However, he remained calm on the surface and said with ill intentions,"You want to train with us? That's fine too, but there are a few rules here.”
Setenda frowned. He could tell at a glance that this man was an arrogant and petty fellow. He probably hated him in his heart. However, it didn't matter. It wasn't too late to beat him up after he finished speaking.
"Firstly, we are well-known for our training here. Many of us have asked for our protection. You are no exception. You must ask for our protection in order to train with us.”
"If there's a first place, then there's a second place?”
"The second is that you injured him. You have to apologize to all of us and kneel down to kowtow!”
Marvin pointed at the unlucky guy who had been knocked unconscious.
He looked at Setenda proudly, believing that Setenda would admit defeat to him. After all, there were so many strong martial arts students here. They wouldn't be afraid even if they faced the same number of ordinary soldiers.
The first condition he proposed was not difficult. This rule had always existed. The strange logic of the Celts was that if no one asked to be protected by this group of martial arts students, no one would come to this martial arts field to practice.
If it was in the modern world, it would be a group of people collecting protection fees at school. If someone didn't pay, they would lose face. In this way, others would look down on them for not paying protection fees.
However, Setenda would not accept this condition--the original Kuchulin did not accept it, so he would not care about the difficulties of these martial arts students, not to mention the second condition was such a boring thing.
"Then first, I refuse to ask for your protection because each and every one of you looks too weak. Second, what you said just now offended me. All of you have to kneel down and apologize to me and ask for my protection.”
Setenda had just finished speaking when this group of martial arts students started to boil, roaring and roaring at Setenda.
"Look, this kid from Ulster doesn't care about us at all! He is not afraid of us at all!"
Flaman's eyes burned with rage as he shouted,"Give him a lesson.“
"Let's teach him a lesson!"
It had to be said that this group of martial arts students were well-trained. Almost at the same time, they used the lacrosse balls around them as weapons. A total of one hundred and fifty lacrosse balls were hit by them with their bats and flew over.
More than a hundred solid wooden balls like this should be able to break a person's entire body if they were smashed firmly. It would not be surprising if someone died.
However, in Setenda's opinion, these children's header was too slow, too slow. They were really at the level of little wimps.
With just a few nimble turns, he was already able to dodge the header, which he felt could not be any slower. None of them could touch his body, not even a strand of hair.
"It's not over yet! You dodged quite quickly. Let the next one have a taste of this move!”
Frawan grabbed the javelin. This was a martial arts field, not a field of field lacrosse. All kinds of weapons and shields were placed everywhere. He threw the javelin at Setenda, and the martial arts students around him followed suit.
One hundred and fifty javelins were thrown out in unison. The scene reminded Setenda of a city full of golden armor.
He could clearly see the trajectory of each javelin and knew how to dodge and block. In fact, he often practiced this as a game-throwing a javelin far away and catching it before it hit the ground.
Most of the javelins were dodged by him, and the few that couldn't be dodged were directly knocked away by the javelins he grabbed. In the end, hundreds of javelins were stuck in the ground and landed around Setenda, but he was still unharmed.
" Impossible. Who is he?" Frevan was dumbfounded by this scene. Only adult warriors could ignore their javelins like this, but the one in front of him was just a kid who was younger than most of them.
"Humph."
If throwing a field lacrosse at him was considered child's play, throwing a javelin at him was obviously to kill him. When Setenda thought of this, he sneered, causing the martial arts students to step back.
"Get ready…Are you going to face my wrath?"
The following scene was described by a later poet: Setenda used the Transformation Divine Art, and every strand of his hair stood straight as if a hammer had hit his head. You'll bet that all the ends of his hair are scorched, that he's squeezed one eye smaller than the needle's eye and the other bigger than a goblet. He opened his chin and mouth, which stretched to his ears. His lips flipped into his Adam's apple, revealing his Adam's apple. His hat revealed a heroic halo.
In response, Setenda expressed that if he saw the poet, he would definitely stab him in the back with a javelin, allowing him to enjoy the way Vlad III treated prisoners in advance. What the f * ck was this? A disfigured version of Godzilla? Or a corpse dragon?
Except for the last description, which was a little reliable. As the son of Light God Ruger, he would indeed have some light phenomena appear on his body when he was angry.
Most of the martial arts students were knocked down by him on the spot. A small portion of them ran in all directions, being chased by him all the way.
"This, this guy is an evil ghost. No, I have to run!" Marvin was also among the fleeing crowd, leading a group of people to the capital of Ivory Bay.
From time to time, a gust of wind would come from behind them, shooting one of them to the ground.
There were at least 50 martial arts students who had escaped, but only 9 of them were left when they approached the entrance of the capital city of Yiwan.
When they saw the two people playing chess at the city gate, they immediately had hope.
"Dad, Uncle, help!"
One of the two men who were playing chess was King Concubine of Ulster. He was shocked when he saw the sorry state of Fravan and the other martial arts students.
"My son, who is chasing you?”
"Yes…" It was him!“
Frewan pointed behind him. The figure that was chasing him was none other than the red-eyed Setenda.
"He's coming. Dad, Uncle, please stop him.”
"How did you guys start fighting?" Concubine couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this Setenda, whom he had arranged to study there?
"Let me persuade him. He should listen to me.”
The stalwart man sitting opposite Concubine stood up and leaped across Setenda.
"Wait, Setenda, for my sake, please stop.”
Setenda, who was in a rage, saw the square-shaped face that had the "Xiao Gang" from Pokémon. The squinty-eyed man stopped in his tracks.
"Uncle Fergus? Alright, I can stop for your sake.”
Setenda carried the gun on his back and sized up the strong man, his nominal " foster father ", the former king of Ulster.
"Uncle Fergus, it's him. He's the brat who bullied me. Beat him up!”Fravan couldn't understand the atmosphere and shouted behind him, but Concubine's words silenced him."Shut up, that's my sister's son!“
"Setenda, long time no see. You've grown much stronger. But why did you treat these martial arts students so rudely?”
Fergus had a bold personality, so he understood the young man's temperament, but he still asked.
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