Gluttonous Warlock

Chapter 16 Magic Martial Arts
"Alan! I support you in making a deal with Instructor Carter!"

Kelly cheerfully said to her brother.

"It's rare that you are so sensible, and even made me a bottle of perfume with your own hands. I'm so touched! Come here, give me a kiss!"

After that, she opened her arms to her younger brother, pursed her mouth, and made a gesture of hugging Alan and kissing her cheek.

The girl's plump breasts and pouty lips perfectly blend "sexy" and "innocence", two beautiful qualities that should be diametrically opposed.

Allen inexplicably remembered the experience in meditation, and couldn't help trembling, and quickly avoided his sister's scorching gaze.

"Stop it, Kelly! I'm not a kid anymore!"

"Hey...you're obviously a brat, why are you pretending!"

Kelly curled her lips in disdain, stretched out her hand and kneaded her brother's face unscrupulously before letting him go in satisfaction.

"Smelly brother! I want two more bottles of this perfume!"

"As for the wine, you can get it from Dad!"

……

Two weeks later.

weekend afternoon.

The quiet campus is empty.

The autumn wind blows, and the withered and yellow leaves roll on the ground.

In the gymnasium, a muscular young man was sweating profusely, practicing martial arts.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Alan was shirtless, and skillfully punched the sandbag with his fists, making a muffled sound.

Like rhythmic drums.

Instructor Carter's special sandbag, the leather is twice as thick.

Half of the iron sand was filled in the skin bag, and the other half was soybeans.

"Ha-hey!!"

Allen followed Instructor Carter's instructions, exerted strength on his waist and hips, exhaled and made a sound, and punched forward violently!
The magic transforms into a supernatural force that travels forward along the arm.

The arm muscles swelled and contracted violently, like rolling waves, pushing forward layer by layer!

The suddenly swollen muscle group is like a bronze mountain.

The sweat that was originally absorbed on the skin was bounced off by the rapidly deformed muscles.

Beads of sweat splashed everywhere, glittering and crystal clear.

Under the sunlight coming in from the window, it turned into a bend of neon.

All the strength finally gathered in the fist, poured into the sandbag, and exploded violently.

puff! !

The fist as big as the sand bowl hit the sandbag hard.

The sandbag, which received a strong impact, swung back abruptly.

Flying to an angle that is almost parallel to the ground, he dissipated his fist strength and accelerated his swing back.

Alan steadied his horse, his eyes were like lightning, staring at the sandbags.

Until the sandbag is about to touch the tip of his nose.

With a shake of his shoulders, the figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air!

The sandbag passed through the afterimage of Allen left in place, and continued to swing unhindered.

At the same time, Allen has moved three meters away.

Exhaling slowly, Allen nodded in satisfaction.

Half a month of hard training was not in vain.

The "hound dog pace" move just now made it just right.

Hound's pace, a level 1 magic martial skill.

Consume 1 point of magic power when activated, and move up to three meters at the limit speed that one's body can bear.

When Allen used this trick, the speed was so fast that it exceeded the limit of human visual capture.

It looks like teleportation!
Two hours of high-intensity martial arts training exhausted both physical energy and magic power.

Allen calmed down his shortness of breath and took off the sandbag.

In the leather bag, there is also a small leather bag.

The soybeans between the two layers of leather, most of which are broken into powder.

Allen untied the small leather bag and looked down.

Nearly one-third of the soybeans packed inside were also broken.

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.

Other bean grains are generally complete.

This kind of doll-like sandbag is also specially made by instructor Carter, and it is specially used to practice "penetrating strength".

Tier 1 martial skill "Penetrating Strength", consumes 1 point of magic power, and continues to strengthen the power of fists and feet for 1 minute.

During this period, the fist strength automatically penetrates the armor and directly acts on the enemy's body, causing internal injuries.

When "Bone Penetrating Strength" is activated, the more magic power is injected, the better the armor-piercing effect will be.

Spend 1 mana to penetrate level 1 armor, and so on.

This martial skill is most suitable for dealing with enemies wearing heavy armor.

Or monsters whose bodies are covered with natural armor such as scales, turtle shells, and spongy tissue.

Matryoshka-style sandbags are designed to test the skill of "penetrating the bones".

Allen's fist strength can penetrate the three layers of leather and the sand as the medium to smash the soybeans hidden in the inner core of the sandbag, which is the embodiment of the successful cultivation of "bone-penetrating strength".

This punch hit an ordinary person.

There was only a bruise on the surface of the skin, and it didn't look serious.

But the internal organs and bones have already been severely damaged unconsciously.

Back home, if you don't live for three days, you will vomit blood and die!

The power of "To the Bone" and "Hound Pace" far exceeded Allen's expectations.

The bottle of good wine given to Instructor Carter is worth the money!
Just a level 1 magical martial skill has such a powerful power, how powerful does a higher level martial skill have to be?
Allen couldn't imagine it.

Half a month of practicing martial arts hard, the biggest gain is actually reflected in the mentality.

Now, Allen is no longer obsessed with not being able to awaken the spell.

Ogre blood is indeed not good at casting spells.

But in terms of martial arts, he has a unique talent!

In fact, this is the capital of the "violent warlock" to eat.

Ogre, Tauren, Centaur, Orc...

The bloodline of this kind of violent warlock has continued to this day, and it has not been eliminated by the bloodline of the spellcasting, all because of martial arts expertise.

Allen clenched his fist, his thick joints creaking.

He is confident that with this pair of iron fists, he can fight for his own world!
After taking a shower in the gymnasium bathroom, Alan put on his school uniform and walked home with his arms open.

The wind in late autumn is blowing head-on, which is extremely cool.

The boy's wet flaxen short hair reflected a brilliant halo.

Pedestrians on the road, especially young women and girls, couldn't help sneaking glances at the chest of this tall and strong boy the moment they passed by.

The strong chest muscles left a deep impression on them.

As soon as he reached the door of his tavern, Allen stopped.

Frowning slightly.

There was an argument in the tavern.

He touched the side pocket of his schoolbag.

The dagger is still there, and so is the lime bag.

The lime was also mixed with highly poisonous condiments.

Allen pushed open the door and walked into the tavern unhurriedly.

A man dressed as an adventurer, wearing leather armor and a horned helmet, with red eyes when he was drunk, was slapping the table and roaring.

Allen has never seen this person before, so he should be from another place.

Let's hope it's not a kidnapper sent by the "Marvel Circus" to find fault.

Surrounded by a group of regulars watching the excitement, most of them were angry, accusing the drunk man of being a hooligan, shameless.

Dad smiled wryly, apologizing to the drunk with swollen cheeks.

Kelly stood behind Dad, her hands clutching her apron, her pretty face hard to hide her irritation.

what happened?

Allen knew it without asking.

It must be the drunk man who was going crazy with alcohol and trying to moles Kelly.

As a result, she was slapped backhand by the violent Kelly, half of her cheek was swollen like a pig's head.

(End of this chapter)