Chapter 1612 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 4] I, Fufu, Have Come This Far by Relying on My Brain

"Old rules! Best of three games"

The young man who looked like an iron barrel took a big step forward, shook his full chest muscles to show off, and was about to say something, but saw Fufu throwing something at him.

He subconsciously reached out to catch the thing, opened his palm and saw that it was the cucumber stem that Fufu had gnawed.

For a moment of daze, what she wanted to say was naturally interrupted, and Fufu took this opportunity to stand up from the "throne".

She took a few steps forward without showing any weakness, raised her head, and pointed with her nose at the iron barrel-shaped young man who was probably three times heavier than her, "Old rules? What old rules? Whose old rules?

It won't be the three-piece set of 'arm wrestling', 'wrestling' and 'boxing' that you muscle-heads love the most, right?

Hahahaha, it's really funny!"

The archer students behind her also cooperated and burst into laughter.

Gail, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but frown, "Damn it, who did you learn these messy habits from?"

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The three members of the Gordon family, including the student who explained the situation to them before, couldn't help but look at her together.

I have never seen such an ignorant person.

Faced with the ridicule of the shooter students, those strength-type students who exercised their muscles all day and had trained their brains naturally couldn't stand it, and they started to curse, and the two sides were about to turn into a war of words.

More than 20 people certainly couldn't curse more than 40 or 50 people. The iron bucket youth who led the group had veins jumping on his forehead. Just as he was about to say something, Fufu seized the opportunity to interrupt him.

"We are hunters, not porters who just work hard, and we are not hooligans who can only wrestle and box!

I really don't know what you think, playing these things all day, and going to box with monsters in the future?

You don't really think that with the name of "Brave Iron Fist", you can be like that brave and beat a unicorn with bare hands, right?"

The students watching nodded one after another, thinking that Fu Fu was right, while the muscular students opposite her choked collectively.

They are generally dumb in their mouths, and they can swear, but they are definitely not good at debate and reasoning.

Mutti on the sidelines looked at his father in admiration, while Gordon was full of question marks.

What is it to beat a unicorn with bare hands? Is he crazy to box with a unicorn?

Although he did beat the Blue Bear Beast with bare hands, oh yes, it seems that there is also a Kappa Frog, but how can humans fight a large flying dragon with bare hands? !

"Ahhh!!!"

The iron-barreled youth realized that if they continued like this, they would lose all their face, and he interrupted the quarrel between the two sides with a roar, "Don't talk about those useless things, you say what to compete, we will continue!"

It's really easy to deal with.

Fufu laughed "sneer", crossed her arms, and said loudly: "We hunters, of course, we have to compete with real swords and guns!"

"What are you talking about, you pig?" A shout came from the sidelines.

Fufu then noticed that her instructor mother was glaring at her not far away.

She quickly changed her words and said: "Well, I mean simulated combat. Isn't there a mechanical beast imitating the Daimyo Shield Crab in the seventh training ground? Use that to decide the winner!"

This answer made Gale look better.

The muscular students led by the iron-barreled youth looked at each other and said they had no objection.

If the other party wanted to compete in shooting or something, they would definitely not agree, but when it comes to actual combat ability, who is the heavy weapon swordsman afraid of?

So a group of people and the students who were watching went to the training ground where the mechanical beasts were set up.

The mechanical beasts are one of the most important training facilities in the training camp. Students cannot use them whenever they want. They need to apply to the instructors.

Fortunately, Gail, the chief instructor, was present. She did not spoil the fun and waved her hand, agreeing to the students' request.

Instructor Elu, who was responsible for operating the mechanical beasts, rubbed her paws, climbed onto the mechanical beasts, and entered the driver's seat. Before starting, she did not forget to stick her head out and remind him: "Only senior students are allowed to fight against mechanical beasts, meow. This is a hard rule, meow, don't forget meow!"

Fu Fu's face was full of pretended regret. She shook her head heavily, "In this case, I can only change someone to replace me, Brandley, you can do it!"

A tall and thin young man nodded and walked out of the crowd behind her. The representative of the muscle student camp was naturally their leader, the iron barrel young man.

The iron barrel young man had no objection to changing opponents.

He had no intention of competing with Fufu. He was a senior student who was about to graduate and become a formal hunter, while the other party was a half-grown child who had just turned fourteen and had not yet reached the standard for school enrollment.

It was not good to lose or win.

On the contrary, Bradley was his old rival.

The iron-barreled young man stared at his opponent, grinned and clenched his fist bones, and raised his fingers to make a provocative gesture. The other party sneered and ignored his provocation.

The student who had explained to Gordon and the others before whispered: "Senior Bradley was the original leader of the 'Supernova'. He took the initiative to give up his position after Boss Fufu came. He is an old enemy of the 'Brave Iron Fist'."

"Voluntarily gave up his position?" Hayata couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, the night Boss Fufu came to the training camp, Senior Bradley took people to contact her. After all, she is the daughter of Instructor Gale, which means that she is also the daughter of the 'Supernova'!"

Gordon understood.

From the group name of this group of shooter trainees, it can be seen that they should all be admirers of Anshil. After all, that guy is the number one shooter currently in service.

As the daughter of an idol, it is not surprising that Fufu was approached, but she should not be made the leader right away, right? !

Gail said expressionlessly: "Fufu took out the notes of shooting skills her father left her, and the group immediately praised her.

Then Fufu promised Bradley that she would get him a few supernova crossbows after he graduated, and Bradley volunteered to become her bodyguard.

As for how she became the leader later, I don't know the details. Anyway, after she hung out with the group for a while, Bradley voluntarily gave up his position."

Gordon "tsk" and was not surprised.

With these as a foundation, plus Fufu's good at winning over, it is normal for her to become the boss in a short period of time.

"But where is she going to get the supernova? It's dangerous. Ansel won't let her do whatever she wants, right?" Hayata's focus is slightly different.

Gail covered her face, "She has the formula for supernova, and she has successfully blended it herself before."

"Let's not talk about where the materials like fire dragon marrow come from. The blending of dragon-killing carbon is very complicated, and many steps involve alchemy. Why did she blend that thing?"

Faced with Hayata's questioning, Gail looked away awkwardly, "Well, that... I gave her the formula two years ago.

Then she got the materials from her aunt's channel, and found a powerful alchemist as a tutor, and learned for a long time."

"So why did you give her the formula? She was only twelve years old at the time!"

"Oh, I thought at the time that the alchemist had to demonstrate when teaching her, and it would be good to get a few free supernovas. Who knew she really learned it."

Hayata fell silent, not knowing what to say for a while.

At the same time, there seemed to be another dispute on the other side.

No matter how realistic the simulated actual combat is, it is not a real actual combat after all. A rule must be set to compare the winner.

"Let's compare the destroyed parts. Calculate the time it takes to destroy a crab claw. The one who takes the shortest time wins!" The iron-barreled young man suggested.

Bradley sneered, "How dare you come up with such a rule? The training sledgehammer you use is not much worse than a real hunter's weapon.

How can the training crossbow bullets used by our shooters compare? Get me a base number of standard armor-piercing grenades, and I will compete with you in this way!"

"Then how do you want to compete?"

"Compare the number of effective strike points within a limited time!"

"Bullshit! You want me to use a sledgehammer to compete with your heavy crossbow gun in attack speed?!"

Fufu stood up again.

She stared at the iron barrel youth and asked, "How much do you think the attack frequency of the heavy crossbow exceeds your sledgehammer?"

"Two times? Three times?" The iron barrel youth said casually, and at the same time did not forget to maintain the dignity of heavy weapons, "Of course! The power of the sledgehammer is more than ten times that of those light crossbow bullets!"

"Okay! I'll give you more, five times! We will compare the number of hits within a limited time. If Brandley's hits are more than five times yours, we win, and if they are less than five times, you win. There is nothing to say about this, right?"

The iron barrel youth was stunned when he heard it, and then agreed happily, "Okay! You said five times, don't deny it if you lose!"

Contrary to many people's stereotypes, the attack frequency of the sledgehammer is actually not slow, and it can even be said to be one of the fastest among heavy weapons.

He had exaggerated when he said three times before, but he didn't expect the other party to go directly five times.

How can they lose?

The muscle students are full of confidence, while the archer students are uneasy, but the boss has already set the rules, so they can only bite their teeth and admit it.

Gordon and his companions also looked at each other in bewilderment.

But unlike the students, none of these experienced and genuine hunters, including the instructors who were watching, were optimistic about the young man with the iron bucket.

The saying that the attack frequency of a certain weapon is several times that of another weapon is false in actual combat.

How can you compare like this? !

Fu Fu certainly has no actual combat experience, but she remembered that her father mentioned to her that in actual combat, his attack hits were more than ten times that of Gordon.

Of course, Bradley can't compare with his father, but the iron bucket on the opposite side is even less likely to be compared with Uncle Gordon.

Thinking of this, Fu Fu's face showed a trace of cunning.

"Since it is an actual combat, there is naturally no saying of three rounds and two wins. One round will decide the winner!"

Save you from regretting it after you realize that it is wrong