~： The first year story 059, refining the heart

"A qualified fighter must be able to use his combat power flexibly at all times, even when his limbs are restrained. On the battlefield, you will wear thick armor, and the burden on you is far more than that. Now, you have to learn how to fight under restraint. Stand on the left for the student number with the single number, and stand on the right for the student number with the double number. Next, you have to fight one-on-one to get used to being restrained. feel."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Dracula."

When everyone turned their heads, they saw Dai Lao standing up again. His eyes looked around coldly, and the corners of his mouth filled with contempt were raised, saying: "One-on-one is really unfair. For a genius like me Isn’t it an insult?"

The eyes of the students were immediately full of surprise.

"Oh? What do you want?" Dracula said.

"I, one. Deal with everyone in the class. After knocking everyone down, I won. Otherwise, I lost."

As soon as this statement was made, a fierce wave was immediately stirred up among the students. Dai Lao is indeed a genius, but this talent also allows him to hold his talents! Some of the students have long seen him upset, and now it is even more angry to see him look down on himself so much.

"Brother Dai Lao, please allow us to fight with you!"

Inselton was very aware of Dai Law's strength, and at this moment, instead of facing him, it would be better to surrender smoothly. Felt, who is also an auxiliary family, saw Inselton's action, and he hurriedly stood up, blocking the two of them with his fat body, and laughed: "Come on! See how the three of us handle it. Defeat all of you! Come on!"

Snowflakes in the sky flutter and flutter. These pure white crystals let the idiot find a familiar feeling.

Cold and harsh. The difference between the strong and the weak is confirmed by these snowflakes, so pale and unsparing...

"3 to 27, who do you think will win?"

On the side of the confrontational fighting arena, Diamie quietly opened his blood pupil, staring at the expressionless idiot.

On the field, the sound of fighting has been heard. Without weapons, the fighting just started there. The idiot stared coldly at everything that happened on it, the answer... seemed to have already appeared.

"This child has my appetite. Ambition, arrogance, contempt for all beings, natural strong, noble identity. To be honest, I really want to abandon you and find this child to be my host~~~"

The battle was over, and among the melodious snowflakes, three people stood and twenty-seven people lay down. And the child in the middle who was standing, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, looked down at the people under his feet with a strong posture.

"If it were the Second Era more than a thousand years ago, I am afraid I would have left you without hesitation and plunged into the arms of that child? Haha...hahahahaha!"

The idiot stared at the scene in front of him coldly. Standing, capable. Even among eleven or twelve-year-old children, this cruelty is still there. There will not be any kindness and friendliness just because they are still children.

Xuetong glanced at the idiot, but the expression remained unchanged. An Mie secretly sneered and closed his eyes.

(Hahaha, human kid. If it were during the last war, I would have given you up and find another host. But now...hehehe, you are more interesting to me than that kind of careerist. I have a hunch , You are the one I am really looking for!)

"The victory is divided! Mr. Goodsay, no one will doubt you about your strength. Keep it going, don't let it go, I believe that before you graduate, no one will surpass you."

Dracula clapped his hands approvingly, and he didn't even look at the other 27 students under his feet. Since the battle just now, this man has determined his goal. Rather than cultivate a group of so-called talents, it is better to cultivate a genius to achieve more success!

Inselton shook his slightly numb fist. The freckled student gave a sullen sneer behind Dai Lao. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction: "No, Mr. Dracula. There is still one person who did not lie down. You see, it is there. The one who always looks at this place with uncomfortable eyes That person, he also wears a chain on his hand, and he seems to be eager to try it~~~!"

Dera raised his head and followed Inselton's fingers. There stood a boy who was in tattered clothes and only wore a long-sleeved denim under the snowy sky. He was holding a baby in his arms, and it was this way of holding a baby, which reminded Dai Lao of the experience that he had been insulted by this person six months ago.

"Oh, it was him? Unexpectedly, he was still in this school."

Observing his words and expressions, Inselton immediately saw his contempt and hostility towards idiots in Dai Lau's eyes, and immediately said flatteringly: "Master, do you want to ask him to come and play?"

Dai Lau sneered, standing in the middle of the field, holding his head proudly. Those Fengxue seemed to be afraid of this superb young man, and couldn't help but avoid him and land. But on the other side, these crystals descended on the child without any hesitation. It seems... he has merged with the surrounding cold.

Dracula glanced at the idiot over there. To be honest, he really didn't like this dirty kid entering his class. But Dai Lau wanted to fight, then he had no reason to refuse. From another perspective, it is also a good thing for Dai Lao to beat the beggar half to death so that he will never dare to set foot in his sacred classroom again. Thinking about this, he waved at the idiot very reluctantly and asked him to come over.

"You go and try with the young master of Goodsay's house. You have to learn from each other."

The idiot lowered his head, two eyes frozen in snow quietly penetrated the white world, and cast them at Dai Lao on the field. After carefully weighing the chains on his hand and the opponent's hand...

He stepped out.

"Hold on."

Suddenly, Dai Lao stopped. This prevention made the idiot's raised footsteps hang in the air, and it also made the three of Inselton, Felt, and Teacher Dracula feel a little strange.

Fat Felt: "Brother, don't you want to humiliate him? What are you waiting for?"

Dai Lao gave a cold smile, that smile was even colder than the harsh north wind.

"Humiliation? Do you know what real humiliation is? What really shames the opponent is not defeating him on a platform, but not even giving the opponent the chance to appear on the stage. That is humiliation."

Dai Lao took a step, put on a stern face to the idiot, and sternly said: "Dirty, lowly person, who allowed you to step on this sacred martial arts stage? Who do you think you are? Yes. What qualifications are you to stand on the same stage with me for a equal contest?

The idiot lifted his foot and shrank back. Cluck cluck, the chain in the handcuffs made a light noise due to the movement.

"I won't fight you, because you don't even have the qualifications to step on this stage. No, to be more correct, you don't even have the qualifications to enter this classroom. In that case, why are you still here now? Get out of here?...Get out!"

If you give the opponent a chance, it may leave a trace of luck in the opponent's heart. But if you don't even give the opportunity and directly obliterate it, it is really a way of humiliation that makes people extremely sad. Obviously, Dai Lau is doing exactly this now. Moreover, he did it decently, fully demonstrating his inherent majesty and strength, making it difficult to find any rebuttal.

………………refute?

The idiot turned around and walked silently into the world that had accumulated a thin layer of snow. Does he need to refute? Or does it make sense to him to fight for power?

Gradually, the figure holding the baby slowly...disappeared in the snow...

The corner of Dai Lao's mouth raised a hint of delight. This kind of condescending rebuke made him feel more comfortable than he beat the beggar half to death by himself. Dracula next to him walked forward with great appreciation, kicked the body of a comatose child beside his foot, and patted Dai Lau on the shoulder.

"You have done a good job. From now on, you Dara Goodsay will be the only student of my'Blood Curse Master Dracula'! All the people who hindered us have disappeared, and I will continue to teach you about martial arts Knowledge. These things used to be taught until about fourteen years old, but I believe you will be able to understand them now."

Dracula took the three students, Dai Lau, Felt, and Innstown, to leave the martial arts field, walked under the snow-covered corridor of the building on the side, and continued the class.

"Mr. Goodsay, your current strength has reached the level of searing skills. Going up, it is the level of heart training. How much do you know about the powerhouse of this level?"

Dai Lao smiled slightly and replied: "I have read in books that this type of strong man can evolve the same martial arts taught by the teacher into his own thing. Because it belongs to him completely, only he can The most applicable, so it is much stronger than pure scorching skills."

Dracula smiled and nodded, and continued: "That's right. There will be as many personalities as there are, and naturally there will be so many different ways of fighting. In most cases, the strength of people When you reach a certain level, you will naturally temper your own martial arts and blend your personality into it. Master Goodsey, in my opinion, if you train with your personality, you should enter the realm of'king'. From a historical point of view In most cases, people at this level are superior to other martial arts, the real strongest!"

Listening to the first half, the smile at the corner of Dai Lao's mouth continued. However, when Dracula said the word "in most cases", his face suddenly pulled down.

"Most of...? Mr. Dracula, your words are really graceful, what do you mean by most? Do you want to say that above the martial skills of the'king', does he have stronger character martial skills? ?!"