People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Before applying for Kjerag's position, he was a well-known leader in the area. He had strong muscles all over his body! After his first interview failed miserably, he learned from his mistakes and spent time in the library studying hard, striving to improve his knowledge in all aspects.

After arriving at Kjerag, he was entrusted by Ernst and appointed as the Secretary of National Defense. Although this Secretary of National Defense was neither in charge of national defense nor like a secretary, this did not prevent Jeston from being grateful for Ernst's kindness.

Although he always behaves in an overbearing manner towards outsiders, he is very tactful, knows when to advance and retreat, and is humble and courteous towards his benefactors.

As the defense secretary, he has plenty of time. He has to practice with the bear brother Actos every day, and from time to time he has to fight with swordsmen who come to his door for fun. In addition, with the spiritual encouragement of "The Prime Minister's favor is endless!", his current strength is no longer the same as before!

At this moment, with his back to Ernst, feeling his expectant gaze, Jeston just wanted to shout:

Do not worry!

The weak Jeston from before is dead, and the one standing before you now is an extremely powerful me!

He grinned with a wild smile, took a stance, and hooked his finger at the Yan country man in the distance, who was already inferior to him in physique after taking off his Ma褂.

The meaning is clear as day, come on!

Jeston's calculations were very clear: Zhongyue's physique was not as good as his, and he looked younger than him. He was at a young age and did not necessarily have much combat experience. If he provoked him a little and let him attack first, it would be easier for him to reveal his flaws. And he only needed to maintain his perfect defensive posture to defend and counterattack and easily defeat the enemy!

On the other side, Zhong Yue also frowned slightly and fell into a brief period of thought.

The posture that Jayston adopted was something he had never seen before.

Frankly speaking, Zhongyue felt that Jeston was full of flaws.

He couldn't help but wonder if this was a deliberate illusion created by Jeston. After all, judging from the other party's admirable self-confidence, this possibility did exist, and it was indeed quite high.

Especially after Jeston openly provoked him, Zhongyue did not dare to be careless.

A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill is not elaborate. The more simple the enemy looks, the more likely he is to hide murderous intent. The more flaws the enemy reveals, the fewer real flaws he has!

Theoretically speaking, at this time, given Chongyue's cautious character, he would definitely not be willing to attack first.

But if the stalemate continued like this, it would be tantamount to cowardice before the battle, and he would lose face as a martial arts master. Not only would he be laughed at by people all over the world, but he would also fail to achieve his goal of making friends through martial arts and meeting the heroes of the world.

"In that case, let's attack first."

Having made up his mind, Zhong Yue took a deep breath, sank his Qi into his Dantian, and exerted his strength from the ground. He kicked with his right leg and shouted softly, leaving behind a residual image on the spot!

The next moment, before the sound came, the person arrived first, and Zhongyue's figure flashed in front of Jeston. He put his fingers together to form a palm, and then he pushed forward slowly without haste.

This palm means [question]!

Ask the enemy where he comes from, what school or sect his master comes from, and what unique skills he possesses!

The speed is neither fast nor slow, because for every question there must be an answer. When the [question] palm is released, it is actually a test. You must leave enough space for your opponent, waiting for him to give an answer. Also, you must leave enough space for yourself to change your moves in case of a sudden attack from your opponent!

"So fast!"

Jeston secretly exclaimed in surprise, and his facial expression changed.

His sight just now did not even catch how Zhongyue disappeared from the spot! This had never happened before!

I have heard that the martial arts of Yan country are full of mysteries. What kind of footwork is this?

When two masters were fighting, Jeston realized that he might have underestimated his opponent and subconsciously wanted to counterattack with a shoulder charge. However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Zhongyue's charge was so fast that he was caught off guard, but why did the palm he thrust out after getting close to him look so weak and powerless?

It’s not that Zhongyue’s palm strike was really ineffective, but compared to the powerful explosive power he just displayed, such a palm strike obviously gave people enough time to defend and counterattack.

This is not normal!

In the words of Jeston, not cruel enough!

If he had the speed of Chongyue, he would have been close to the enemy in an instant. What he would do next would be to attack like a violent storm. Even if he could not kill the opponent on the spot, he would at least leave hundreds of scars on him and infect him with tetanus.

Jeston's mind raced, and he quickly came to a simple conclusion:

"There's something fishy about this palm strike! You can't take it!"

With a twitch of his eyelids, Jeston immediately gave up the idea of ​​elbowing Zhongyue with his body. He frowned, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the next second, in front of Zhongyue's stunned eyes, several sharp iron spikes shot out from Jeston's shoulders.

The pitch-black sharp iron spikes rushed straight to Zhongyue's palm and face, and the speed was so fast that it was shocking. Zhongyue's palm was just [Ask], and he had already considered dealing with the enemy's sudden attack. At this moment, he changed his move instantly, changing his palm to a fist and punching down!

"clang!"

There was a crisp sound of metal collision, followed by a crackling sound.

Zhongyue knelt on one knee, his fist landing on the ground, leaving a spider-web-like crack and dent on the reinforced ground of the Rose Arena!

You know, even the fierce knight holding a heavy axe just now, after several consecutive axe strikes, did not leave any scars on the ground! The physical strength of the magical Terra material used for this floor is evident.

But even with such a floor, it couldn't block the punch that Zhongyue threw out after a sudden change of tactics.

The floor was like this, let alone Jeston's iron spikes.

Zhongyue stood up slowly, and as his hand left the center of the spider web crack, wisps of iron ash fell from his knuckles, indicating the current whereabouts of the crystal that was smashed by Zhongyue's punch.

Jeston looked at his shoulder with lingering fear, then looked at the broken metal on the ground, swallowed, and had difficulty controlling the expression on his face.

No, brother, am I seeing right?

Did you just break my iron...?

Just use your fists?

Jeston looked at Zhongyue's right hand. The hand was still clenched, and except for a little dust, there was no trace of any additional scars. Obviously, Jeston's sharp iron spike did not cause any effective damage to the hand.

No, man, that's iron! It's my iron spike!

Is your fist harder than iron? Are you a human? If you are, I will eat you!

He quickly organized his thoughts, but found that there were only two possibilities.

Either Zhongyue was extremely strong and broke the iron spike with his absolute power, or Zhongyue was very skilled and discovered the weak spot of the iron spike he hastily condensed in the blink of an eye and smashed it with one punch.

It doesn't seem like good news?

Is it necessary to continue this fight?

Jeston subconsciously wanted to look at Ernst, but before he could turn around, Zhongyue spoke first, interrupting his action:

"amazing!"

"That Iron Blade Thrust move just now, is that an Originium technique?"

"Impressive!"

These two consecutive sentences of praise were enough to show Zhongyue's excitement at the moment.

Not bad, it was really good. Seriously, in that brief confrontation just now, Zhongyue was almost caught off guard by Jeston's sudden attack.

Fortunately, his first palm was a probing [question] palm. Otherwise, if he attacked with other moves, there would be no room for maneuver. If he was attacked by Jeston's iron spikes again, the worst result would be an injury in exchange for an injury.

That was what Zhongyue didn't want to see, because his body was not the body of the giant beast [Shuo] that could be used at will, but a [mortal body] that had shed its [divine power] and was merely relatively strong.

If he really gets into a situation where he exchanges injuries for injuries, his hands cannot be regenerated, but Jeston's Originium skills are inexhaustible.

In fact, if he had not left enough room for his palm strike just now, giving him time to gather his strength, and because of his rich experience in fighting against iron soldiers, he would have discovered the weakness of the iron spike at the fastest speed. Although that punch could break the iron, it might not have the effect of turning it into powder.

If Zhongyue were to evaluate the confrontation just now, he could only give himself five points.

In the first palm strike, he and Jeston were evenly matched.

His efforts paid off, as he indeed met a good opponent.

The long-lost emotion called "will to fight" ignited in his heart, and Zhongyue's face also showed a refreshing smile of excitement.

This time, he did the same as Jeston just now, taking a stance and waving his hand:

"Come on, Mr. Jeston, this time, it's your turn to attack!"

"Don't hold back, just come on!"

The corner of Jeston's mouth twitched, his lips moved a few times, and he tried to say:

"How about we just call it a day, shall we?"

But Zhongyue had just become interested, so how could he agree so easily?

He knew that Jeston wanted to hide his incompetence, but at this moment he just pretended to be stupid:

"No, no, no, Mr. Jeston, since this is a sparring match, it should be divided into three rounds."

"In the first round, you let me attack first. Although I didn't get any definite results, I learned a lot about how to fight Originium Warlocks in close combat. With such a noble cause, I feel like I lost half a point!"

"In this second round, I will naturally take back this place and let you see the strength of my Great Yan martial arts!"

Jeston: “….”

His voice was trembling, but he still managed to ask, "Excuse me, but what is this third round?"

"Of course they will attack each other. When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave one will win!"

Jeston: “.........”

Fight you? The bravest of the two will win? Huh?

Seriously, if you want to save me the cremation process and turn me directly into ashes, just say it. It's not a big deal. How can I resist?

Not really, that’s what we are saying, it really isn’t!

Chapter 375: Kjerag has no generals, Yelagund goes alone

Why, why would this happen?

How happy it is to have the opportunity to travel with Prime Minister Ernst to Casimir? On top of that, I can even represent Kjerag in the Casimir International Games, kill all the enemies, show myself well, and let everyone in the world know my name, Jeston, from today on. Isn't this another happy thing?

The combination of two happy things should have made people feel extremely happy! But why did it turn out like this?

Looking at Zhongyue who was ready to fight, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down the corner of Jeston's temple. This drop of sweat ran across his angular cheek, split and condensed on his beard, and finally fell heavily to the ground, just like his plummeting mood at this moment.

All are flaws.

The way he valued Yue was full of flaws.

But the person opposite him was Zhong Yue, who was able to quickly change his tactics when the distance between them was less than half a meter, facing his Originium skill Iron Spike's sudden attack, and smashed his iron spike and his confidence into pieces with one punch.

Even if Chongyue was standing in front of him at this moment, sticking his butt up and using the literature of selling ditches recorded in unofficial history against it, he would still have to wonder if there was some sinister Yan country hidden in its butt.

To put it in a more respectable way, he was really afraid that if he punched him, Chongyue would save his face.

But unfortunately, he really had to go.

Prime Minister Ernst was watching in the stands at the back. The boast he made just a few minutes ago was still ringing in his ears. At this moment, it was his turn to attack. If he went up, it might be that Zhongyue accidentally helped him to save face. If he didn't go up, he might have to save face himself!

For a civil servant, if he dies physically, he can at least get a good reputation for devoting himself to his work and dying for it, but if he dies socially......

Hiss—Jaston didn’t even dare to think about it.

There is no such possibility!

Fight, only fight, at this moment, only fight to the death, how can we surrender! I would rather be a Kjerag martyr than a Casimir fermented bean curd!

Besides, what if? What if Chongyue is just a glass cannon with strong offensive power but poor defensive power?

Holding on to the last bit of luck, Jeston leaned down, lowered his center of gravity, and locked his eyes on Zhongyue's waist.

The waist is the most vulnerable part of a person's body. Organs such as the liver and kidneys are all on the side of the waist, but there are no high-strength bones like the knees and wrists to protect it. In fighting, it is considered the second most vital position.

What, you ask where the first weakness is?

Jeston said that this is a bit nonsense. If you pick up a man on the street and ask him if he can kick you in the vitals, where do you think he will cover his head?

However, unless they are in a dangerous situation and fighting with their backs against the wall, most people would not choose to hit the vital parts in a fight.

If you kick him hard, then the feud will last forever.

There is no need, there is really no need.

After determining the target of the attack, Jeston took a step forward and tried to catch Zhongyue off guard.

But just as he took a step, the next second, Zhongyue took a step forward, raised his arm, and bent it slightly, assuming a posture that Jeston was very familiar with.

"hit!"

Damn it!

The force starts from the ground, comes from the waist, and gathers at the shoulders. It seems to be a simple and unpretentious attack, but it has unimaginable power.

It is said that in Yan Country, a strong warrior can knock down a tree that is so big that an adult can hug it with both hands with one blow of the Iron Mountain Lean. There are also martial arts masters who specialize in this martial art, who can create an Iron Mountain Lean area around them. Once someone enters, they can spontaneously launch the Iron Mountain Lean continuously, and ordinary people can't get close at all. Even if other martial arts masters want to compete with him, they have to consider whether they will be knocked several meters away by this blow!

As for Chongyue, he certainly does not belong to either of these two schools.