"Rurik, do you understand everything? Use your greatest strength to knock your enemy down." Otto ordered enthusiastically.
Harold Zosen, the father of another child, also ordered: "Kanuf, don't be nervous! He is the same as!"
Two strong men encouraged their children. More people were watching, and the atmosphere became more lively.
Everyone was booing, just to see how two kids who didn't know how to fight performed a fight.
Rurik deeply understood that what he encountered was no joke. Although the other party was only seven years old, wasn't he also seven years old? !
Of course, this body is indeed only seven years old.
A soul over thirty years old resides in his thin body. Thirty years of time ended in a garbage truck that ignored all traffic rules. Later, when Liu Li opened his eyes, he saw a strange scene.
Seven years have passed since then.
Even so, Liu Li, or Rurik, was never the fool in a fight.
Even the boxing skills learned during military training, whose main purpose was to capture uniforms, were finally put to use now.
He couldn't help but bend his leg joints, his left arm hanging with the buckler in a blocking posture, and the wooden stick in his right hand naturally pressed against the buckler.
This posture is not surprising, it is a classic anti-collision posture.
It was this gesture that surprised Otto.
"Aric, did you teach him this?"
"No! Dad, I just taught him how to hold a shield, how to hold a sword, and also taught him the fighting spirit to keep fighting."
"Maybe you need to teach him some skills." Otto shrugged and looked at his partner Harold Zosen: "Do you think it's time to start?"
"Here we go, hopefully my kid will win."
"I hope so..." Otto shook his head and ordered loudly: "You can start, until we feel it's over. Listen, don't be afraid of bloodshed."
What? Is this fight going to be bloody? Could it be that the Vikings were born to be the same as the Spartans?
In an instant, Rurik's pressure increased dramatically.
He wanted to calm down his mood a little, but he saw Kanuf, the child across from him, charging over like a rabid dog, howling and holding up his wooden sword.
"Haha, this kid's attacks are unstructured, just a simple punch? It seems that he has not learned the most basic fighting skills."
When Kanuf was about to rush over, Rurik squatted down slightly, and then pushed hard. The wide wooden shield directly withstood Kanuf's momentum and pushed him down forcefully.
At this moment, Rurik had no idea that even though he was barely seven years old, he still had quite a lot of strength. It was worthy of eating so much fish on weekdays. Under the skin of his thin arms, there seemed to be limited but real muscles.
With one push and one movement, Kanuf's attack was defused. The beautiful performance surprised Otto.
However, Kanuf was not a coward. He staggered and fell on the gravel ground on the beach. He looked very embarrassed for a moment, and then he stood up again and rushed forward with a roar.
"Huh? Still coming? It seems that I should try to take the initiative."
Rurik came up with a plan. He continued to hold up his shield, deliberately letting the opponent continue to charge. At the right time, he used the shield to withstand the attack and directly hit his leg sideways.
It was a clever plan, but I never imagined that Kanuf was even bolder.
Kanuf ran over, suddenly jumped up, and hit Rurik's buckler with a powerful flying kick.
This force was no longer what Rurik's body could handle. He was kicked down. Because the rope tied to the shield on his left arm was obviously not strong enough, the shield simply slipped off.
Kanuf, who also fell, staggered to his feet and yelled sarcastically: "How about it? Are you considered the son of Odin? I kicked you down directly."
"you!"
One of the most unpleasant things in life is being teased by a kid, even though Rurik himself is just a kid.
He felt that he had been seriously insulted, and the hateful Kanuf in front of him must be taught a lesson.
shield? If not, there won’t be.
Rurik got up and dusted himself off.
For Otto, he finally saw for the first time the fierceness in his son's eyes, like a wolf waiting to grow up and want to devour the enemy.
"Rurik, where's your shield?! Do you still think you can defeat me with just a sword? You are overestimating your abilities." Kazov took advantage and continued to taunt: "Be careful, I will cut your teeth Knock it off!”
"Oh? Really? I won't knock out your teeth, but I will make you cry and beg for mercy." Rurik responded.
"You!! You're talking nonsense!"
Real children are always so ignorant that they don't even know what pain is.
Rurik knew a lot, even quite a bit about how to subdue another person.
Kanuf rushed over with an angry grin, facing the man who had lost his shield. He felt that he had a very good chance of winning.
Is there a good chance of winning?
Seeing the unlucky child rushing over, the wooden stick held high was obviously intended to hit him in the head.
Rurik was very smart. He took the opportunity to squat down and perform a mantis sweep, tripping Kanuf directly.
This just tripped him up, and Rurik rushed over with a strong stride, first stepped on Kanuf's back, and then threw the wooden sword. He hugged Kanuf's right arm with the wooden sword that he had lost, and locked his legs into the armpit of his right arm. With his two strong legs, he forcefully forced Kanuf to lie on the ground, unable to move at all, and even breathing was difficult. difficulty.
What Rurik used was a back-position grappling and subduing technique. This performance was truly something that no one onlookers had ever seen before.
Otto found it really refreshing, because no one had ever used such strange tricks in tribal wrestling games, but it was obvious that it was quite effective.
"Are you convinced?!" Rurik asked through gritted teeth.
At this moment, Kanuf was of course twisting his body desperately, like a fly that had hit a spider web and was eager to escape.
Kanuf tried to raise his head, but was pinned down by Rurik's right leg. He tried desperately to squirm away, shouting dissatisfaction.
"Not convinced? You question my identity. It seems you don't know what pain is."
You said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, but Rurik didn't believe it, so he pinned Kanuf's fingers hard to see if he could still make him succumb to the continuous severe pain.
In terms of pure fighting, the Ross tribe warriors who advocate directness and straightforwardness have never encountered such underhanded tactics?
Otto watched with great interest. For some reason, Kanuf, who was tied tightly, was not thinking about how to escape, but was letting out a heart-rending scream, as if his arm had been cut off.
Kanuf's father was heartbroken, but he refused to give up. After all, his son had not yet bled.
"Surrender!" Rurik ordered.
Kanuf was already crying in pain. In order to show his strength in front of his father, he closed his eyes tightly and roared with vibrato: "Never!"
"You! You reckless man! Do you want me not to cut off your fingers?" After saying that, Rurik exerted another force, and the severe pain from his fingers triggered Kanuf's most horrified cry.
Kanuf was finally defeated and began to cry loudly, and this cry was tantamount to announcing his surrender to the onlookers.
"That's it. Rurik, stop it!" Otto gave an order, and Rurik relaxed his muscles very wisely.
But at this time, due to the severe pain in his fingers, the soreness in his arms, and even the difficulty in breathing due to the constant pressure, Kanuf, who was crying, would not be able to get up for a while.
In any case, the two children were only seven years old, and the fight just now was watched by a group of strong tribal men as if they were watching a show. They just felt that what they were seeing was another kind of battle.
No one cheered, everyone just watched quietly, because no one saw clearly what was going on. As a result, Rurik dusted himself off and stood up, while his opponent Kanuf was still lying on the ground crying. It was as if Rurik, who was only seven years old, had lost his arm.
In the end, Kanuf's father pulled him up, and after checking, he was fine.
Kanuf had lost all his previous arrogance. He showed no dissatisfaction. Looking at Rurik who was approaching with a kind face, he actually showed fear.
"You...we are just a competition, I don't want to hurt you." Rurik said kindly.
Kanuf didn't want to talk. He just wanted to cling to his father Harold Johnson's side for a sense of security.
Haro Zuosen naturally had no intention of blaming Rurik at all. He was particularly curious: "Rurik, what is the name of the one you just used? How did you beat him to tears?"
"Huh?" Rurik scratched his head: "Kanuf was too reckless and could easily kick him down. Then I subdued him and broke his fingers. Believe my uncle, it was very painful. I think if I were older, it would be easy to break another person's finger off. The intense pain will make the opponent lose all thoughts of fighting back."
"This matter..." Harozov looked at Otto with surprised eyes: "Chief, did you teach him this? Maybe you should give these special skills to others earlier."
"You praise the wrong person." Otto also took a breath and looked at his son in surprise: "Rurik, you invented all this? This year is obviously your first time to fight, and it should have been two children. I never thought..."
"Shouldn't we go all out?" Rurik asked calmly: "It's you who asked us to fight until we bleed. I think that's still too crazy, just make Kazov cry. Yes, those I came up with all the tricks.”
"You are very good!"
At this moment, Otto's heart was like an erupting volcano. He was so excited that he simply picked up his son with his strong hands, let him ride on his neck, and shouted to all the people watching: "You all see Here we are! This is the person blessed by Odin! It was Odin who gave him special fighting skills! We, the Ross family, will also learn these!"
For Otto, he knew that his power lay entirely in the support of the tribal people. If he becomes mediocre, the leader will be succeeded by another warrior.
So does he need to continue to successfully demand tribute? He also needs various reasonable means to maintain his power.
Now, as long as my son continues to enjoy the "Odin's Blessing", everyone's support will be deepened.
Now it seems that his son is really being protected by Odin.
His son Rurik may also know more fighting skills, which must be skills from Valhalla Temple, Otto is already convinced of this.
People began to chant slogans such as "Son of Odin" and "Thank you Valhalla". Rurik never expected that he was just showing off his capture and subjugation skills after a thousand years, and he was rumored to be "Valhalla". "Temple Secrets", what could be stranger than this?
It's ridiculous, but at least it has gained a lot of fans.
Even the weeping Kanuf's mood suddenly changed.
Rurik could not forget Kanuf, who was so arrogant just now. He was really a child. Now he looked groveling and muttered: "I... I really want to learn this."
Perhaps it is a child's nature to follow the strong.