A certain scientific pirate

Mo Fei didn't know that many people were talking about the upcoming battle at this time, or that he was concentrating on the battlefield and had no time to think about other things.

Because he had not considered the strategy of "guerrilla warfare" at all, when Mo Fei entered the designated battlefield, he went straight to the open area in the center... This was not about fighting a strong enemy, or going around in circles, it was reckless. That's the best tactic.

If nothing unexpected happened, Mo Fei believed that his opponent would do the same.

This was indeed the case. When he walked to the center of the battlefield, he saw an extremely strong "uncle" face to face.

Cervantes Gert is 19 years old and 253 centimeters tall. His father is Rear Admiral Cervantes of the Navy's G2 base... This is some basic information Mo Fei learned about the opponent before the start of this exam. .

If nothing else goes wrong...well, if nothing else goes wrong, Cervantes must be an "officer" in the naval academy.

Then Mo Fei's eyes moved down slightly, and then she saw the weapon in the opponent's hand, a quite large mace. Comparing the two, Mo Fei couldn't help but reach out and touch the dagger hanging on his waist... He felt it was a bit unfair.

When a heavyweight fights a lightweight, is this still a human being?

"Ailidel Mo Fei is a civilian from Nanhai. He has been in the navy for about three months. He has never received any training experience before. He is a complete recruit..." After the other party came over, he punched the mace into the ground. , and then said this.

Mo Fei was confused at first, and then glanced at the surveillance phone bug lying on a sloping wall not far away. He thought to himself, was there still time for "trash talk" before the battle started?

"Um, nice to meet you?"

Too bad Mo Fei didn't prepare any trash talk before he came.

"After coming to Marineland from the South China Sea, you seem to have performed well, but... are you a bit too showy? For someone from a small place like you, it's better not to get too carried away." Cervantes continued.

Mo Fei had two doubts at this time. Firstly, he didn't feel that he had ever gotten carried away. Secondly, should he let the other party judge whether he had gotten carried away? When one person accuses another of getting carried away, he often assumes that he is in a worse situation. A high-level position, so is Cervantes a big shot?

"I just want to tell you one thing today, that is, the gap between people like you and people like me is far from being summed up in the words 'strength gap'. It is the result of more than 10 years of training." gap."

"Well, what, isn't it more than 30 years old? Look...well, I mean, aren't you already over 40 years old?"

Mo Fei originally just made a small, "good-natured" joke, but the next moment he had to duck his body suddenly. Almost at the same time, the cold-lighting mace was just at the height of his head. It swept across and then slammed heavily on the broken wall beside it.

It made a loud noise and raised a large amount of smoke and dust.

He didn't prepare for the trash talk, but he launched a personal attack, and it seemed that he hit the opponent's pain points... Although the opponent had an uncle's face, he was still pure in heart, like an adolescent child.

"Sneak attack? Don't you follow martial ethics?"

Once the battle started, Mo Fei had no time to talk anymore. He quickly pulled out the dagger behind him, and then held it vertically in front of him.

clang!

The smoke stick swept away the smoke and struck Mo Fei again, and this time he blocked it with his dagger.

A creaking scream came from the sword for a moment, and Mo Fei also felt that her arm was numb due to the huge force - the opponent was very powerful.

Mo Fei did not continue to push hard. He loosened his feet and looked as if he had been swept away by the opponent's stick. However, after flipping several times in the air, he landed again in a very light posture. .

Then he almost subconsciously raised the dagger in his hand. After checking it for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately, the blade did not break.

"Bedwell" is a good sword, but it is not a black sword and does not have such high strength. It is still a bit inappropriate to use such a thin blade to resist a mace.

Cervantes, who was a little further away, did not "take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory". He put the mace on his shoulder and then showed Mo Fei a "disdainful" expression.

Mo Feixin said, "What are you talking about? Do you think you are making "Thunder Gossip"?

The reason why Cervantes did not pursue the victory was because he wanted to show that he was so powerful that he could pursue whenever he wanted:

shave!

The next moment, his huge figure suddenly appeared in front of Mo Fei, and the mace in his hand smashed down on Mo Fei's head like a walnut.

But there is no doubt that the weapon in Mo Fei's hand is much lighter than the mace. Before the opponent's heavy attack came down, he had already swung his long sword upward.

Then, the mace that penetrated from top to bottom was like hitting a huge invisible konjac. Mo Fei's head was obviously underneath, but there was no way the mace could be smashed down anyway. .

Cervantes only felt that something was blocking his weapon, blowing on his face, pushing against his body... It seemed that the surrounding air had become his enemy.

Mo Fei's little trick reappears in the world: Yin Wang·Seven-fold Walnut.

"Have you never seen such sword skills?"

It's strange that this thing is called sword skills... That's right. The sword skills of serious swordsmen are not inspired by swords. Those things basically come from superpowers.

Although the two warring parties do not like to see each other, the two people actually have the same view - they both believe that they are fighting a "fish egg game" and firmly believe that they are a shark that has been put into the fish pond. , the other party is a fish egg that has not yet completed hatching.

"Fei Nianliu, Mo Fei, please give me some advice."

After saying something that sounded like that, Mo Fei inserted the dagger into the scabbard, and then assumed an Iai slashing posture... Well, he was terrible at Iai.

Mo Fei took a few steps back suddenly, and then swung her sword forward with a very sharp posture.

Cervantes was a little confused. He had obviously been in Class D for a short time, but why did his "sword skills" suddenly evolve to a level that even his mother didn't recognize without notifying him?

shave!

Although he didn't understand what the other party had done, the sense of crisis he instinctively sensed made him subconsciously choose to run away.

It's a pity that he didn't escape far enough.

The surrounding air "collapsed" towards the position where he was standing, and then expanded extremely quickly after Mo Fei released his ability.

A special sonic boom sound came immediately, and hidden under this sound was a not too big but threatening spherical explosion range...

No, explosion doesn’t seem appropriate. Perhaps “shock wave” is more appropriate:

Yinwang·Haitang.