Ming looked back at Odin leaving, then turned around.
She touched the pointed horns on her head and walked to Fang Plover, with a deep sense of amusement in her eyes. Fang Yu was so frightened that he quickly took two steps back, and then the latter smiled meaningfully: "So, little guy, you look like this. You're not as handsome as I thought, but you're still pretty cute -"
As she spoke, she looked around Fang Plover: "How about it, do you want to join the Godslayer?"
What happened to these big guys? Why did this problem arise in the first place? Fang Yu shook his head while thinking.
"You really don't want to join?"
He nodded slightly.
"How could it be, sister, am I so unattractive?" Ming looked at herself curiously, "Or do you like that guy's model?" She looked in the direction Odin left.
"???"
"You really got what I said?"
Fang Yu said resolutely: "Absolutely not."
"real?"
Fang Plover was about to cry. He knew that this Construct Queen looked mature and cold on the surface, but was actually a legendary gossip player and a well-known humanoid repeater and self-propelled broadcaster in the circle.
Dan Ming suddenly chuckled, covered his mouth with his hands, and looked at him with his narrow eyes: "Don't worry, I'm just joking with you. That Odin guy is so uninteresting, how can he be more attractive than my sister? However, Little guy, your reaction is really interesting, by the way, what’s your name?”
Fang Plover breathed a sigh of relief and replied calmly:
"Ed."
"I am Ming, you should know that, right?"
Fang Yu looked at the constructed queen and nodded.
"Then let me say hello to you first, Ed," Ming said, while taking a step back and looking at him, the smile on his face gradually faded. She became serious and got to the point: "I only have one day, but one day can't tell you much, so I can only make a long story short. And I am always serious about things and don't like wasting time - you should Do you know something about it?”
Fang Yu nodded again. Regarding this Construct Queen, her personality, birthday and preferences were no longer secrets in the community. There is nothing that can be done about this. In order to create stars, the club will share these things with fans, but as a top guild selector, there is no freedom.
This is also the reason why he prefers free-chosen ones - like Miss Loofah, who is very mysterious to people, completely different from her teacher, the Queen of Constructs.
But Ming no longer cared much about these things and just said: "It's better to do it than to say it. Any training will eventually fall into actual combat. I told you enough last time. This time we will use actual combat to solve the problem—— "
She stretched out her right hand and said, "Get ready." In the faint blue light, a slender structure was emerging. It was a silver swordsman, suspended in the air. "Actually, I also have an angel capable of it." He replied: "But this was modified by me myself, so you have to be careful."
Only then did Fang Yu react. He took a breath, glanced at the silver swordsman, and nodded. He looked back and saw that the Archangel that was knocked out by Odin could not be repaired for a while. He quickly touched the black crystal on his chest with his hand and released another Archangel.
Ming looked at the capable angel calmly and did not rush to attack. Instead, he asked first: "Do you still remember what I taught you last time?"
"Remember, Ms. Ming." Fang Yu responded. How could he forget about swift tactics? In fact, it was not the first time he came into contact with related techniques when he was underground in Fenris. Those were things he had seen over and over again hundreds of times in the community——
Just recently, he reviewed it. Later, when assisting Ye Hua in fighting in Du Lun, he also used the insights he gained at that time.
Ming glared at him: "Call me sister."
Fang Yu blushed: "Sister Ming, Ming."
Ming then nodded with satisfaction and continued: "I told you last time that the true meaning of swift tactics lies in knowing yourself and the enemy. Only by mastering the information can you defeat the enemy first. What is the meaning of swiftness? It is to strike first."
But she paused slightly: "But there were too few opportunities at the time, and I didn't have time to tell you the core essence of this tactic - what is fast?"
What is fast?
Speed is an unambiguous attribute in Aitaria.
The speed of an adult human in Aitaria is 27-35. This is the basic speed of human beings, which is no different from ordinary people on earth. After he reached level 15, his speed was 42, which was only slightly faster than ordinary people.
For example, the average adult's 100-meter speed is between thirteen and sixteen seconds, but he can run in the twelve-second range, which is not as good as the top athletes on the planet. But the alchemist himself is not good at physical fitness after all.
This speed is two-thirds of the speed of his 'Sword Plover', half of the 'Screaming Banshee', and one-third of the speed of the Angel.
The speed of the Archangel is 117.
It is on par with the highest level sensitive professions at this level.
However, the equipment of top-notch sensitive professions can still exceed this level.
While straight-line speed is only one part of the attribute called speed, it's also related to explosive power. In actual practice, the speed performance of Angel Enabler would not exceed three times, but would be almost double.
To be precise, it's only over 70%. In other words, a top nightingale at level 16 or so can reach a straight line speed of 100 meters and eight seconds, which is enough to leave the number one flying man on earth behind.
And this gap will become more and more obvious as the level increases——
If Ming was asking about speed, Fang Yu could only give this answer in his heart.
But Ming didn't ask him for an answer, and just continued: "The speed of ordinary powerful angels is 117, mine is 124, yours is slightly inferior, but not much different. Your attack power is about 140, and my high speed is about 140. Ten percent more than you. As for protection and core output, there is no difference - maybe ordinary Angels have better overload performance, but mine has excellent performance in temperature control..."
She paused for a moment: "This is about the difference between our two constructions. Generally speaking, there is almost no difference. It's just that my construction is more suitable for my own style. So now I ask you this question .”
"How big do you think the difference is between the speeds of 117 and 124?"
What's the difference in speed at seven o'clock?
Fang Yu quickly gave the answer in his mind, and the answer was almost the same. If it is 7 and 14, the difference is doubled, but based on the basic values of 117 and 124, the 7-point speed difference can no longer determine too much.
Ming saw his expression and knew that he already had the answer in his mind. But the Constructed Queen didn't ask whether it was correct or not, she just raised her hand lightly, and as soon as the suspended silver swordsman landed on the ground, he stabbed Fang Plover with a silver sword.
Fang Yu was shocked and quickly ordered the capable angels to rescue him.
But Ming's eyes flashed and he spoke first: "The Angel's dodge value is 377 and its balance is 52. Under extreme control, the turning speed is almost certain. You should know that time - and Ed, it retreats in a straight line. What time will it take?”
Fang Plover was startled.
Pluto pointed his hand: "It seems that there are many possibilities, but the optimal solution is always fixed."
The direction her hand was pointing - the Angel Angel had just arrived at that point. Although the starting points of the two were different, the silver swordsman arrived first, and the Angel Angel reached that position diagonally. Take out the long sword in your hand.
The shining sword blade was like a narrow light.
Fang Yu felt extremely uncomfortable. It was clear that the speed of both parties was almost the same, and despite his initiative, the other party took the lead. It felt like I had been waiting in line all night, only to wake up early in the morning and find that someone had cut in front of me.
It makes people vomit blood.
But he had no choice but to make the capable angel raise his sword to fight back——
A flash of intertwined sparks flashed, and the trilling sound of the two swords making one's scalp numb.
The speed of the construct has reached its limit, and there are like two silver afterimages on the platform, and a patch of falling Venus. The two alchemists stood motionless, silently inputting the mental calculations into their control gloves.
Between movement and silence, the scene looked extremely strange.
But the situation is obviously a bit one-sided. At this level of fighting, if you lose the initiative, you lose everything. After exchanging two swords in succession, Fang Plover realized that he was at a disadvantage step by step. He gritted his teeth and wanted to fight back.
However, after a flash, Fang Plover froze a little - Ming's silver swordsman was still in front of him, and the relative positions of the two parties had hardly changed.
He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the Construct Queen.
He was a little dazed for a moment, even more frustrated than when he fought Odin. Because Ming didn't use any level to suppress him, and she didn't use any advanced constructs, the silver swordsman she transformed was actually on the same level as the powerful angel.
But he lost without any doubt.
Fang Yu was a little stunned: "Sister Ming, I lost."
"It's normal to lose to me," Ming smiled and didn't take it seriously: "After all, I am the Queen in this field, and that little girl Loofah will lose to me occasionally... Don't worry, think carefully. Why did you lose all of a sudden?"
Why lose?
In fact, it was somewhat similar when fighting Odin, because he fell behind every time.
But why is this so? He couldn't help but think of what Ming had said before, it was indeed about speed - the opponent's attack was like a storm, but it only gave him the feeling that it was fast, so fast that he could hardly think or react.
After a round of attacks, he took the lead step by step, and then he lost without any suspense.
But is there such a big difference between the speed of 117 and the speed of 124? Suddenly, a flash of light flashed across Fang Piao's mind. He raised his head and looked at the other person - Ming could tell from his expression that he had reacted, and he was slightly startled.
Realized so quickly?
"What did you think of?" she asked.
"It's simplicity," Fang Plover gave an answer in his mind. Speed is not speed, because there is still time for intention and reaction. Therefore, the action strategies of angels with the same speed in the hands of different people are completely different.
And such differences will only lead to differences in speed.
But the fastest speed will only be the simplest strategy.
There is only one optimal solution——
The information they have will make it easier for people to find this solution. Therefore, when both parties have only one solution, whoever finds this first will have the upper hand.
"Simplicity means speed." Ming looked at the young man with some admiration and nodded lightly: "This is also the core essence of swift tactics. The information mastered only allows people to make more accurate judgments."
"But being addicted to information will lead to inferiority."
"When you meet the Gray King, you will understand the true meaning of this." At this point, she couldn't help but sigh lightly.
She is actually only one step away from the Ten Kings, but it is this one step that determines the gap between the two.
Only by reaching this point can people often see the real ceiling more clearly. If you can't make any progress, you can't make any progress. She looked at Fang Plover and couldn't help but think of another student of hers, Loofah.
She hoped that Loofah could reach a height that she could not reach before. The little girl who was once favored by most people seemed to have such potential.
It's just that it took Loofah one night to give her this answer, but the boy in front of her took five minutes. She suddenly remembered some rumors she had heard, legends she once thought were anecdotes.
There are some rumors about the third war zone, the strongest of the three craftsman kings in the history of Chinese dynasties.
Did the Fairy Dance really exist?
Such doubts also arose in her mind.
But the constructed queen immediately shook her head and came back to her senses. She looked at Fang Plover and asked, "Since you have thought it through, how about we do it again?"
Fang Yu was silent for a moment and nodded. He wiped his sweat. The two of them fought for just a moment, but it felt like he was exhausted. His whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, sweating profusely.
He took a breath and was about to raise the control glove in his hand again.
But at this time, Ming asked: "Wait, do you still have experience?"
Fang Plover nodded slightly.
"How many?"
"No, not much, there are about a quarter to sixteen levels left..."
Ming retracted her hand and took out a green leaf from her pocket. "Take it." She gently threw the leaf forward and threw it in front of Fang Plover. Fang Plover looked at this leaf with some surprise. It was the leaf of the holy tree.
It is one of the few legendary consumables in Aitaria that can provide serious cognitive experience points.
One leaf is worth 30,000 experience points.
This is no small number.
And such leaves can only be used twice in a person's life. Because the second time it is used, it is only half effective, and the third time it is completely ineffective.
It was too expensive, and he was embarrassed to pick it up for a while. Dan Ming looked at him and shook her head: "Pick it up. To train newcomers, you must prepare these things." She shook her head: "You haven't used them before, have you?"
Fang Yu shook his head, and he used his head - this thing was worth hundreds of thousands of Lisels a piece. He could only afford one or two slices by selling him, but from what he said, top guilds cultivate talented trainees. This was unexpected. Is it a must-have?
Fang Yu suddenly felt that the Grand Guild was not that bad after all.
But he quickly shook his head and threw away this bizarre idea.
Ming's special training, which was said to last for one day, actually came to an end in just half a day.
On the one hand, it was because Fang Plover already had a foundation in swift tactics, and the Construct Queen had already taught him quite a bit of experience the last time he was underground in Fenris. Now that I have a solid foundation, it will be much easier to teach this time.
But on the other hand, it was also Fang Pliance's own understanding of the field of combat craftsmanship. He himself was not aware of this, but Ming was already frightened. But she didn't say it out loud. After all, the other person was a young man, and sometimes being too confident was not a good thing.
She has seen many such examples.
However, in private, when Odin asked her about her related training, the Construct Queen still smiled at him mysteriously.
Monk Zhang Er was confused by Odin's gaze, and he asked speechlessly: "What are you laughing at, what are you so crazy about? Have you seen that guy in Chenxi?" Ming glared at him angrily: "The dog spits in his mouth. If I don’t produce ivory, do you care what makes me happy?”
"Inexplicable." Odin shook his head.
…
While the two were talking.
Fang Yu was watching a boy with a baby face carrying a huge backpack walking towards him curiously. The other person looked left and right before asking, "Are you Mr. Ed?"
After a arduous battle, Fang Yu finally got Ming's approval before letting him go. But now he was sweating profusely, sitting aside to rest, looking at the other party, and then nodded inexplicably.
He knew both Ming and Odin, but he really saw the young man in front of him again - but he felt vaguely familiar.
The young man had already stretched out his hand to him: "Hello, my name is Washing hands."
Fang Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.
But when he heard this ID, his expression changed wildly, and he quickly took back his hand and touched his pocket - only to press an empty button. When he looked up, he saw that his money bag was in the opponent's hand. The young man took his money bag and looked it up and down, left and right, and felt a little pity:
"So poor."
Fang Yuan's face darkened, wondering if this man could speak anymore, so he just said: "Give it back to me."
"Don't worry, I'm just taking a look," the young man smiled slightly: "You put your wallet too carelessly. If I hadn't checked it for you, it might have been lost sooner or later. But you don't have to thank me, it's just me. It’s just a personal habit.”
Fang Yu took his bag with a speechless expression. He believed that this man was a ghost, but looking at the young man, he asked with some disbelief: "You, are you washing by hand? Rogue hand washing?"
The young man nodded: "It's me."
"B-But aren't you a woman?"
"Ah, that's my sister."
"Your sister?"
"She calls for hand washing."
Fang Yu looked at the other person a little suspiciously, why had he never heard that this person had a sister.
The young man didn't care and just replied: "By the way, you should know why I came here, right?"
"Is it because of Mr. Odin?"
The young man nodded: "I will teach you how to deal with the close attacks of Nightingales and other professions. You should know that Nightingales and other professions are the natural nemesis of alchemists and other spellcasting professions——"
He paused, looked at Fang Plover and said, "I don't have much time, you can prepare now."
Although Fang Yu was a little suspicious that this man was lying to him, since Odin didn't come out, he was embarrassed to ask more questions. Besides, although the other party is not as famous as Ming and Odin, he is still a big boss.
Although he has seen a lot of bosses recently and has gradually gotten used to it, he still nodded slightly.
When the young man saw him nodding, he took a step back and waited for him to finish. But suddenly, the other party asked: "By the way, little brother, do you still have experience?"
Fang Yu stopped moving his hands and felt that these words sounded familiar.
When he looked up, he saw that the other party was taking out a potion bottle filled with golden liquid from his pocket - potion of knowledge. At that moment, Fang Yu felt like tears were streaming down his face. Although he knew that he was very poor, these big guys must have gone too far.
Not to mention preparing an experience consumable, everyone is different.
This does not require the survival of poor people like them at the bottom.
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