The Blood Hourglass

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There is only one reason to fight against subordinates who are weaker than yourself, and that is to teach. But at this time Rodger didn't think of this at all. He just thought about how to win the leader, or at least to lose beautifully and not ashamed.

A group of people followed Safrot to a closed door, and looked at the words on the door: Atrium.

"Where is this place?" Rodger asked curiously.

"Just go in." As he said, Saffrott pushed the door and walked in first. This central hall is a big room, maybe the same size as the hall downstairs, but there are no tables and chairs here. , And no furnishings, only weapons on the walls.

"Here is the weapon arsenal?" Kraff approached the wall curiously, reaching out to touch those strange weapons, many of which he had never seen before, so he didn't know how to hold them and how to use them. .

"No, this is the martial arts hall used by the elders to teach the children." Watt also followed, and he has entered a lot of times here, but every time he followed up with excitement, and then left lost, sometimes For yourself, sometimes for others.

"Then I am a child today?" Rodger heard Watt say this, naturally feeling uncomfortable in his heart, although it is not ancient, at least it is nearly a thousand years old, as for the word child to describe him!

"After a while you will know if you are or not." Watt didn't talk to him more, he knew the results of waiting were the most convincing.

"Of course not!" Rodger said hard.

"Then try it!" Saffrott said calmly, walked straight to the inside of the hall, and turned to face Rodger not far behind him. He felt that standing here seemed to have gone back to the past, the peaceful and lifeless life.

But the current life is the real life for him, so even if he does it again, he will be the same, he will make the same choice, and then walk the same path, and finally stand here, "Without weapons, you attack first. Start!"

His tone was natural and calm, but the group of people on the opposite side only felt that just meeting his gaze had made them small and fragile. One by one, they beat the drums in their hearts. Fortunately, they didn’t use weapons in this competition. One less teammate will face ten light races together.

"How to attack without weapons?" But Rodger stood stupidly, protesting.

"Not letting you use weapons is to let you know more clearly about your fragility." Saffrot smiled slightly and looked at the child in front of him. "Our blood is stronger than human beings can be classified into three aspects, one is speed. , The second is power, and the third is consciousness, or mental power. In a real tearing, any one of these three aspects can play a winning role, such as..."Safrot’s words are not finished, already He disappeared, and he stood behind Rodger when he reappeared, "This is the speed. How would you deal with it at this speed?"

"I..." Rodger was stunned, his face dimmed, and he didn't know how to answer.

"As for power..." Saferot looked around, "This is not suitable. Next time we will try another place."

"What about consciousness?" This is what Rodger is interested in, because someone said to him that being strong in consciousness is really strong. If you can control the other party in consciousness, no matter how strong the other party is, All will become your servants and let you be slaves.

"Consciousness..." Saffrott paused. After all, this kind of thing is not easy to say or teach. This is where the real ability lies. "This is not easy to teach, nor can it be taught. It is integrated with your soul. , How strong your soul is, so it is, and it is not the power that can be obtained by casual practice, so you better not waste time on this."

"Yes!" Rodger replied softly, but in his heart he was not as obedient as he said.

"Let's start then! You attack." Saferot swiped, already three steps away, waiting for Rodger's first blow.

"Okay!" Speaking of the competition, Rodger had been waiting for a long time. He waited from Safrot to the first day of the sunset, but the result has been waiting until now, so no matter how you say it now, He would not be merciful, he wished to let Saffroth know how strong he was, the strong man of Lunar.

The bystanders all retreated to the wall at the door, watching Rodger's figure rushing out like the wind, and they all looked forward to it. As for what they were expecting, they were not so clear, but their eyes followed Rodger. Er's figure did not move away for a second.

"How about this speed?" Seeing that Saffrot was already in front of him, Rodger threw out his punches proudly. The choice was not the point. Anyway, he wanted to prove that Saffrot wanted him to learn. speed.

"Not so good!" Feeling the impact of his fist, before Rodger yelled for success, Saffrot's voice was already coming from the top of his head. As for him, he was clearly right in front of him. Why did the voice come from above? It was heard that Rodger really couldn't understand it in half a second, but when he felt the sense of frustration from his fist, he took a violent step, and the speed was as fast as an outsider. Flash, not a real step, but it was too late, and the head was heavy, and then there was the calm words of Saffrott, "If this is a sword, then you have disappeared."

"I..." Rodger was taken aback, and for a moment he didn't know how everything happened.

"When you shoot, you can't just look at the front, or where your opponent is. Maybe it's just an afterimage left after the speed has passed a extreme, just like me just now, so you have time to have your own eyes I'll lie to you too." Saferot said and stepped back again, Rodger waved and attacked again. This time his eyes were not only at the opponent, but he also remembered to look around. But when he punches or palms, even the touch of his fingertips is still the afterimage of Saffrot. There is no realness. He missed several shots several times. Finally, he accelerated the attack and asked, "Why did I pay attention? Still useless all around?"

"Because you still used your eyes." Saferot smiled, with a relaxed tone, as if it didn't cost him any effort to dodge Rodger so quickly.

"What do I use without eyes?" As soon as the question was asked, Rodger knew what to use, so he closed his eyes. Anyway, everything he sees with his eyes is phantom, or afterimage. If you don’t look at it, you don’t love the influence. .

"It seems you are not too stupid, hahaha~"

Rodger felt the chuckle of Saferoth coming from the front left, and he leaped forward and rushed there, but the result was the same as before, and he didn't touch anything, even Saferoth's. No clothes and corners.

"Isn't the sound good?" Rodger asked puzzledly.

"So you don't understand yet, alas!" Saffrot sighed helplessly, "If there is an afterimage, is there no false voice? Now you listen again, where am I?"

As a result, Rodger heard the voice coming from all directions, he couldn't help but opened his eyes, and saw that Saferot was standing in front of him, "You..."

"It doesn't work with ears now, what are you going to do?" Saferot asked with a smile.

"Nothing!" Rodger felt like being fooled. He felt unhappy, so he just hit the spot where he wanted to. The result was naturally a mess. Everyone saw Saferot appear in front of Rodgers for a while, tapping his fingers on the opponent's heart, and Rodgers's side appearing for a while, and his fingertips gently across the opponent's aorta. From beginning to end, it was a small game, or a big farce, Rodger played the clown that was played from beginning to end.

"Do not……"

"If your eyes are blind and your ears are also deaf, do you really have to be slaughtered?" Seeing that Rodger was about to give up, Savorot interrupted Rodger's right Sorrowful words.

"I... of course not!" Rodger is naturally not a person willing to surrender.

"Then what else can you do?" Safrot took care of Rodgers's side, coming near and far away, flashing back and forth.

"Feeling?" Rodger finally thought of this.

"Yes, feel! You can use it to feel the opponent's existence and location, and then directly attack, and the attack point must be accurate, if you want to kill him, then don't hit the place that will not kill him, if you just want to let If he can’t go, then don’t beat his hands or kick his legs. It’s best to attack his ankle directly.” Saffrot taught little by little like a teacher. Of course, what he taught was not just Rodger alone. Everyone in, as long as they haven't realized this aspect, they have benefited a lot, even Elkend nodded slightly.

"Feeling? Isn't that just consciousness? Didn't you tell me not to waste time on consciousness?" Rodger didn't expect Rodger to retort.

"Consciousness? So you treated this as consciousness, hahaha~" Saffrot couldn't help laughing for a long time.

"What's funny, isn't it right?" Rodger said unhappy. But at this time, he is no longer as nowhere as before, attacking indiscriminately, at least now he knows where Saffrott is probably, although every time it is a little bit worse, but at least better than before. , And it's not a small step.

"It's just feeling, consciousness, it's like this!" As he said, Saferot suddenly jumped in front of Rodger, leaning close to Rodger, almost facing the tip of his nose, "Tell you, you lost! "

"I... I lost!" Although Rodger has a habit of never admitting defeat, at this moment, he obediently said these three words to Safrot. As for the reason, everyone present said doubt.

"How? What did it feel like just now?" Saferot retracted his sword-like gaze, took a step back, and stood face to face with Rodger.

"Safrot... Chief... You just hypnotized me... or..." Rodger couldn't tell what it was like. A voice in his soul said, "I lost! I lost. Up!"

Repeating on one side, Rodger only obeyed the soul's decision, and then said these three words that he didn't intend to say in his life.

"This is consciousness. Some people say it is hypnosis. In fact, hypnosis is just a general name given by humans. In our blood, it is called consciousness manipulation. Of course, this is not something that anyone can do. When doing this, your consciousness must first be stronger than the other person. After all, you walk into the other person’s soul with your own soul, and then give orders to his soul. If your soul is not stronger than him, then you are in his territory. If you go up, you will be trampled to death, crushed, or swallowed by the opponent’s consciousness." Saferot said, turning his backhand to the audience in front of the door, especially the members of Luoyue, "So everyone does not have enough consciousness With strength, it’s best not to do this, or it’s to die."

"Yes! Chief!" Luoyue's members nodded their heads one by one. As for the members on the back of Darkness, naturally they would not be so respectfully ordered. They just nodded thoughtfully and agreed.

"Okay! That's the end of today's competition!" With that said, Saferot turned to Rodger, "What do you think of this competition?"

"Thank you chief!" Rodger said these four words solemnly.

"Just learn something, well, it's late, let's go downstairs to rest and prepare for the night's task!" Captain Elkend smiled and greeted everyone.

"Safrot, wait!" Alfick suddenly stopped Safrot as he was about to leave.

"What's the matter?" He has the most general relationship with Safrot. Except for the last bet that he lost to Safrot, he has never taken the initiative to speak to Safrot.

"I want to ask you for something, okay?" Alfick asked with a smile.

"Alfek! What's wrong with you today? Why don't you look like you at all!" Dreyer still didn't forget to joke.

"It's none of your business!" Alfick turned his head and glared at Direll, his eyes flashing murderously, Direll hurriedly left and made a grimace at the other players on the side.

"What?" Saferot was also a little curious. There was something he wanted Alfick to see, but when I thought about it, it seemed that there was such a thing. Thinking of this, his right hand involuntarily reached into the sleeve of his left hand. In an instant he drew out a slender, four-sided sword, "Isn't it my sword?"

"No! It's it!" Alfick pointed and directed everyone's eyes to a long sawtooth knife on the wall. Although the shape was a bit weird, it was a good knife.

"It? Take it if you want it." Saferot stepped forward, took it off, and threw it to Alfick.

"Thanks!" Al Fick said sincerely.

"Actually, these were all moved from the bottom of the valley. I don’t know who’s collection originally, but now there is no one at the bottom of the valley, so I let someone put them here." After speaking, Saffrot found that many people were there. Looking at the weapons on the wall, I was confused, "If you have the weapons you want, you can take them whatever you want."

"Really?" Someone didn't believe it.

"Really!" Saferot laughed. "Weapons should be in human hands, not in this library."

In the end, everyone chose a weapon they loved before leaving the central hall and returning to the hall downstairs, waiting for the sun to set on the west mountain.

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