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Volume 2/Expedition to the Girls Chapter 37/The Prototype of the Military Killing Fist

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    PS: I had a full day of classes today, which is probably the first update.  The growth rate of the collection is decreasing, but the combat effectiveness and moral integrity values ????are crazy But the good news is that I finally have something to eat today, my eyes are full of blood and tears, and I am speechless to thank the heaven.  .  "" When Ellen mentioned Yiwen Yian, Iofita's heart moved slightly.  "Master Ian is not in the Duke's Palace at this time." Even when faced with a difficult enemy, Iofita's expression did not change at all, and she answered quietly, as if the visitor was just an ordinary guest, and she was a servant.  , taking care of etiquette for the absent master.  "Aren't you here?" Ellen looked at Iofeta's expression carefully, but unfortunately nothing could be seen from that too calm expression, "But it needs to be confirmed" Iofetta did not continue to answer.  , behind her, the front door of the Duke's Palace slammed shut, and the meaning was obvious enough - "Since we are not welcome, then we have no choice but to break in." Ellen smiled softly, but the meaning in her words  There was no trace of murderous intent, "Grand Snow!" The long-handled war shovel of the gravekeeper is more like a battle ax or a steel spear than a shovel. It was brought by the gravekeeper at the peak of the first level of truth, but at the same time  It possesses the agility of a spear and the power of a battle axe.  With her cheek wrapped in a black bandage, Gravekeeper Granchet flashed out from behind Ellen, but she had already stabbed the head maid straight with a shovel like lightning!  After giving the order for Granciell to entangle Iofetta, Ellens no longer cared about them. At this time, Abel had left, and now all the inquisitors of the entire army were under her control: "Separate three points."  "With one manpower, see if there are other entrances." With an order from Alice over there, the judges all circled around the Duke's Palace. Not to mention the battle between Granciere and Iofetta.  It reached its climax.  Granciere stabbed with a spade, and Iofita jumped sideways in her long skirt, but she jumped directly in front of an armed priest who was about to leave. The priest was stunned for a moment, and took out the gun sword in his arms: "  Get out of here!" The white-haired maid glanced at him with her lake-green eyes, and then she waved her hand.  He slashed the priest on the side of his neck, then grabbed the priest's collar - twisted and threw him!  "Gooji!" It was like a distorted sound like jelly falling to the ground. The priest's neck had been twisted in a strange direction, and the splattered flesh and blood was quickly covered by the blood dripping from the corpse.  Having witnessed the death of the church member with his own eyes, Granciere did not hesitate and continued to carry the seemingly heavy magic cannon, followed behind Iofetta, and struck her hard on the back of the head.  Iofetta turned around, blocked the handle of the shovel with a "pop", and kicked the side with a flying kick - "Bang!" With a huge impact like a kick to defeat the enemy, I was kicked in the abdomen, and the tomb guard rushed over.  He flew back very quickly.  Ignoring Granci¨¨re, Iofetta stared at a slower hermit again, catching up with him at a faster speed, grabbing his jumping ankle, and waving - "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  ¡ª¡ª¡± The screams suddenly stopped, and the body slapped on the ground was like a piece of meat stuck to the wall.  After throwing the hermit to death on the stone path, Iofetta raised her gaze and looked around her. There was no easy target to start with, so she glanced at the judge in the distance.  Looking at those cold dark green eyes, the judges felt a chill in their bodies.  Having killed two people, there was not even a trace of blood on his body. The fluttering white apron and the white hair of the maid made him look like the messenger of hell, Sabina, the God of Death.  A whistling sound came from above Iofeta, and she jumped back quickly. The next moment, the tombkeeper's spade fell from the sky, splitting the hermit's dead body, and exploding the ground.  The torn body parts spattered Granciere with blood, but the gray eyes of the gravekeeper did not blink. He stood up, stepped forward, and pulled out a spade with a trace of blood arrows, which had turned into a ruthless attack.  He slashed hard at Iofetta.  Iofita¡¯s reaction was quick. Almost as soon as Granciere stood up, she started to retreat. However, no matter how fast she retreated, she could only avoid the direct attack of the spade.  However, the line of blood that was splashed out along with the war shovel could not be avoided.  Iofita¡¯s face felt cold, but her spotless apron was finally stained with blood.  However, the icy flesh was stained with blood, and the blood drops on her cheeks made Iofita's cold and beautiful face even more beautiful.  Granxue gained the upper hand, and the spade in his hand turned into dancing silver flowers, advancing towards Iofetta step by step.  However, he evaded the guards one after another.The tomb man slashed more than a dozen times, but Iofita found a flaw, passed the waving silver spade, took a step forward, and passed the tomb guard, and then - "Bang!"  A dull blow.  The gray eyes of the gravekeeper finally changed.  Under Iofeta's terrifying power, Granciere's body was about to fly away in an instant, but Iofeta grabbed the tombkeeper's ankle - and pulled it into her arms, and then another  Elbow strike - "Pfft!" This time the gray-haired tombkeeper spit out blood.  Granciere reluctantly tried to raise the shovel to fight back, but Iofetta struck out with an elbow, followed closely behind, held her shoulders, jumped up - and hit her with a full-force knee strike!  There was an audible shattering sound from the sternum, and the seriously injured gravekeeper drew a high parabola and fell at Ellen's feet.  "" The steel golem that had just commanded to sit down smashed open the front door of the Duke's Mansion. When Ellen turned around, she did not expect to see such a scene.  ¡°You guy, you can actually beat Grand Snow like this¡± Ellens suppressed the look of surprise on her face and frowned.  Granciere propped up his body with a spade and spit out blood. Under such circumstances, the tombkeeper remained silent, but he was even less fond of talking than Iofetta.  "With bare hands I don't know when Ferdenan had such a profound knowledge in boxing" "" Iofita raised her head and glanced at Ellen, and finally said lightly,  "Free fighting" If Yi Wenyan were here, he would definitely complain about Iofeta's statement. He just provided some opinions. As for the messy things she modified herself, is it still in the category of free fighting?  , then God knows.  Judo, Sanda, boxing, grappling, Muay Thai wrestling, side kicks, elbow strikes, cross counter punches, knee strikes In this world, the tendency of martial arts tends to be combat with weapons and straight forward, so the study of bare-handed fighting skills  Not much. It was because he wanted to develop a set of new model army martial arts boxing that Yi Wenyan told Iofita about the knowledge of free fighting.  After all, Iofita may have more actual combat experience than Feldnan in terms of fighting with bare hands.  However, when Ivan and Iofeta talked about this, they actually didn't hold out much hope. After all, how useful something like Military Boxing can be in a world where personal strength varies greatly and there is a huge gap.  Even Yiwen Ian is not very sure.  However, Iofeta, who always does her own thing silently to help Ivan Ian as much as possible, did not say much this time.  Five years later, even Yi Wenyan himself has forgotten about the Military Boxing incident.  Except for a few days of chatting with Iofetta, he never asked about it again.  However, he also didn't know that Iofita, a taciturn but tough-minded girl who had absolute trust in his words, would make him half-understanding, hearsay, and slightly boastful.  , wrote it down seriously, thought about it over and over again, and studied it over and over again.  Five years later, Iofetta dare not say that she has mastered all the techniques she imagined in her head, but she is confident that now the military killing fist in her heart only needs a platform to practice it.
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