At the end of the knockout rounds, Xueming rushed to various arenas to discuss techniques and tactics with the students based on their elemental composition, asking the losers to cheer up and make a last-ditch effort.
The whole process is long and complicated. Not only are the gunsmiths reviewing with the students before the exam, the teacher also learns a lot from these children.
There are more and more names on the log, and in addition to names, more game details appear.
"The spirit body of the red party is tough, and the complete clump of silk threads can be vaguely seen, and it has reached the stage of cocooning."
Xueming took notes while observing the situation on the field.
"The game time has entered the eight-minute finale. The pyroxene light sources and physical reserves of both sides are like flickering candles, extinguished as soon as they are blown."
The scene on the stage was like a shower of sweat and blood like a foehn.
"The blue side fought very smart. His spirit body is not as good as the red side. He used weak spiritual threads to resist the blows of the sticks, trying his best to dissolve the force of the direct blow from the blunt object. He rolled like a rolling pin and sent away more fat. The side of the arm—eyes, hands, heart, and mind are all integrated, which is a great technique.”
There was a slight pause, which was a time for the dueling parties to adjust their pace, breathe like cattle, and exchange glances.
"Judging from the accumulation of damage to the two bodies, the blue side's attack range is smaller and the density is greater, while the red side's attack range is larger, but it cannot weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness - both of them have to reach the end of their physical fitness."
Xueming raised his head and stared at the two contestants fighting each other.
"If nothing else happens, the red side cannot break through itself, complete evolution, and find new ways to play, and he will lose."
The situation on the field is just as Xueming deduced——
——The blue player seemed to have been hit by a stick in many places on his body, with bruises and bruises on his face and bleeding, but he could still keep his eyes clear. Holding the long staff in his hand, he stepped forward and struck with his body, and his posture was like an experienced hunter.
The player on the red side only had three injuries. He held the French stick with his right hand, and his mouth, wrist, and thumb were all bruised. Later, he forced himself to use both hands to grasp the weapon and change the center line to meet the enemy. Otherwise, he would not even be able to hold the stick. Can't stand it anymore.
Another injury was on the belly and liver. Blue Fang's long stick stabbed Bai Guo at a distance. The precise and vicious stab almost turned the belly into a ball of rotten flesh. Broken muscle tissue could be seen, as well as A steady stream of blood flowed down his pants.
The last injury was to the left leg from the upright position, which was a whipping blow to the calf. In order to weaken the red side's combat effectiveness, the blue side used the long staff to gain a two-step advantage. If the opponent's left leg could be disabled, the red side would take one step forward. The intention to attack will become more obvious due to the sluggish left leg.
The psychic energy fluctuations of both sides of the battle are strong and powerful, and they are the group with the strongest fighting will among the seventh grade students.
Eight minutes passed, and the two still had not decided the winner. The injured Hu pained and groaned, just like the demonstration roar of a trapped animal trying to fight.
The player on the blue team was very patient, but at the moment when his opponent's shoulders, elbows and trunk were unbalanced, he became aggressive and eager to win.
Almost an instinctive reaction! It’s really just instinct!
At that moment, time seemed to slow down. The red side's left leg shin twitched and trembled. At the moment when the body was out of balance, the blue side swung the bat and hit!
The long staff is entangled with sharp spiritual threads for the simplest enchantment to increase damage. Use the club to hit hard and use bleeding damage to finish off the enemy!
If it drags on for tens of seconds, I'm afraid the body will betray the brain and fall to the ground weakly before the opponent!
Xiaolan thought so, almost following Xiaohong's trembling and twitching unbalanced state, she attacked simultaneously.
The embossed iron rods shining with azure light were shot at the same time. The red square stood up straight, without evading, but stood upright and regained consciousness at the last second - as if the weakness just now was "pretend to be covered up by the wolf's sleep" "Luring the enemy" trick!
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing was played out.
Xueming couldn't help but applaud the red side's fighting will——
"-Well done!"
It was hard for him to imagine how Xiaohong, who was so seriously injured, endured the pain, withstood the high pressure, and came up with this method to break through the predicament just one second before the decisive victory.
Previously, Xiao Hong was teased and played with by her opponent's long weapon, like a toy that was being slaughtered. She occasionally sacrificed her life to break through, causing extremely limited damage and unable to carry out precise strikes.
To be able to set a trap at the last second, show weakness to attack, and execute this process - it is already remarkable.
The result of the fight has not come out yet——
——Because the red and blue sides were fighting with sticks at arm's length, and the last bit of adrenaline was keeping their will strong. Unless they hit the important nerves in the head and face, and the attack was precise enough, they would not be able to get a winning critical hit.
They have been fighting for eight minutes, and there is no time to rest. Unless the goddess of luck is biased and only favors one of them, there is no way to hit the enemy's head with this mental state.
A few seconds passed, and the movements of both sides became slower and slower. Finally, the blue side collapsed. It was just a matter of exhaling and breathing, and the red side was too weak to kneel down.
The decisive bell rings——
"——The red side wins."
Xueming sent Lady White's products to the two brave men, and talked to the little red and blue pair about the details that need to be paid attention to in the knight's competition.
He said to Xiaolan: "You have done a good job and played smart, just a little short of it. In the final round, at an arm's length, your stick advantage is gone. If you can't hit it again, you will have to accumulate more points." The weakness of damage is that the red side has the advantage - you are too impatient."
Xiaolan said frustratedly: "It's not that I'm impatient. The moment I saw him slumped, his body seemed to be out of control and I wanted to go up and finish him!"
"That's because your body is too impatient." Xueming emphasized: "You can't control the body, you can't integrate spirit and body, and the speed of transformation will also slow down - you need to adjust slowly, which is very difficult. thing."
After Xiaohong drank Mrs. Bai's product, she brought another bucket of cold water and washed herself from top to bottom. She left the hot arena and returned to the teacher with a completely different person. When he was quiet, he was like a shy person. girl.
"Good fight." The gunsmith nodded towards Xiao Hong: "You have a deep understanding of mimicry technology - you can stay rational and arrange attacks in extremely intense combat environments. You are a very powerful warrior."
Xiaohong said nothing and bowed to the gunsmith teacher.
In the end, the red and blue parties shook hands and saluted, and the spiritual threads and the spiritual bodies exchanged information.
Although it was just an ordinary game, it had a different flavor in the eyes of the dean and a group of teachers and students.
Those are the remarkable results achieved by psykers at two different stages of pupation and cocooning with the help of knightly combat skills——
——Unlike simple addition and subtraction, it doesn’t matter whose stick or pyroxene is stronger, or whose spirit body is more perfect, it doesn’t determine the direction of the game.
Although the player on the blue team was in the pupation stage, the reason for his defeat was not that his psychic abilities were inferior to those on the red team.
On the contrary, his performance in the first half of the game was very impressive. His understanding of the spiritual threads and the strengths of the stick almost completely surpassed his opponents in terms of IQ.
The player on the red side is in the cocoon stage, and his spiritual body is more powerful, but the method of determining victory has little to do with spiritual power.
He was in a tough fight in the first half, and almost lost his weapon several times. The spirit body could help him once or twice to save his fatal mistake and help him absorb the damage and regain his grip on the stick. However, the main reason for defeating the opponent was the mimicry lure. The enemy and the subsequent layout of the attack.
The key factor that determines the outcome of this competition is patience. Whoever loses patience first and is overcome by pain and fatigue will lose the victory.
Judging from the red player's habit of stepping down from the stage, treating his wounds and pouring cold water over his body, I'm afraid he has experienced this kind of pain more than once, and it is a steel nerve forged through countless hardships.
All these mysterious changes come from the gunsmith's knightly combat skills.
It is a mental technique that can be practiced by ordinary people and is suitable for most combat scenarios. For psychic duels, it's almost a dimensionality-reducing blow.
At the highest point of the spectator seats -
——Dean Lupine looked at the many students who showed no mercy and etiquette in the final elimination stage, and showed their embarrassed duel postures when they gave it a try, but felt the inexplicable beauty.
"It's only half a year, only half a year." Dean Lupine sighed, holding the gem of the wand and looking towards the ring: "Why do I feel like these children have changed."
Director Simmons stood beside his old friend, his eyes wandering and wandering. Most of the senior students in Galahad are Blue Stone people. They are quiet, wise, and knowledgeable elites who rarely express such strong fighting spirit. The will is like a hunter wearing a leather skirt and holding a spear back in the wilderness era, which makes people feel incredible.
"I have to admit that the skills taught by the gunsmith are indeed something."
Even if it is a duel in the graduation group, as long as there is not much difference in the wands between the two parties, the psychic magic that can be performed is not as good as rubber bullets. It is a quick-attack magic and cannot directly defeat the opponent in the first round.
Just like Locke Tyson's fire blower, this technique can indeed kill strong disaster beasts and scare away most dementia monsters in underground environments. However, the sixteen-meter-square arena is too small and can be left to the mages. There is too little space. As long as Meteor can survive the first round of barbecue and open up a path to charge, he will be able to hold on to victory.
Director Simmons did not push the envelope——
——He no longer talks harshly, because reality does not teach magic etiquette, nor does it leave time and space for students to bow and cast spells, and there is one most critical thing.
As for the current winners, their results in the knight combat skills class are all very good, and almost all of them have obtained full credits for one semester.
The fact that lapis lazuli and some astral hybrids are among the best is due to the ruthless crushing of homo sapiens by the physique of beasts of disaster.
Magicians can also learn knightly combat skills, which is not conflicting. After realizing that their spiritual bodies were weak and weak with sticks, many students gave up on the idea of delivering flying props and instead used enchantment rituals to strengthen the direct damage of sticks, exercise their physical body's ability to resist blows, and have a negative impact on their wand spirits. For the main business, it is a detour.
But it is this long detour that repeatedly forges the will of these students. The casting and hammering that lasts for half a year allows these children who are afraid of pain to get acquainted with their own bodies again.
Lupine pointed at a pair of little red and little blue. They were both girls and classmates. The pair had just decided the winner. When they got off the ring, they clasped their hands and hugged each other, turning into two little crying bags.
"The last time I saw this kind of scene was before World War II. At that time, there were many heroes and people were full of hope. Young people had role models and never became discouraged. It didn't matter even if they lost. Opponents are not stumbling blocks or competitors that take away honors, but are best partners."
Simmons turned his head and looked at the stadium auditorium. Countless people were standing up one after another, following the totem flags of the college factions, like layers of waves. The sound of cheers and shouts of encouragement made him fascinated.
"Is this really the elimination round? Lupine, I don't understand."
You must know that the leader of the Sage's Cup in the past years has been determined through preliminary primaries. All eyes will be focused on a few young talents. After all, that is the hope of the whole village of Balasong. The talent of psychic energy is sent from God. Gift - Very, very few people will change their fate against the will of heaven after they reach adulthood. They often see old age at the age of three, so family background becomes extremely important.
In the knockout stage, everyone is picking treasures from the trash. Blue stone people are not as lively as red stone people. After one or two failures, most of the students have no fighting spirit and no sharp energy. The duel selection will become very Ugly.
Simmons would say this because this year's Sage's Cup is very different.
As teachers and assistants, the two unknown brothers were like a shot in the arm. They gave the students some kind of chicken blood and some ecstasy soup to make the audience in the knockout stage shout out with the momentum of the Best Luna Cup.
This is a kind of magic that is difficult for Director Simmons to understand. Dean Lupine can understand part of it because he has participated in the Sage's Cup in the past two eras, both as a contestant and as a referee. He understands that friendship is the most magical magic. .
Children always need vigor, vitality, and a spirit of fearlessness.
These students will care so much about winning or losing, and become extremely serious in the elimination stage, because knight combat skills give them another chance. Compared with ceremonies such as stone giving and staff giving, this kind of opportunity can be grasped and held tightly by everyone. in hand.
Dean Lupine has always wanted to study the craft of combining staff and stone, and give the blue stone people another [fairness]——
——Because the passenger only has one stick in his life, the temper of this Duling teacher is not easy to figure out. If the stick can be controlled artificially and turned into a magician's staff and a tool, there will be the possibility of recreating the universe. It is a transformation. Decay into miraculous merit.
The knightly combat skills taught by the gunsmith to the students are like another kind of magic wand. As long as the panacea is still there, it can cure injuries and diseases and make people's limbs sound, and it can be tempered into steel.
When the dean was thinking about it——
——Director Simmons became furious and became anxious. His granddaughter was eliminated because of the drone footage.
"How is it possible! What happened to her?"
Lupine: "Calm down, Simmons. A lot of people are watching you."
Simmons was so angry that he grabbed Lupine's beard and shouted nervously: "We made her such a powerful wand! Her psychic talent is not bad, why did she fall in the first round?! I don't understand!"
Lupine: "Everything has a reason, it's just because she's unlucky."
Simmons rolled his eyes: "Luck? I never believe in luck! Will Luna be defeated by luck? She is twenty-one years old! This is her last time participating in the Sage's Cup! She will lose her chain at this juncture! The whole family is ashamed of her!"
"Don't put too much pressure on your children." Lupine pointed to the big screen: "Look at your granddaughter, look at Luna, take a good look at her."
"It must be the referee blowing a black whistle! Damn it!" Simmons has never been so angry. No matter how angry this cunning jackal is, he will never lose his mind. Now he is so violent because the granddaughter he cares about most is in such a state. Turning in a zero-scoring answer sheet at the critical moment is like, in the ordinary world, an outstanding student in the third year of high school who pulled his hips during the college entrance examination.
Director Simmons was concerned but confused. When his eyes drifted to the big screen in the main venue, all the anger disappeared.
Because his granddaughter was crying and burying her head in her companion's arms——
——The makeup on Miss Luna's face was stained, and she was bruised and bruised. Seeing that, Simmons felt distressed and guilty, and an indescribable sense of shame threatened to overwhelm his mind.
"Gunsmith! Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"
"I'm here!" Xueming responded from a distance.
Simmons: "It's all your fault! My granddaughter was eliminated! It's all your fault! She was defeated by the good student you taught using knight combat skills?!"
Xueming raised his hands in surrender: "No, no, no, no! Director! I'm afraid you pay little attention to Miss Luna. This student is very hardworking and studious. She even got the full sixteen points for knight combat skills. She is indeed a A top student, I admire her very much."
"Then why. Why did she lose!" Simmons' forehead showed veins, but his attention was attracted by the live broadcast of the main stage.
On the big screen, the crying Luna was held in the arms of her opponent, who was her classmate and also a member of the 21-year-old graduating group.
"You've done a great job, Luna."
"I hope you will look at this matter rationally. We have done everything we should do. Our skills are not as good as ours. There is nothing to complain about."
"The source of all tragedies comes from lottery matching. Just because you met me."
"In the ring, your two failures were not because you were bad. The first opponent you met was Hasbon Madison. He was Morpho - your efforts were not in vain."
""The Myth of Sisyphus" said - losing hope is not despair. The fire on the earth is worth the fragrance in the sky."
"We were good enough and no one was responsible for this failure."
Jiang Bailu said this, passing makeup remover cotton and water to Luna, with an apologetic face.
The entire audience saw Director Simmons' granddaughter whimpering, rolling her eyes and cursing.
"You are so strong, how the hell did you end up in the loser group!"
Jiang Bailu covered her forehead and rolled her eyes as well.
"I originally wanted to ask Brother Meteor to borrow pyroxene and sticks for the competition, but I matched him in the second round and was immediately awarded a loss. I am also a victim of the matching system. We are classmates, and meeting you is considered fate."
At this time, the director had a bit of a funny attitude——
——The camera cuts to the shooting star player.
Meteor squatted in the canteen and ate popsicles. There was no Iron Knight at hand, and the rose-colored stone wolf mask was lent to Bai Lu.
He was very calm when he was on TV again. He greeted the audience with strange gestures and only said one word.
"6."
(End of chapter)
