Persona: Devil Summoner

The red cloth in the bullfighter's hand was tied to a long stick. At this time, the bullfighter had no blade in his hand, and his only weapon was the bullfight cloth. He could easily dodge or use the stick to block the attack of the Overlord Xiang Yu, while constantly cutting in the distance. His crossed fists didn't hit a single punch! On the contrary, it was Jiang Tianwei's persona that was hit several times by the bullfighter with the long stick!

Fortunately, his long sword was disarmed by Jiang Tianwei, otherwise he would have been stabbed now!

Because the persona was too close to the enemy, Fang Zexia didn't dare to use lightning directly, fearing accidental injury. Jiang Tianwei was shocked and could only let the persona come back first. The bullfighter was not in a hurry to chase, but just stayed in place and stepped like dancing, moving slightly towards this side, playing a piece of red cloth in front of him quickly, making a rustling sound.

Seeing that only the bullfighter was left, Fang Zexia quickly launched a lightning strike.

The sword of lightning cuts through the chaos, and the punishment from the sky rolls with thunder and fire!

However, before the lightning from the sky hit the bullfighter, the emerald figure flexibly moved sideways three feet, as fast as lightning! It avoided the lightning strike!

What level of reaction is this?!

Jiang Tianwei was completely shocked!

How can we deal with him? Physical attacks will be countered, and magic attacks will be dodged... So, how can we deal with him! ?

For the first time, Jiang Tianwei felt the limits of his strategy.

If there are no warriors of the same level, it will be difficult to deal with it with tactics alone... What should I do...

"Let me try it alone!".

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 66 Genius

Bullfighting, as the national quintessence of Spain, has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Just like the national treasure of every country, as long as you engage in this industry, you will get the support of the country and the recognition of the people. Maybe foreigners can't understand it, but the people of Japan will definitely support it. The best example is sumo, the national treasure of Japan. Foreigners can understand the fight between sumo wrestlers, but they can't understand why they have to eat to become fat.

During the hundreds of years when blood and honor were intertwined, and wealth and death were accompanied by each other, countless bullfighters used their experiences of success or failure, and went through countless fights with bulls to develop killing skills. The culmination of all these is this devil bullfighter.

It can be said that fighting him is not simply fighting an ordinary skeleton warrior, it is like challenging the entire history of bullfighting in Spain.

Facing such a strong enemy, the person who volunteered was Fang Zexia.

Admittedly, the Demon Bullfighter is a little vulnerable to her lightning attribute, but, as has just been proven, the Demon Bullfighter who casts [Blood Andalusia] is so agile that he can even dodge falling lightning!

In that case, even if Fang Zexia has an advantage in attributes, she won't be able to bring it into play?

However, Fang Zexia's face was full of confidence and calmness, with a faint smile at the corners of her mouth and determination in the corners of her eyes, which made people want to believe her involuntarily.

(Forget it, in the worst case scenario, I can also recycle Fang Zexia remotely...)

Jiang Tianwei thought so in his heart and nodded heavily. Fang Zexia giggled and imitated the ancient generals, clasping her hands together and bowing to Jiang Tianwei: "I'll be back soon. Please prepare a glass of warm wine for me."

"You're not old enough to drink!"

"Wow, are you really Chinese? How come you don't even know about the Three Kingdoms!"

"Of course I know! That's why I complain about you!"

After complaining to Jiang Tianwei for a few words, Fang Zexia's expression softened visibly. She took a deep breath, and her face became bright, as if the heroine in the comics was radiating little stars all over her body.

I have to admit that it makes sense that she is called an artistic gymnastics performer who has the potential to become a world champion. Her acting skills are truly amazing, able to capture people's emotions and make people want to look forward to her!

The Demon Bullfighter never relaxed his pace from beginning to end, never slacked off, and never let his guard down. This was his creed as a demon. He was on guard from beginning to end, wondering if these two people were playing dumb to lure him into revealing his flaws.

Fang Zexia didn't care what he was thinking. She powered her wings and flew towards the Demon Bullfighter, then slowly landed on the ground. She didn't fly, but stood on the ground, tiptoeing, with her hands stretched above her head. It looked a bit like ballet. She pulled a blue ribbon between her hands like a magician. This posture... Rather than a fighting posture, it's more of a dancing posture!

The bullfighter remained unmoved. He moved his body slightly, constantly approaching Fang Zexia. However...

"Why be so nervous? Let's dance together~".

Fang Zexia smiled like a flower, jumped lightly, spread her long legs in the air, and with a graceful split in the air, she directly entered the bullfighter's attack range!

How could the bullfighter allow her to jump in casually? He flicked his wrist, and the red cloth in his hand had already blocked Fang Zexia's ankle. In this way, with a little force, Fang Zexia's jumping direction can be easily deflected... Although I don't know what this girl wants to do, anyway, it's always right to repel her first!

The bullfighter thought so and exerted force on the hand holding the stick. Fang Zexia's kicking leg was pushed away by her force...

Zira!

Before the bullfighter had time to think, he felt a burst of electricity spreading from his skull to every bone in his body! At some point, Fang Zexia's slender white feet had kicked the bullfighter's head!

"Ke?! What happened…"

As he was shocked, the cloth roll in his hand quickly moved back to block in front of him. With force from his fingers, the whole roll of red cloth spun at high speed, like a shield! However, the next second, he felt his feet unstable and fell on his back!

"How is that possible?!"

As the saying goes, those who are involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly. The bullfighter didn't know what was happening, but Jiang Tianwei saw it clearly!

If the matador is the embodiment of bullfighting, then Fang Zexia is a genius in rhythmic gymnastics! She had already guessed that the matador would intercept the straight kick just now, so she took advantage of the situation and did a roundhouse kick in the air. Her left leg behind her flexibly rotated to an angle that ordinary people could not do at all, and she easily kicked the unprepared matador.

No matter who it is, if the head is hit hard, the first reaction will definitely be to defend the head. While the bullfighter is defending, Fang Zexia in mid-air flexibly uses her wings, and her whole body drops down at a high speed, with her feet in the air and her head on the ground. The ribbon between her hands immediately hooks the bullfighter's ankles!

The whole set of movements was done smoothly and in one go, and the proficiency of the movements was as if they had been rehearsed countless times in advance!

If he was fighting a warrior, the matador would not be in such a mess. The countless experiences he had accumulated had long made him understand the essence of close combat: all close combat attacks can be summarized into three modes: [Thrust], which relies on a sharp point to attack, [Sweep], which relies on the sharp edge of the blade to attack, and [Crush], which relies on mass to crush the enemy.

In close combat, no matter how the enemy attacks, he will not be able to escape from these three major modes. Even if he wants to use wrestling or throwing techniques, his arm movements can be divided into the three attack modes mentioned above.

As long as you know these three action patterns, you only need to use your agility and insight that are far superior to ordinary people to parry and counterattack. For example, it is like using a calculator to calculate mathematics, whether it is addition, subtraction or multiplication and division, it is much faster than the human brain.

However, Fang Zexia's attack does not belong to the above three types at all. To be precise, the major premise is different... Using the analogy just now, if you use a calculator to explain philosophical thinking, it will only make the calculator doubt life.

Fang Zexia's attack is essentially just artistic gymnastics, and can also be interpreted as a special kind of dance.

Since it is a dance, its purpose from the very beginning is not to kill, injure or finish off the opponent. Naturally, all the movements are different from what the bullfighter understands!

The combat skills of killing people are about effectiveness, while Fang Zexia's artistic gymnastics are about beauty that attracts the audience's attention. These two completely different styles naturally derive a strong sense of incongruity! Although the following metaphor is a bit rude, this situation is indeed very similar to the donkey in the story of the donkey in Guizhou.

Is the tiger weaker than the donkey? No, it's just that it has never seen a donkey.

Fang Zexia's artistic gymnastics is not really lethal, but the bullfighter firmly believes that since the opponent dares to challenge him alone, there must be something unique about it. The more he interprets Fang Zexia's movements from the perspective of martial arts, the more confused he becomes. The more confused he becomes, the more he thinks that the opponent has ulterior motives in this attack...

Finally, I fell into a vicious circle.

Therefore, from Jiang Tianwei's perspective, this scene was very funny. Fang Zexia just kept dancing, and the bullfighter tried to follow Fang Zexia's movements. However, because he was not familiar with the dance, Fang Zexia would always counterattack him. The electric arcs would constantly pass through Fang Zexia's slender limbs and inject into the bullfighter's body. The tiny injuries kept accumulating, and the bullfighter himself didn't even realize that he had fallen into Fang Zexia's rhythm! "

"Well, this is the final curtain call!"

Fang Zexia smiled happily. She was poked in the side by the stick, and she spun like a top! Her fingertips, hair, raised knees, every part of her body was rolling with golden lightning! She was wrapped in lightning, like a spirit of lightning! The bullfighter saw that things were not going well, so he gave up maintaining his exquisite steps and retreated with all his strength. However, as mentioned before, the bullfighter was only much more agile than ordinary people, but not very fast...

If it was a point-to-point attack, no matter how many there were, they would not be able to hit it. So Fang Zexia changed her mind directly - she treated herself as a battery, and in the previous attacks, she continuously condensed the lightning into her body. Until now, the electricity has been accumulated to the limit! As she danced gracefully, violent lightning rolled out, and with Fang Zexia as the center, a lightning ball suddenly exploded! Instantly engulfed the figure of the bullfighter who had no time to escape...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 67 The Demon's Inheritance

The bullfighter, who was engulfed by lightning and had no way to escape, lay on the ground, his white bones covered with charred marks. The originally gorgeous collar was now full of carbonized marks, and only the red cloth was particularly bright.

"Kokoko... It seems... I was the one who underestimated the enemy and was too careless..."

Unexpectedly, the Demon Bullfighter honestly admitted his failure.

"What kind of martial arts did the girl who defeated me use..."

it asked.

Fang Zexia smiled and said, "That's not martial arts, it's rhythmic gymnastics."

"Not martial arts?"

For the first time, a faint green fire flashed from the bullfighter's eye sockets, and it was impossible to tell whether he was excited, angry, or had some other expression.

"Kokoko, that's really... I didn't lose to any other martial arts, but to rhythmic gymnastics! Kokoko, my [Blood Andalusia] is still... invincible!"

Surprisingly, he cared more about his own special moves than winning or losing...

"I admit defeat. You win this battle. Boy - I thought you were just a young boy participating in the competition for the first time... Kokoko..."

With each word he spoke, the bullfighter's body became more transparent, and from the beginning, his bones began to crumble into powder...

Although Jiang Tianwei did not sympathize with it, he still hoped that he would not die!

"Hey! Don't die! At least tell me what the Demon War is! Where is this place? How do I get back!"

"Kokoko... take my glory... and make good use of it!"

However, the bullfighter didn't even think about answering him... Jiang Tianwei only felt a sudden pain in his right ring finger, and a purple-black flame suddenly burned at the base of his ring finger! He was so scared that he kept shaking his hands, trying to put out the flame. But anyone with a little common sense would know that shaking your hands is useless when the fire burns your body.

But it was obvious that the flame was not burning the flesh. Although it looked like it was on fire, no heat could be felt. Instead, there was a circle of pain, as if some insect was biting the base of his fingers.

In less than ten seconds, the flame went out, and a dark blue tattoo pattern appeared on Jiang Tianwei's finger, like a ring, with a small skull on the outside.

(It’s pretty nice…)

This kind of skull decoration immediately stimulated Jiang Tianwei's middle school emotions. He looked at it from front to back, left to right, and couldn't let it go. Fang Zexia could only sigh: "Why do boys like this kind of thing..."

After defeating the Demon Matador, Jiang Tianwei felt dizzy and the ground beneath his feet seemed to have lost its support. His body collapsed. Along with the feeling of weakness came a feeling of fatigue in Jiang Tianwei's mind. Wrapped up in the intense fatigue, Jiang Tianwei quickly lost consciousness and passed out...

My consciousness was completely dark, I couldn't open my eyes and my mind was in a daze. I was thirsty, as if I had just eaten too much sugar and my tongue was numb... I could vaguely smell a very nice smell...

Jiang Tianwei tried hard to open his eyes...

"Ala, you're awake, little white mouse."

Jiang Tianwei felt very familiar with this name that compared primates to rodents... This meant that he had finally returned to Miss A Miao's internal medicine hospital... and returned to reality...

“It feels like I’ve been through the gates of hell…”

Jiang Tianwei sighed and took a deep breath of the not-so-fresh air. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of coffee rushed from his nose to his lungs in one breath, giving him a sense of being alive.

"By the way! Where's Master Liu?!"

Jiang Tianwei's first reaction was Master Liu. He knew how simple and austere the Wujian Internal Medicine Clinic was. There was only one bed! He slept there, but what about Master Liu?

"I've contacted a surgical hospital for you and will give you the bill later."

Wu Jianmiao picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and seeing Jiang Tianwei staring at his coffee cup, he smiled and handed the cup to him: "Do you want to drink it?"

Jiang Tianwei felt very thirsty at this time and wanted to ask for a cup, but his sharp eyes noticed that there was a faint mark of lipstick on the white coffee cup! Jiang Tianwei swallowed his saliva involuntarily and said quickly: "No, I'm not thirsty!".

As if to strengthen his persuasiveness, he stretched out his hands and waved them repeatedly... Wu Jianmiao seemed to see through his strange shyness unique to adolescent boys, shrugged and said nothing.

Because of the wave of his hand just now, Jiang Tianwei noticed that there was a blue-black ring-like pattern on the ring finger of his right hand... His mind suddenly jumped, and the scene of fighting with the bullfighter in that strange space jumped out of his mind vividly!

Noticing that Jiang Tianwei was observing his fingers, Wu Jianmiao narrowed his eyes curiously and asked, "When did you get the tattoo?"

(She can see? Looks like she needs to buy a pair of gloves to block it.)

Jiang Tianwei's heart skipped a beat, and he made a decision. But he smiled and said, "I got a tattoo with my classmates before."

“Good taste.”

Wu Jianmiao was quite pleased. From her taste in clothes, it was not difficult to guess that this kind of skull tattoo was very much to her taste.

After chatting with her for a few minutes and being half-forced by her to take a tube of medicine, Jiang Tianwei was able to escape.

At the entrance of the corridor, several policemen gathered at the door of Master Liu's house, pointing at the door. One policeman muttered: "How much strength does it take to break down the door directly..."

Jiang Tianwei felt a little uneasy and opened the door with his head down, pretending not to know.

"Hello, are you the neighbor of this house?"

A female police officer called Jiang Tianwei.

"Yes, what happened?".

Jiang Tianwei pretended to be an innocent bystander and pretended not to know. "

"A nearby resident reported the incident, saying that he heard a loud noise here. When we arrived at the scene, the door had already become like this."

Jiang Tianwei's heart tightened, and he cursed himself for not knowing how to lie before! How could he say that he knew nothing! He should pretend that the door had been destroyed when he came! The most valuable experience left in detective novels is to pretend to be the first person to discover something!

"Are you familiar with the owner of this house?"

“It’s still quite familiar.”

"Do you think he has any enemies with others?"

"No, Master Liu can barely speak Japanese, let alone offend anyone."

"Has he said anything recently, like winning the lottery or getting rich?"

"never heard of that……"

"Well, did you know that this door was destroyed?"

He was able to answer all the previous questions easily...but this last question made Jiang Tianwei nervous.

(How should I answer...If I say that I don't know the situation of this door, but Master Liu was rescued by himself. If I say that I know the situation of this door, then my initial pretense of knowing nothing would be invalid. If you have nothing to hide, why lie? Doesn't this add to your suspicion?).