People in Terra, governing a weird little country

He knows a little bit about everything.

Baji Tieshankao is not the martial art that Zhongyue uses most often, but it doesn't matter. For him, there is no martial art in the world that is not mastered, only those who use it less. Needless to say, the reason why he used this move at this moment was, of course, to pay tribute to Jeston.

Give him a taste of his own medicine. Just now, Jeston used this move to counter his attack. This time, he also used this move to fight back. It was a kind of respect between martial artists.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people regard this as a provocation to teaching forehand and backhand, but Chongyue himself does not mean that.

The reason why he used this move so quickly was naturally because Zhongyue read Jeston's thoughts first.

Who is Zhongyue? A martial arts master, truly invincible, the pinnacle of individual combat power. Even if we discard the power of [Shuo], it would be a bit unfair to call him the pinnacle of mortal combat power. Zhongyue read Jeston's intention clearly the moment his eyes cast to his waist.

That's the experience!

Without him, only familiar with you!

But Jeston is not Chongyue. He does not have the ability to change his moves by force. He does not have the ability to launch sudden attacks in order to catch people off guard. Therefore, in his pursuit of extreme speed and strength, he does not leave himself any room to slow down and change.

Thus, a magical scene appeared in front of Ernst on the stage, the arena manager, and Hinterea who had just returned.

Jeston rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, and then hit Zhongyue's shoulder and arm, which had already been in a posture and ready to attack.

【elbow】

In an instant, the armored skin that Jeston had hastily condensed was shattered on the spot. Before he could react, Jeston felt a surge of force coming from the front, as if a large-scale car with the accelerator fully throttled was rushing straight at him, shouting:

"Praise the Emperor, a seat in another world!"

What, this is Terra too?

That's great, I'll find where Kjerag is... What did you mean by the Warp Demon? How far did I get elbowed? Did I fly to Sami?

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zhongyue stopped.

The military officer recorded the explanation at the right time:

"Exert 30% of your strength and keep 70% of it, and be able to control it freely. This is also the difference between a grandmaster and other warriors."

At the same time, Zhongyue also stretched out his hand and pulled up Jeston, who was still flying backwards several meters even though he had already reduced his strength.

"Mr. Jeston, it seems that I have won this round."

Jeston only felt dizzy, but his mind was unusually clear. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Zhongyue. He wanted to raise his hand to hold Zhongyue's hand, but he felt weak.

It’s not that he is really weak, it’s just that if he stands up at this time, doesn’t he have to consider his future affairs?

Jeston was not someone who could be easily bullied. If he was really pushed into a corner, he only needed one move to make Zhongyue kneel down and beg him not to die!

In order to avoid being too embarrassed by being beaten by his iron face and making Zhongyue unable to change his hands, he decided to stop here, endure the humiliation, and just lie on the ground and not get up.

Jeston closed his eyes and was about to pretend to faint, but at this moment, he heard a soft cry in his ears.

"Stand up, Jeston."

The voice was gentle yet strong, and seemed extremely familiar, but upon closer thought, Jeston realized that he had never heard it before.

He was startled and was about to ask back, but then he realized that he was on the ring at the moment, with Zhongyue alone by his side. How could the call come so close to his ear?

Damn it, Zhongyue punched himself and caused tinnitus and auditory hallucinations. Does this count as a work-related injury?

But before Jeston could calculate his work injury compensation, he noticed that he did not move, and soon, the voice sounded again:

"Stand up, Jeston Williams. I am ya... Yelagund."

What's up with this slightly strange transition?

After being punched, his mind became more active, his thoughts became more open, and his whole body became clearer. Jeston thought subconsciously. However, the next second, he suddenly reacted, opened his eyes abruptly, jumped up with a somersault, and shouted:

"yeah!"

"It's Yelagund!"

Yelagund's voice corrected,

"Jaston, don't be afraid. Fight him, I will help you."

Yelagund really couldn't stand it anymore.

At first, he was still a little uncertain, but just now he carefully felt that the person opposite him clearly had the aura of his own race. Although he didn't know why, the aura was a bit ambiguous. But even if the person opposite was not a behemoth, he was definitely an immortal!

For such a person to fight against Jeston, who is just a mortal, is a bit like bullying the weak.

What? Are you bullying me because I have no one in Kjerag?

Kjerag has no general, so Yelagund goes alone! Blessings!

"You've been strengthened, come on!"

Hearing these words, Jeston suddenly felt a surge of power flowing into his body.

At that moment, his waist no longer hurt, his legs no longer trembled, and his limbs seemed to be injected with endless power. He wanted to shout: "I want to beat ten of them!"

Of course, he would not ask why the great god Yelagund wanted to interfere in this duel at this moment. That would be the behavior of a straight man with no emotional intelligence.

He only needed one sentence, one sentence, to reply to Yelagunde and tell Zhongyue his determination!

Jeston grinned and took a sip of white air:

"war!"

PS: Today's update will be late because I was forced to go back home. I don't know what the custom is. Don't we usually say that we should visit the graves on Qingming Festival? But this year, my family called and said that we can't visit the graves on Qingming Festival, and asked me to come back a week in advance to visit the graves. Some of the traditions of the older generation are no longer available.

There will be another chapter later, so you can go to bed first and read it tomorrow.

Chapter 376: It was spread that Zhongyue narrowly defeated Jeston!

After taking a sip of Coke, Xinteleya looked at the situation on the field with some surprise:

"Does Jason look eager to fight?"

Ernst nodded in agreement:

"Indeed, why is Zeston so eager to fight?"

It's not that Ernst looked down on Jeston. Since coming to Kjerag, Jeston has worked diligently and devotedly, although not to the point of dying. This can be seen from the fact that Ernst has never been approached by Actoros since he recruited Jeston.

Jeston was definitely capable of civilian work, but Ernst had never expected him to be so eager to fight.

The one facing you is not Saria. Besides, in this world line, Setiha doesn't have the famous scene of knocking down Jeston with three punches. Even if you really meet her, there is no way to trigger the revenge buff, right?

I saw you two met at the expo.

Besides, the will to fight is one thing, Jeston, are you really that powerful?

According to the rules of the game given by Zhongyue, in the first round, he defends and Jeston attacks. In the second round, he attacks and Jeston defends. In the third round, both sides use their special skills to fight head-on. The game is won by two out of three.

In the first game, regardless of whether it was due to human relationships or whether Zhongyue really thought so, he gave up a game. In the second game, Jeston was completely defeated by the Iron Mountain Backbone. From this point on, Ernst actually did not hold much hope for Jeston.

In the second round, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was clearly beaten. There was a clear gap in the strength of the two. In fact, the first round that Jeston "won" was also a bit exaggerated. If Zhongyue had not stopped, and really exchanged injuries for injuries as Jeston said when he first watched the game, the iron spikes that were shattered into powder might not have been made by Jeston.

Ernst can see it, and Sintrea can naturally see it as well. If Sintrea can see it, there is no reason why Jeston himself, who is in the arena, cannot see it.

Those who are involved in the fight are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly. That is only true when playing chess. If you really start a fight and have gone through two rounds, you still can't tell whether you can win or not. It doesn't make sense.

Ernst actually wanted to stand up and say something nice to stop the fight. After all, if they really fought head-on and hurt Jeston, he wouldn't know how much face he would lose. But he hadn't made any money in Casimir yet, so he might have to pay for medical expenses. That was the point.

Who doesn't live a tight life? Even if you can use the public account, you have to save as much as possible.

But just as he was about to stand up by holding on to the handrail, Jeston suddenly somersaulted and said "fight", which made the four people on and off the stage unable to stand up at the same time.

Ernst was worried that his employee might have been beaten stupidly, and whether he could ask Yan Country for compensation for treatment.

Hinterea was confused as to how Jeston could be so courageous. If it were her, she would have just laid on the ground and pretended to be dead. It wasn't the first time she had done this in previous match-fixing events, so she had no psychological burden at all.

The military officer was surprised that Jeston could regroup so quickly. He should have felt the master's strength in the previous move. If it were Yan Country, at this time, there would be people who bowed their heads and asked to be his disciple, and people who clasped their hands and admitted defeat. There were some who dared to continue fighting, but they were only one in a million. And even a martial arts fanatic would need some time to regroup and think of countermeasures.

After all, a martial arts fanatic is just obsessed with martial arts, not a real fool. Without making a plan, does he expect to kill the master with just a bunch of random punches?

Someone like Jeston was really beyond his imagination.

But he was not the most surprised. The most surprised was Zhongyue himself.

The first time he came to Casimir, this master, who was always known for his calmness and maturity, showed a surprised expression to someone.

The Iron Mountain attack just now successfully hit Jeston, and he has basically judged Jeston's strength.

I don't know the lower limit, but the upper limit is definitely not as good as mine. And I lack the experience of sparring with real masters. Although I can think of a tactic of making a sudden move and catching people off guard, I can't hide my eyes and movements. I saw the clue at a glance.

Although this is basically nonsense, but...it is indeed nonsense.

If Jeston's combat experience really surpassed his own, then Zhongyue should not be confused and surprised, but should be doubting his life.

But such a person who is not as good as himself, at this moment, issued an unyielding battle cry to himself.

His strength is unknown, but the excitement and fighting spirit hidden in his shout of "fight" cannot be faked!

It's getting interesting.

Zhongyue sighed in his heart and took the initiative to suggest:

"Mr. Jeston, don't you want to take a break?"

Jeston shook his head firmly:

"No need to rest, let's fight now!"

Hearing this heroic answer, Zhongyue's heart was rekindled with a sense of heroism. He nodded and took up his stance again.

Different from the last time when he used the Iron Mountain Leaning stance, this time, his hands were placed one in front of the other on his chest, one eye in line, and completely horizontal. His legs were in a sideways horse stance, his lower body was stable, and he was as immovable as a mountain.

Obviously, this is another defensive counterattack move, but compared to the Iron Mountain Backstroke just now, it is a bit more offensive.

Zhongyue had to be honest, after only the first two rounds, his hands were not even warm yet, but this did not prevent him from showing his true ability to respond to Jeston's great fighting spirit. This was the greatest respect for a challenger!

"Mr. Jeston, please."

Jeston smiled slightly, and the next second, he disappeared from the spot, leaving only two snowflakes falling.

Zhongyue's eyes suddenly focused, and without further ado, he immediately raised his hand and exposed his elbow, using the hard joints to block forward. Generally speaking, this move is very effective, because human fingers are definitely not as strong as the crutch. If it is a head-on collision, the elbow may not be injured, but the opponent's fingers will be fractured and deformed.

But he was facing [Boundary Breaker·Jaston]!

As we all know, there are countless subspecies of Jeston. The eldest brother can transform into everything. What's wrong with breaking the boundaries?

Whoops, just kidding.

Of course, Jeston's hands are no match for Zhongyue's, but Jeston has more than just hands.

He also has Originium skills.

The moment Zhongyue raised his hand to block, Jeston, whose knuckles were inlaid with black steel, threw a straight punch at him.

The human body is indeed amazing, but Zhongyue's body is still not strong enough to withstand steel. He reacted immediately and changed his moves from blocking to grabbing. He opened his hands and directly let go of his face, while turning sideways and trying to grab Jeston's arm.

His strength is stronger than Jeston's, and he has already confirmed this in the second round of confrontation just now.

As for his speed, although this time Jeston showed an offensive speed beyond the second round, he still has confidence in himself.

If nothing unexpected happens, this capture should be a sure thing.

But it is also well known that on the land of Terra, if you think something is normal, then it is likely to be unexpected.

The moment he reached out and touched Jeston, Zhongyue suddenly felt a chill.

The attack of the cold air only lasted for a moment, but it did make Zhongyue feel something was wrong.

He looked carefully and found that Jeston's arms were already covered with black iron and white frost.

Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt (Physical Enhanced Version)!

Zhongyue immediately realized what was happening.

In the Great Wasteland City, it snows in winter. When the temperature is low, if you rashly put your hands, tongue, or something like that on the frozen iron railings, you will most likely encounter a scene that the general public likes to see.

[A must-do activity when traveling to Northeast China—stick your tongue to the railing! ]

Zhongyue reacted and tried to withdraw his hand immediately, but Jeston would not give him the chance. He immediately stretched out his hand and tried to grab Zhongyue's arm.

Zhongyue's expression finally became a little more serious.

Facing Jeston's hand, this time, he did not dodge or evade, but decisively turned defense into offense, advancing to retreat, bending his fingers into tiger claws and striking directly at Jeston's abdomen.

A confident smile appeared on Jeston's face. In his opinion, Zhongyue's attack was definitely useless because his [Iron Shirt] was also there.

Do you know what armor stacking is? Covering his body with a layer of iron shell, he becomes a happy tin can. As long as Chongyue doesn't hit him in the face, how can he do anything to him now that he has been strengthened?