Kingdom's Bloodline

This is the **** Mallos who stopped what Rolfe was saying one afternoon when they were still in Mindith Hall.

[I know that Your Highness trusts you very much, even more than the Star Lake Guards... This is an honor, but it is also a burden, so, in order not to let you drag your feet and endanger His Highness, you must join the daily training of the guards, no matter how they despise you, laugh at you and isolate you. ... In addition, you have to follow the plan I made and practice more every day. This is an order. 】

【Don\'t get me wrong, I don\'t care or care about you. In fact, I don\'t know you at all, and I don\'t think it\'s a wise decision for His Highness to believe in you, but since my job is to fill in the loopholes for his unwise decisions... 】

【Are you not convinced? That\'s it, I won\'t bully you, just the kid over there called Nexi, who is the youngest in the guards. You fight him one-on-one. If you win, you don\'t have to obey this order, how about it? 】

Damn Terrorblade.

Facing the enemy, Rolfe touched the pair of cold and hard Lithium alloy prostheses through his clothes.

This prosthesis was replaced by him after they lost the battle against the man in black.

They are completely different from the previous prosthetic limbs that were hastily built, accompanied him for many years, and aimed at walking.

[This pair of prosthetics - be careful, it\'s heavy - was built according to Captain Mallos\' orders, and although it\'s only a test item for Master Punk, I\'m afraid it\'s more than the pair of glasses given to the Grand Duchess Expensive... Of course, I also offer a little advice, after all, it\'s my... To be exact, I ordered it in the name of my fiancee, I, I don\'t want to use the money from the Caso family...]

This is what that **** Wyah Caso said one day when he came back from outside and pushed the big box in front of him.

The young master Caso, who always likes to pretend to be hard and simple, bitter and deep hatred, but in fact he has never had any hardships since he was a child, and his worries are all in vain. .

【Here is the high pressure gas cylinder, this is the switch, this is the adjustment knob, this bag is the replacement part. Master Punk has instructed not to disassemble it without permission, and you should report to me regularly about your experience, so that the master can improve and upgrade... I suggest you start practicing tonight, after all, this thing is quite a test of your control...]

The three knives are getting closer.

looks like he wants to make a move together and avoid surprise attacks like his companions.

Rolfe, on his calf—if he still has one—finds the **** switches and turns one of them on.

At that moment, Rolfe\'s figure shook violently!

The air that was compressed to the limit was controlled by him with all his energy, and it was firmly pressed into the four pitched alloy bottles of the two prosthetic limbs.

[Once the high-pressure gas bottle is opened, most of your abilities will be spent on controlling the air pressure inside to restrain the air, so you can only fight with the most basic actions, don’t look at me, Chief Majors said, so It can exercise your control, and only in this way, you can use the air more efficiently at critical moments and surprise your opponent... 】

Rolfe was engrossed and did not dare to relax for a moment.

【You have to adjust the air volume and choose the timing yourself. If the control is not good, the air pressure of this level, um, fractures are only a small matter...]

nonsense.

Rolfe stabilized his body and thought coldly.

If this is not well controlled, Lao Tzu would have been suffocated, choked to death, and drowned in Hongfang Street by his own blood eight years ago!

Which round will you get this noble young master and that "fear of sharp knives" - these people who have at least two legs come to chat with him!

[So, Rolfe, I suggest that you usually walk with those old cold legs, blah blah, I mean the old prosthetics... When the critical moment comes, um, I mean, unless, unless it is a last resort, if you don\'t try your best, you will When I die...]

Go to Nima\'s old cold legs.

Rolf stood up slowly but steadily, the air in the high-pressure bottle was only suppressed by his ability, and he couldn\'t let it go.

"Now!"

Three enemies roared and rushed forward, three machetes, coming from three directions at the same time!

This time, Rolfe did not immediately resort to supernatural powers as before, but calmly observed the opponent\'s movements and turned to avoid it.

Now, he is no longer his past self.

He learned how to fight more efficiently, such as not wasting energy and blowing strong winds in battle, such as not playing that meaningless human kite...

Instead, reduce the scale, improve concentration and control, such as precise and subtle local airflow, or strengthen your own attack, or block the enemy\'s actions.

For example…

"Whoosh—"

The wind sounded, brushing the trajectory of the three blades.

The wind is not strong, and people who are not in it can\'t even notice it. It can only deflect the blade that breaks the air a little bit.

But this is enough.

Rolfe turned his body just right, and two blades swept across his body, one in front of the other, and one of them even slit his clothes.

And the third knife, just because of this, got out of touch with the other two knives, and was a little slower.

At that moment, Rolfe, who was sandwiched between the three, had a sharp look.

Okay.

He kicked the ground and raised his legs, targeting the third person!

The ?? ability moves at will, and the air in a high-pressure bottle instantly pours out, like a flash flood!

Smell.

Rolfe\'s kicks speed up instantly!

"Boom!"

In the chilling loud crash, before the third knifeman slashed at Rolfe, he was hit by the latter\'s arm. Three or four people fell.

But it\'s not over yet.

Rolfe lands on his front foot, spins again, and his other leg—a prosthesis, to be exact—sweeps back!

Smell.

Another high-pressure gas cylinder exploded instantly, pushing his legs to hit the first knifeman with unparalleled air pressure!

"Boom-boom!"

A crisp fracture sounded.

Before the first swordsman could scream, the whole person flew sideways and hit the second swordsman. The two of them flew out on top of each other and hit the wall!

"Boom!"

In the terrifying sound of the crash, the warehouse shook, sending up a lot of dust and cobwebs.

At this moment, the two machetes fell to the ground.

As for the initiator of all this - Rolfe turned around in place, retracted his legs, landed, bowed down, and released his momentum.

Simply neat.

in one go.

The dust dissipated, and everyone in the warehouse was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar!

"Fuck--"

"Who is this..."

"Is it an ability?"

"The swordsman of the end! The power of the end!"

Nekra, Fogg, Duro... All the people who witnessed this scene changed their color.

Most people only saw the three swordsmen attacking together, but before they met the opponent, they were kicked by a terrifying roundhouse kick and knocked them into the air at the same time.

and……

Nekra looked at the crack that was knocked out of the wall, and then looked at the three motionless swordsmen:

These knifemen who were kicked didn\'t even cry when they landed.

The red pit viper only felt a little tingling in the scalp.

"His leg strength is too exaggerated." Gutierrez\'s eyes widened.

"Where did this guy come from?" Sangare subconsciously took a step back.

Beside Nekra, the puppet performer Ping frowned deeply, while Dumuna from the grassland drew out his machete and was eager to try it.

"Your brother...Fuck it\'s a bit fierce." In the crowd, Tsimikas opened his mouth wide and pulled Laglovo\'s sleeve.

Glover nodded subconsciously.

He also didn\'t come back to his senses, just looked at the trembling sign above his head, unbelievable.

This dumb...

Is ?? so strong?

Just these two simple legs... Can anyone in the royal guards be able to stop them?

Could it be that he has been hiding it for so long?

As expected of the person who has been with the prince for the longest time... It\'s too sinister.

precedent, fear spread.

The thugs around Rolfe look at me, I look at you, no one dares to act rashly for a while.

No one knew that at this moment, Rolf, who showed his mighty power, was squatting on the ground, pressing tightly on the joint of the prosthetic limb, which was excruciatingly painful.

But he cannot rest.

Rolf gritted his teeth.

High pressure gas cylinders, two have been emptied.

Taking advantage of the opponent\'s surprise, he quickly activated his ability, and the surrounding air obeyed his call like a servant, and refilled the two empty high-pressure bottles - the four bottles must be kept full of high pressure in order to cope with it. In the ever-changing battle situation, unleash a lethal leg strike.

"The price of an attack of this level must be not small," the black-clothed killer said faintly, "He can\'t do this, or his body won\'t be able to bear it, so let\'s go now."

As soon as these words came out, Rolfe groaned in his heart.

Damn!

The black-clothed killer woke up the shocked crowd. The next second, Mu Na, the prairie people, moved, and the unique prairie machete threw out a rare arc in the Western Land and attacked him!

Rolfe gritted his teeth and got up, just about to use the same ability to deflect the blade, but the sound of the machete breaking the wind made him shudder.

Oops, this kind of blade style and trajectory...not the kind of offense he\'s used to.

He was not sure.

Thinking of this, Rolfe had to dodge.

After ?? retreated, Dumouna\'s offensive was even stronger, and Rolf had to dodge again and again.

"It seems to be true," Nekra narrowed his eyes, "His bluffing moves are only those legs."

Seeing that someone pierced the truth, it helped the congregation to boost their confidence and clamored again.

Encouraged, Gutierrez roared, tightened his armguards and gloves, and attacked from the other side!

Rolfe was attacked from both sides, and the situation was critical for a while.

Glover gritted his teeth, but Zimikas next to him hugged his arm tightly: "Calm down, calm down, don\'t go! You\'ll die!"

Rolfe dodged Gutierrez\'s fist in a thrilling gesture, and Dumu took a machete across his shoulder, leaving a bloodstain.

He grunted and gritted his teeth.

But fortunately, at this time, he finally filled up the high-pressure gas cylinder.

Dumuna roared, the machete cut through the air, and roared again.

behind Gutierrez\'s punching style.

Rolfe\'s expression froze, his knees slightly bent, ready to fight back.

But at that moment, Rolf frowned suddenly as he looked at the trajectory of the blade of Dumouna.

That may be a flaw, but it may also be a trap to lure the enemy, and the opponent may have been prepared to dodge.

Your own prosthesis could be… kicked in the air.

【Have you ever drawn a bow? Do you know what it means to be empty? 】

After a near-dead training session, Wyya—still holding a pen and paper, looking like an obnoxious little researcher, but with a mustache—sitted solemnly beside his bed.

is nonsense again.

Lao Tzu is not the second generation of a noble official like you. When I was a child, did I have the opportunity to touch bows and arrows?

Mr. Kasuo from the Mala Gobi, have you ever wandered? Do you know what cold rice means?

Hold.

As his thoughts turned, Rolfe looked tense.

At that moment, he forcibly resisted the urge to stretch out his legs.

As the price, he dodged Gutierrez behind him, but was slashed across his chest by Dumouna\'s machete!

Shoo!

A stream of blood rushed out.

The sudden pain made his brain freeze.

[Remember last week, His Royal Highness Thales made a rookie mistake at a hunting gear shop in the town: when he tried the bow, he opened the string and then let go—the sound was nice, but it was empty. 】

[Because there is no arrow, the huge energy released by the bowstring has nowhere to go, and can only be absorbed by the bow arm, which is quite a lot of damage to the bow... The more the number of empty discharges, the better the bow. It was made abolished... um, so no matter what kind of excuse His Highness finds in the Far East of "The Bird of the Bow", he had to spend money to buy that bow, making the logistics even worse...]

Rolfe watched the enemy in front of him and gritted his teeth.

Now he is covered in blood and looks really scary.

But after he suffered this knife, he felt relieved:

Sure enough, the sword just now had no power, it was just a feint attack.

That is to say... If I had just kicked out my legs, I would have been flashed by him...

[In short, what I want to say is that the gas bottle on your leg is like a bow. If you kick the air after releasing the air pressure, it will be like pulling the bow and letting go. The huge energy that you can\'t find the target to vent will be all up to you. The leg, or in other words, is borne by the connection between the flesh and the prosthesis...Imagine a strong man dragging your prosthesis, slamming it up to your ear in one breath, and then folding it back vigorously...]

【So, if you want to use it, you must hit the target with every attack, because once the kick is empty...well, empty, you know. 】

Wiya\'s voice disappeared in his ears.

And Rolfe\'s expression instantly tense.

A breeze passed Gutierrez\'s eyes, causing him to squint.

In the next second, Rolfe kicked his legs backwards, and the high-pressure bottle exploded at the right time, pushing his heels with unimaginable force, hitting Gutierrez\'s arm guards heavily!

"boom!"

The sound of metal collision and fracture sounded at the same time!

"Ah! Fuck!" Gutierrez screamed and flew backwards.

Rolf calmly turned sideways, stood firm on the ground, and put his heart down.

Fortunately, the bones of the enemy were broken.

This time, he did not "vacate".

The next second, Rolf raised his head and faced Du Muna who was looking for a chance to slash with a knife.

As if he was a fighter who gave his all.

Dumuna was startled at first, then overjoyed, the machete slashed at Rolfe\'s raised leg!

Clang!

The crisp metal collision sound made Du Muna stunned for a moment.

In the faint pain in his knees, Rolfe roared!

The ?? ability was released, and the high-pressure gas cylinder burst out.

"boom!"

The ?? machete was deformed under the heavy blow, and Du Mu Na flew out with the knife and slammed into the wall!

After this round of stunned duel, Rolfe, who repelled the two super-level masters, took a deep breath, retracted his legs and landed, and started to store his gas again.

Silence returned to the warehouse.

Nekra and Fogg looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other\'s eyes.

"I heard it!"

Ping looked at Du Muna, who had passed out, and gritted his teeth: "His legs have armor! Metal!"

Armor?

Rolfe sneered in his heart.

Armor paralyzes you.

"Do not!"

Gutierrez, who fell to the ground, struggled for a while, and spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.

"Extreme, realm..."

He was supported by his subordinates, even forgetting the pain, just looking at his deformed hand together with the armguard in horror:

"He\'s a **** extreme master!"

As soon as these words came out, the gang members in the warehouse began to whisper, and many people who got close began to flinch.

extreme realm.

good.

This is probably the highest evaluation he has ever received in his life.

Rolfe took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He suddenly discovered that over the years, after so many moments of life and death, after seeing all kinds of masters ranging from super-level to extreme realms, and after fighting with so many different enemies, the battle he knows is no longer a gangster. street fights,

is the battlefield against the enemy.

As for himself, he is no longer the stunned young man who was mocked by Kingdom Fury for using the Hidden Sword for the first time on the battlefield.

He began to know how to advance and retreat, know how to attack and defend, grasp the rhythm, and know what to give.

Now, he is...

Rolfe stood up again.

The few gang members in the front held up their weapons and stepped back nervously.

The third time, the gas storage is complete.

"The rest are very ordinary." At this moment, the black-clothed killer in the shadow of the crowd spoke again, "His strength lies in his legs."

Rolfe looked at the killer in black, frowning slightly.

Damn.

Among these people, that guy should be the strongest.

Just why…

Why hasn\'t he shot yet?

never mind.

According to the plan, beat up a few difficult ones first, lower their morale, and then adjust their positions...

Rolfe glanced out of the corner of the eye to the exit, where the crowd had thinned a lot.

"A master with legs," Nekra said timidly, "Old Fogg, have you heard of it?"

With this level of explosive power, once you get on it, you will be killed or injured.

Even if it is an extreme state, you should be very afraid.

"Destruction with instant explosive force...I can only think of the Brotherhood\'s \'Uncrowned Fist\' Cenza," Fogg said solemnly, looking at Rolfe with a different look, "but that guy punches ."

The killer in black looked at Rolf from a distance and chuckled softly:

"interesting."

The next second, the vigilant Nekra waved back, and Dalton behind him suddenly roared and rushed over:

"Clown! Clown! Clown!"

He roared again and again, knocking aside all the people in his way along the way, as if feeling no pain at all, waving the two chairs in his hand and charging towards him.

In the face of such a large-scale and fatal attack, Rolfe was startled and was about to deal with it, but on the other side, Ping threw two "chaotic soldiers" holding silk threads and flew towards him!

boom!

In the next second, Rolfe dodged Dalton\'s charge in an extremely embarrassing manner, then rolled to avoid a "chaotic soldier" with a strange trajectory, and then kicked and kicked another.

But as before, the Chaos Soldier slammed and flew out countless blades!

Rolfe had no choice but to swipe his legs, and the blade hit the prosthesis, clinking.

But the prosthesis is not a shield, he was hit by a blade after all, and he stepped back.

"Sure enough," Ping sneered as he pulled the silk thread and pulled back another chaotic weapon, "With strength, there is no agility - madman, continue!"

Damn.

Rolfe pulled out the blade with pain.

On the other side, Dalton, who once hit another wall, roared again and charged at him!

The situation is critical, Rolfe takes a deep breath.

All right.

no solution anymore.

His hands fell naturally, covering the knobs on the prosthesis through his trousers.

Rolfe looked at Dalton Peacefully, his expression sank.

Originally, this was prepared for that Nexi, and it was used unexpectedly when I was looking for him for the second duel.

But now, it\'s cheaper for these people.

Wyana\'s annoying voice sounded again:

[Uh, the last time His Highness saw it, he called this smile \'cutting the artificial leg\', which should mean \'switching the function of the prosthetic limb\', although I don\'t know why it is called this way... But he asked me to tell you: Develop a good habit, don\'t forget to cut the prosthetic leg...]

Cut the prosthetic leg...

"Death to the clown! Die!" Dalton\'s roar became more and more violent, and the chaotic soldier puppet was also in sight.

Rolfe\'s pupils shrank.

This time, he closed the four main bottle openings of the high-pressure gas bottle and opened the second knob, which was arranged in the two prosthetic limbs and connected to the eight small air outlets of the high-pressure gas bottle.

In contrast, they cannot provide the strength of the former, but they can...

The next second, Rolfe\'s foot touched the ground lightly, and he jumped two meters in an instant, jumping out of Dalton\'s attack range by a millisecond!

Always vigilant, and the red pit viper, who is ready to shoot at any time, was stunned for a moment:

So fast!

The chaotic soldiers flew in and blocked Rolf\'s path, but in the exclamations, he lightly stomped on the wall, and the whole person revived!

He crossed the blades of the two Chaos God Soldiers, and then stepped on the wall to turn in the air, and the figures flashed left and right. With absolute height and dexterity, he avoided the countless blades shot by the Chaos God Soldiers!

But it\'s not over yet, Rolf grabbed the boom on the top of the warehouse, turned his body upside down, and kicked one leg on the ceiling!

The next moment, Unbelievable Ping only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and Rolf, who flashed an afterimage, landed right in front of his eyes.

"you--"

Ping only had time to say one word when Rolf hit his forehead with an elbow and fainted.

The Chaos Soldier, who lost its master\'s control, fell to the ground, and the clockwork was not finished, struggling weakly.

"No! Everyone! Kill him!" The red viper who lost manpower one after another was extremely furious.

"The clown must die!"

Dalton roared at him!

But Rolfe just smiled slightly. He flashed past two thugs, and once the gas storage was finished, he rushed to the wall again, and jumped into the air!

Under the unbelievable eyes of many people, Rolfe was as agile and light as a bat, passing the entire warehouse.

The air penetrated through his prosthetic limb, bursting out one after another through different air ports, recoiling against the wall or the ground or even the ceiling, borrowing energy for him to move.

As long as there is leverage...

Rolfe fell lightly into the crowd, and at the same time attracted Dalton, who was knocked out and knocked down.

"careless--"

"Don\'t hit me!"

"Mad - no!"

"Ahhh!"

Amidst the screams, wherever Rolfe went, everyone turned on their backs.

In the next second, when Dalton was about to hit Rolfe, Rolfe dodged again and walked away in the afterimage, leaving Dalton howling behind him.

Stepping on the window, on the wall, flipping, landing, galloping, dodging...

Under the blessing of "Cut the prosthetic leg", Rolfe galloped happily, walking Dalton behind him, while enjoying their fear in the panicked voice of the gang.

"Throw the flying knife!"

"Damn you threw it at me!"

"Behind!"

"Idiot, he\'s on it!"

"Don\'t get in my way!"

"Fuck that lunatic rushing here!"

"Stop!" Nekra\'s exasperated roar sounded in the warehouse.

At this moment, Rolfe\'s battlefield is no longer on the ground, but in the south, south, north, left and right, every inch of space, every corner.

If the gas cylinder is about to run out, he will restrain himself a little and even look for opportunities to replenish it. Once the gas cylinder is full, he will repeat the old trick.

But Rolfe himself felt strange.

When he was in the underworld on the street, the "Ghost of the Wind", with the help of his supernatural powers, was famous for his agility and ghostly figure.

Since the overnight accident on Hongfang Street, after his legs were completely broken, whether it was the sudden change in balance and center of gravity, or the distraction of supernatural energy due to assisting breathing, or the sharp drop in the control of his legs, these things made him walk. Difficult, clumsy to move, difficult to regain strength.

He once thought that he would never be able to gallop freely among the enemies like before.

but now……

Rolfe spins in the air, kicks against the wall, and the air pressure pushes him back.

For a long time, he hadn\'t been so happy for a long time.

Now……

As he flicked, he closed his eyes and relied on the wind to identify the direction

Now, in another way, he has found what he was best at.

(Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely has nothing to do with the complicated, annoying and painful special training plan formulated by Mallos! It\'s related. At most, at most, um, at most, it has to do with that young master Caso, no, to be precise, it is related to the money from his fiancee, but that\'s simple, he just pays the money in installments.)

also found his former identity.

With the wind...with the wind...

"Fuck! He turned out so far with a single step, did he have springs on his feet!" Nekra pushed away a subordinate who bumped into him, cursing fiercely.

Frog was full of doubts:

"How did he find the point of focus when he was in the air?"

Is it some kind of rare ending force?

"In addition to his amazingly strong legs, he is also quick in movement, flexible in steps, light in body, and good at jumping." Outside the crowd, the black-clothed killer nodded lightly in an admiring tone, "I didn\'t expect that under the command of Xiaodaozi. And such masters."

"You\'re not, you\'re not saying, your brother\'s legs are bad!" Like most people who just want to avoid, Tsimikas lowered his body with his head in his arms, while carefully looking at the chaos from the wall to the ceiling. Jumping Rolfe, while avoiding the rampant Dalton.

"Of course, if you have good legs," Glover gritted his teeth to block the dust falling from the ceiling, "Who walks like this!"

For a moment, Rolf flew up and down, and he directly killed few people, but the chaos and mental stress caused by the crowd were immeasurable.

Finally, when Dalton fell headfirst and could no longer rush, Rolfe landed lightly.

He slowly got up, and by the way, he stored his gas again.

In front of him, the embarrassed and terrified gang members backed away.

reveals the red viper and wanderer behind him.

Rolfe raised his head slightly, his eyes directed at Nekra.

Seeing that it was inevitable, Nekra subconsciously swallowed.

Very strange——Rolf suddenly realized: Nekra, the famous, vicious and vicious red viper, is on alert, fearful, nervous, and... afraid?

Afraid of that... the trash who lost his legs?

Rolfe was in a trance.

The red viper glanced at the man in black, but although the latter observed the situation, he remained silent and indifferent.

seems like an outsider.

Damn!

"Hey, Fergie, old man," Nekra, who had no choice but to look at Fergie, gave a long-lost friendly smile, "Old rule, two-on-one?"

But Fergie ignored him, he just kept his eyes on Rolf with all his heart.

"With your skills, it\'s impossible to be under Catherine. No, you can\'t even be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

Fogg said coldly:

"who are you!"

At that moment, Rolfe was in a trance.

Who is he?

of course the ghost of the wind - no.

Rolfe\'s heart trembled, and he suddenly understood.

I see.

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, then looked at his legs, and took a deep breath.

He is not.

He is not a ghost.

Not anymore!

That\'s right, he is still a "ghost". In the Vine Grass Manor, the "ghost" who was born at a low level and is not worth mentioning, the one who bears a heavy and inextricable past, drags the crippled body, lingers on, struggling The "ghost" that exists.

but.

But after today—no, to be precise, I don’t know since when, he no longer rises with the wind, goes with the flow, with the current, struggles with fate, and rises and falls with the waves.

The ghost of "Flying with the Wind" has long since died.

Died in a **** night on Hongfang Street.

Rolfe raised his head and looked at Nekra.

The reason why he took action today was not for the prince\'s mission, nor for Catherine, or even for Nekra.

but for himself.

He stepped on the ground with one foot, and what his legs fed back to him was the unique friction and collision of metal and flesh.

In the chest, it is unparalleled surging and carefree.

One night on Hongfang Street, he was spurned, abandoned, and abandoned by the wind he had been following.

hesitant, hopeless and confused.

But that night at the Vineyard Manor, and even countless days and nights after that...

Witnessed by the night sky and starlight, he recaptured...

The wind of fate.

Rolfe looked sharply at the gnashing red pit viper.

From that moment on, standing here to face the enemy, face life, face himself, is the reborn Midira Rolfe.

is the real real…

The ghost of the wind.

(end of this chapter)