Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 4 4. Ability: Fighting

office.

The hazy white light through the window illuminates the expressionless principal Ulysses at the desk.

After being examined and bandaged by the school doctor, Bob sat on the sofa, pumping his fists and angrily complaining.

With a big bag on his forehead and a dazed expression, Dean, who stood there in a daze, couldn't wait to sink his mind into the system.

Check carefully the prompts that he ignored in the sneak attack before, a large block of eye-catching prompts appeared at the bottom of the originally empty battle record:
You initiate an attack on the target.

You enter the fight.

You shot Bob in the back of the head with a special weapon glass bowl,

You wrap your arms around Bob's back and throw him to the ground,
Right punch in the bridge of Bob's nose,
You hit Bob in the left eye, the corner of the mouth with your left fist...

……

No.2 enemy, Hook joins the battlefield, he uses flying kick to sneak attack and kicks your left shoulder

……

Ding!
You have activated a new ability—fighting lv0 (0/100): a comprehensive boxing, wrestling, Sanda, kickboxing, Jeet Kune Do, martial arts... fighting ability of armed combat, this ability will improve your use of body And equipment attack, defense, dodge efficiency, strengthen your training efficiency, when the level is upgraded, the three related attributes of physical fitness, strength, and sensitivity will be slightly increased.

Proficiency +1
Fighting lv0 (1/100)

Dean took a deep breath, his face flushed slightly, and his heart was surging.

The system did not disappoint him, a new ability was activated after a fight.

The description is not simple, but the specific effect needs to be verified experimentally.

In addition, since there is a fighting ability, there must be other abilities, such as shooting?If these ability upgrades can improve attributes, then he will become a superman sooner or later if he continues to practice.

There seemed to be a bright road in front of him.

But he also noticed that after acquiring the fighting ability, the ability field in the system becomes 1/5. What does this mean?
Could it be that he can only have up to 5 abilities at the moment?
……

Ulysses tapped on the table with a pen, interrupting Dean's contemplation, with a serious tone with a sense of accountability,

"Dean, I have always had a good impression of you. You are different from those kids who waste their time partying, smoking weed, and picking up girls. You are smart, hardworking, and never provoke trouble. Locked in college early , with clear goals and amazing action.”

"But your performance today is disappointing. In front of everyone, you attacked Mr. Bob, the owner of the baseball field, for no reason. The impact is extremely bad!"

"Sorry..." Dean said bluntly, "I shouldn't have beaten him in front of other people."

I should beat him into a pig's head in private!
Ulysses nodded, thinking he realized his mistake.

"But I can't bear to see an excellent student's future ruined. Since this is your first violation of discipline, I will give you a chance to sincerely apologize to Mr. Bob and write a guarantee letter to stop harassing him."

"NO! His offense to me is unforgivable! Just let him go, and I will revoke the sponsorship!"

Bob's face was dripping with gloomyness, and his tone seemed to be an order and even more threatening.

Ulysses rubbed his temples in embarrassment.

"Thank you for your kindness... But let's just apologize," Dean saw the headmaster's embarrassment, but shook his head.

In the past, there was a high probability that he would bow his head and admit his mistake after a struggle.

But the changes in the system pointed him in the right direction, where he learned cultural courses step by step without acquiring any skills.

Instead, it was a fight that awakened fighting.

So he should take the system as the core and carry out a new life plan!

It doesn't matter if you go to university or not.

"Besides, I want to correct a mistake of yours. I didn't hit him for nothing..."

Dean raised his tone, his voice was full of anger and sadness, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"For several years, this bastard has been harassing me like crazy. It has caused me to have serious psychological problems. I have nightmares every night about his ugly face."

"Dean, your accusation is quite serious. Are you serious? I suggest you think carefully."

Ulysses sighed, looking down at the interlocking fingers.

He had heard about these things before, but so what?

When white people bully Asians, the police don't care, and they might laugh along with them. If they meet conscientious ones, they will at most give the white people a few words of admonition and lock them up for a few days before letting them go.

……

"Shut up, do you have evidence? I am not careful and I will sue you for defamation!"

Bob warned viciously,
"You don't admit to your past evil deeds," Dean asked a little nervously, thinking about the incident he was investigating, looking into Bob's eyes, "then yesterday, you and two baseball players forcibly took me Your precious red sports car, for a long time humiliated me! This is kidnapping, against the law! You should go to jail!"

It's a pity that Bob put his arms around his chest and sneered, and didn't give him an answer.

"Kidnapping? I was the one who enthusiastically drove you home, and you were so moved that you cried...I have a group of brothers who can testify."

……

Dean was silent, he realized that it was impossible to get yesterday's secret out of this guy's mouth this time.

Maybe he should switch targets.

"Bob, since your health is fine, let's put this matter aside." Ulysses made the final arrangement, "Dean, don't come this afternoon, go home and reflect on yourself, and bring the letter of apology tomorrow. "

As he spoke, he shook his head at Dean and signaled him to leave quickly with his eyes.

"Bob, you stay... The Diamondbacks have a spot to visit..."

"Hey, don't rush away."

Bob leaned close to Dean's ear suddenly, threatening meaningfully,

"The scum at the bottom of society, you have gone off the rails today."

"You don't realize the seriousness of the problem, but soon you will, haha!"

……

"Dude, what a result!"

Rust, who was waiting outside the office door, greeted him with a worried expression on his face. Several students in the corner of the corridor, including the Asian girl who rejected him in the morning, secretly looked here with curiosity, but they were swept away by Dean's eyes. He immediately walked away as if nothing had happened.

After the little sheep turns into a lion, no one wants to provoke it casually.

Dean shook his head, trying to put on a nonchalant expression on his face, "At most it's a dismissal. It's worth it to beat that bastard into a pig's head."

Doesn't Dean believe that with the knowledge about the future in his mind, he can't get along in the future?

Ruster sighed sadly, forced a smile, and punched his companion on the shoulder

"You're really cool in the cafeteria! Few people dare to mess with that bastard, but you broke the record! Bro, I'm so proud of you!"

"I'll take the compliment. Let me ask you something serious, where are Bob's two henchmen?"

"You're talking about Hooker and Zevar? They should be training at the baseball field."

Dean thought for a while and shook his head secretly.

Don't provoke them yet.

It's time for him to sort out the harvest, test his fighting ability, and draw up plans for tomorrow, and it's time to leave.

But he wasn't sure whether his home was safe or not. Bob's last words put him under tremendous psychological pressure. This guy had a solid background.

Now it's the wild 80s in Pretty Country again, and the crime rate is frighteningly high.

Who knows if Bob will do the trick?
And the ancestors had a good saying, despise the enemy strategically, and pay attention to the enemy tactically.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, so we must fight when we should.

"Rast, we are good brothers, right?"

"Of course." Ruster swallowed, with a hint of timidity on his handsome face, "but I don't have your enormous bravery."

"Don't worry, I won't let you provoke anyone. I just want to stay at your house overnight."

After hearing this, Ruster breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes became brighter,
"You're welcome, Grace will be delighted."

……

afternoon time.

Ruster continues his classes at school while Dean heads to the campus park to try out his newfound abilities.

The sun scorched the earth, and the temperature in Las Vegas climbed to 32 degrees.

The park is shrouded in greenery, the lawn is under the huge elm trees with green leaves and canopy branches.

Dean lowered his head and closed his jaw, staring intently at the dark gray elm tree trunk, with his chest folded, his left foot in front, his right foot raised behind his heel, his left arm in front with a fist slightly higher than his shoulder to protect his cheek, and his right arm in front of him. behind the shoulders...

So still for ten seconds.

boom!
His right foot pushed hard on the ground, and his left foot slid forward,
The left arm stretched out like lightning and punched, hitting the bark of the tree.

Shut up.

After a punch.

He repeated boxing exercises in this posture again, taking the elm tree as the center, sliding slowly, forward, backward, and sideways.

Every time he moved his feet, his upper body was out of shape, funny, clumsy, like a toddler.

The combination of fist and footsteps is jerky.

Obviously a noob.

But no one was watching, and he happened to be alone.

After half an hour.

Glittering sweat slid down his chin.

Dean leaned on his knees and panted heavily, checking the system records, his brows were furrowed.

"Could it be that my boxing posture is too non-standard and my proficiency is improving so slowly?"

Dean experimented alone under this tree for half an hour, from beating randomly at the beginning to trying the military boxing he had learned in military training.

In my previous life, I learned a few classes of boxing as a college elective course.

Swinging a tree branch, making a "Howl of Courage", imitating the "Unlimited Fighting" of the genius Chen Hegao.

He tried all the fighting techniques he had seen before, and devoted himself to almost every movement, but he practiced for half an hour until he was sweating profusely, and his fighting proficiency improved by two points, from 1 to 3.

This is completely incomparable to the efficiency of fighting in the school cafeteria to increase one point of proficiency in just a dozen seconds.

Dean leaned back on the elm tree and took a rest while thinking, peaceful daily training should be far inferior to the actual combat with all his strength for the improvement of skills.

Therefore, in fighting, you always have to find someone to fight with. It is bound to be difficult for one person to improve if he practices blindly.

Now there are only two paths ahead.

Either find an excellent opponent to fight in real combat.

Or go to the boxing gym to learn professional boxing and wrestling skills.

……

"Without a dollar in my pocket, I can't afford to pay for training in a professional boxing gym..."

Dean had no choice but to choose the first method.

Find an opponent, in short, fight!

Several faces flashed before Dean's eyes.

Last?Forget it, my fist won't hurt my friend.

Bob?No, the circumstances of the retaliation are still unknown, so don't take the initiative to provoke yet.

Those two followers?
Correct.

Be one of them, tomorrow!
Just in time, I have to ask them about yesterday's secret.

……

the whole afternoon.

Dean has been sticking to the boring fighting training, moving slowly like a tortoise, without any slack.

This was very difficult before time travel. At that time, Dean had no patience and talent to practice any fighting, and at most he just watched MMA and other competitions on the live broadcast.

But now with the combat records, every punch, every move, every drop of sweat turned into progress visible to the naked eye.

Fighting proficiency increased from 3 to 9 points.

The feel of his punches is slowly changing.

During the training process, there seemed to be a mysterious force like a gurgling stream in his body, which gently and steadily corrected his range of motion.

Ho!
Dean couldn't help exhaling, exhaling in a loud voice,

At the same time, the body almost instinctively kicks the ground, turns the hips, twists the waist, and sends the shoulders.

The left fist draws a straight line in mid-air.

Like a fired cannonball.

Legs, waist, back, shoulders, hands... The slender muscles on the flat skin under the thin T-shirt were twisted into a rope!

boom!
The fist hit a clump of Haloxylon trees.

The branches trembled.

Hearty to the extreme, sweat splashed into the air along the flowing short hair.

Dean stared at the fists in surprise. After a few hours of practice, the huge separation between the upper and lower body at the beginning had diminished a lot.

Messy breathing also became more and more regular.

Ordinary boxing training, let alone a beginner training for an afternoon, a week is not as efficient.

In addition, during the training process, he obviously never learned some fighting tricks and only saw them on fighting shows, but he started to use them without a teacher.

Dean suddenly realized that the fighting ability was stronger than he expected - all the fighting knowledge he had been exposed to was quickly armed into his body by this ability, and it improved his training efficiency...

This is the so-called improvement of training efficiency.

This boring training has also become interesting.

until dusk.

……

bell bell -

The crisp sound of bells came from the path among the green bushes in the distance

Ruster waved excitedly on his bicycle... He got on the bicycle and followed.

(End of this chapter)