment, Rolf flew up and down. He didn't directly kill a few people, but the chaos and mental pressure caused by the crowd were immeasurable.

Finally, when Dalton fell headlong and could no longer move forward, Rolf landed lightly.

He stood up slowly, recharging his breath by the way.

In front of him, the helpers backed away in panic and panic.

Reveal the red viper and the wanderer behind him.

Rolf raised his head slightly, looking directly at Nekla.

Seeing that it 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 he once crippled?

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.

As if 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 are you!

At that moment, Rolf was in a trance.

who is he?

Of course the ghost with the wind - no.

Rolf's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood.

I see.

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 the Mancao manor, that ghost who came from a humble background and was not worth mentioning, who was carrying a heavy and difficult past, dragging the remnant body that was difficult to get rid of, lingering on his last breath, struggling to find a way out. The ghost that exists.

but.

But from today on—no, to be precise, since I don’t know 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.

Died in a bloody night on Red Square Street.

Rolf raised his head and looked at Nekla.

The reason why he shot today was not for the prince's mission, nor for Catherine, nor even for Nekla.

But for himself.

He stepped on the ground, and 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.

At a loss, hopeless and confused.

But that night in the Weeds Manor, and even the countless days and nights after that...

Witnessed by 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 true...

Wind Ghost.