The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

On the roof of a building, wind, rain, thunder and fire gathered together, making people dazzled.

Of course, He Lang only announced the two abilities of wind and fire, so he can only use these two kinds of magic.But even so, his ability to use these two kinds of magic is eye-catching and powerful enough.

At the beginning, Song Lin and He Lang's magic styles were completely different, and it was easy to tell at a glance who cast the fire dragon and who threw the fireball.But soon, He Lang began to imitate Song Lin's way of releasing magic.Sometimes he used exactly the same magic as Song Lin to fight back, and sometimes he used his best method to attack suddenly, and there was a feeling of not falling behind when fighting against.

After Song Lin realized that He Lang was imitating himself, not only did he not change the mode quickly, but he also deliberately slowed down the process of casting spells and matching, so that He Lang could see it more clearly.

When He Lang realized this, he twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and switched to the learning mode at any time, following Song Lin's guidance to learn more ways to use magic power.

After a dizzying magic show, Song Lin suddenly paused the long-range attack.I saw him standing on the water tower with a light bounce of his feet, a light flick of his right wrist, and then holding the butterfly knife again, and the whole person went straight to He Lang!

As soon as He Lang rolled his eyes, he immediately withdrew the wind blade that was about to be sent out, and turned to meet it with his body.The two fought hand-to-hand, and He Lang raised his hand sideways, using his shoulders to exert strength, and his elbows powerfully blocked the young man's arm with a butterfly knife.The man's other arm exerted more strength, and the iron fist hit the abdomen of the young man close to him!

Song Lin turned his feet and got behind He Lang.He Lang would not expose his back to his opponent at such a time, he twisted his body almost at the same time as the young man, forming a face-to-face posture with the young man.

He Lang raised his eyebrows: "Why do you suddenly start fighting in close quarters?"

"Try my current physical skills." Song Lin tossed the butterfly knife, "I want to see what I can do without... a lot of 'power' blessings."

He still added to the man subconsciously: It should be said, if I don't have magic power, do I have the ability to protect myself.

He Lang replied: Then you should not use magic power at all.

Song Lin is confident: Even if I can't use magic power, I will still carry the jade with magic power, and I have a special way to drive the power inside.

He Lang sneered: You are always more reasonable.

Song Lin said lightly: "I'm just adding a little wind power, not too exaggerated. After all, what I want to test is my physical skills."

Only then did He Lang open his mouth and said, "Okay. If it's just about physical skills, don't blame me for being merciless."

"I want you to be merciless. If you are merciless, how can I check out my weaknesses?" Song Lin smiled, "I already use weapons, why don't you?"

He Lang took out a... small knife from his back waist.It's really a knife, it's just a finger-long blade that pops out of the universal switchblade.

Although it looks a bit ridiculous, in terms of size, it is about the same size as a butterfly knife.

He Lang weighed it, and raised his chin to Song Lin: "Okay, come on."

Song Lin was not too polite, kicked his feet, and rushed over like a sharp arrow off the string!

In terms of physical skills alone, Song Lin's body is still not as good as He Lang's.

The man has gone through a lot of tempering, and his skills in close combat have become an instinct in his blood.He is always very accurate in predicting the opponent's actions, and every slight preparatory action is a great reminder to him.His talent, and his acquired efforts, have trained him to become a human being with extremely strong individual combat capabilities.

Song Lin transformed him into his own golden bone, which would only be a ladder for him to rise further.

The two of them fought for ten minutes, and Song Lin's weakness gradually became obvious.The young man deliberately suppressed the place where he used his magic power. Except for a few close dodges, it can be said that he was really using his body to fight a "vajra body".Although Song Lin also has extremely rich experience in physical arts, his body cannot give full play to his experience after all.How to choose effective combat techniques so that the power of this body can be maximized, and how to gradually change skills as the body strengthens is a difficult problem for Song Lin.

He usually looks too powerful, causing many people not to see this.And it is precisely because his combat experience is too strong, and he is adapted to the same strong body in the past, that causes him to occasionally "miscalculate".

For example, when releasing a large-scale "field control", you will lose your strength to the point of losing consciousness; for example, when you go into the water, you don't have enough leeway to estimate your diving time.

These are all problems that a person with strong habits needs to adapt to after a short board suddenly appears.

Today, Song Lin has been able to judge the degree of magic power used by this body relatively proficiently, but because he uses magic power too often, he often ignores the body technique itself.This is actually something that must be faced squarely, because the magic power may indeed be temporarily unavailable, or even lost forever.Under such circumstances, how to survive in this rapidly changing world is the question Song Lin is thinking about.

"So you let me take the test for you?" When using his body as a weapon, He Lang was too close to Song Lin, so the other party could hear him whispering, but the camera might not be able to record it, "But you are looking for me in private. It's okay, why expose your shortcomings in front of the camera?"

Under such circumstances, Song Lin dared to compete with He Lang in pure physical skills in full view and under the witness of so many cameras, which shows that he is not a person who desperately wants to save face.But He Lang has his own considerations. He thinks that Song Lin is now a model of Qinghe Base, and he is someone who everyone can trust.And this almost blind obedience of trust is based on Song Lin's "invincible" foundation.

At the same time, Song Lin's strength can also deter the enemy.Just like the people who were going to assassinate Song Lin before, after being shocked by him a few times, wouldn't they be as quiet as chickens?After all, if they wanted to assassinate Song Lin, they had to weigh their own weight.

Now if Song Lin took the initiative to expose his weaknesses, it would probably cause someone with a heart to "challenge" him again.

"...It's not all bad." Song Lin had his own considerations, and his voice was panting because of the strenuous exercise, "In this world, no one is invincible forever, including me... Tsk." The young man avoided the man's iron palm like an eagle's claw, and continued, "Let them know that there is always a lot of room for improvement."

"For example, do you want to use multiple measures?" The hand holding the knife swiped backhand, almost hitting the young man's wrist, "Can't you just patronize even the supernatural power, and you have to keep up with other things?"

"Being powerful is not to make more sacrifices, but to improve everyone's safety...including the safety of the superhuman." Song Lin raised his hand, and the butterfly knife almost brushed the man's shoulder and poked it. "Therefore, the last life-saving technique cannot be neglected...!"

He Lang finally took advantage of the situation and grabbed the young man's wrist holding the butterfly knife, twisting it back, Song Lin's hand went numb reflexively, and the butterfly knife fell off.

"Disarmed." The man smiled softly, pressed the young man's hand on his lower back, and pressed his whole body directly against the wall, "Does this count as my victory?"

Song Lin was mentally prepared for the fact that he would be at a disadvantage when fighting pure body skills, so there was no change in his expression: "...What do you think?"

After all, he was still a human being, and he would inevitably pant after strenuous exercise, especially when he was pressed against the wall, his chest heaving with his body.He Lang listened to the panting that was close to his ear, and for some reason, he felt an itchy feeling in the base of his ear that he couldn't feel in theory now... and even felt a little hot.

"I think..." The man who didn't need to breathe pressed against the young man's ear, his voice was so low that the camera couldn't pick up his voice at all, "Maybe I can just press you here, and when the time comes, I will win the game? "

Song Lin couldn't tell if he was pinned down by He Lang and couldn't move, or if he was resting, but he was honest for a while: "Do you think it's possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" He Lang chuckled twice, "Usually the base says you're yelling at me, so can't you let me, let me show off?"

"Usually maybe..." Song Lin also smiled, "But this time I need to pass on the loss, so what do you think?"

"It's not like you don't know that my points haven't been saved at all, so you have the nerve to blackmail me?" He Lang said, "If you win, I'll have to drink Northwest Wind for three months. Are you really embarrassed, huh?"

"You don't need to eat, why are you embarrassed?" Song Lin replied, "Besides, you are relying on me to walk, so you can treat it as paying me for food, isn't that all right?"

"Food expenses? So it's more than three months?" He Lang said with a low smile, "Should I make up the previous expenses?"

"Then, from now on...!"

At the same time as the young man's voice fell, the wind suddenly rose around the two of them, and He Lang was blown away in one fell swoop!Song Lin took advantage of this to turn around and reached out to pinch the man's neck.He Lang was crushed by the strong wind pressure and couldn't struggle for a while, and was even thrown into the air. The young man strangled him by the neck and jumped over the fence, and the two of them fell straight down the stairs!

The feeling of weightlessness filled the man's whole body, but He Lang didn't struggle in a hurry.He looked at the young man choking him from above, watched the wind blow the young man's hair, and the T-shirt on the young man was also blown by the wind pressure.He suddenly thought, if he keeps falling like this, he should be below, at least as a buffer, right?

Anyway, the person in front of me... should be guaranteed warranty, right?

Just when the man thought that he would be smashed to pieces, the wind that had forced him out suddenly reversed, rapidly reducing the landing speed.The two smashed down at a speed that seemed to be fast, but not at the speed of breaking limbs.

Bang-!

Smoke is everywhere.

[The author has something to say: He Lang: single-handed physical combat, okay :)]