Chapter 879 Feng Ying Is Being Beaten

Facing the giant mallet that was swung to her chest, Feng Ying inserted her sword into the shield, trying to use the moment when the deformed slashing sword and shield were placed in front of her to carry out precise defense.

Unfortunately, her movements were a moment too slow, and the shield failed to reach the ideal position and angle in time.

With a heart-wrenching "bang" sound, Feng Ying was thrown away with her shield and body. She rolled to the ground and stared at the sky, her eyes full of doubts about life.

Without giving her a chance to lie down for a while and take a breath, Altman directly picked her up.

While looking down at her, he commented in a cold tone, "The timing is not accurate enough, and the action of the transformation slash is not crisp and decisive enough. If the opponent is a really large monster, you will be dead by now.

Counting this time, you have died twenty times today. "

"Woo"

"No acting coquettishly! Stand still!"

".yes!"

"Do you think this is hard work? If the current conditions didn't allow it, you should go and practice chopping bomb barrels for me! Let's see if you still dare to hesitate for me!"

A little further away, Gordon, who was watching, scratched his chin, "Do you think it is Instructor Altman's teaching style that is too strict, or are we usually too talkative?"

"Without a doubt, it's the latter." Anhil answered expressionlessly.

He firmly believes that strict masters make good disciples. Feng Ying, who once couldn't even tell whether the big strange bird was a bird, can now recite the monster illustrations by heart, which is proof!

"No, no, no, no, that old man obviously has a problem too!" The person who retorted was Gail, with a concerned expression on her face.

When she was a student, she often received fists and sticks from instructor Altman.

"That is to say, Feng Ying's armor is strong enough, and her physical fitness, body-receiving skills, etc. have all been polished to perfection.

If you were someone of the same age, you wouldn’t even know how many bones would be broken! If your hand slips just a little bit more, that mallet can really break someone's skull! "

"It can't be helped." Hayata said softly, "If you want to practice precise defense, getting beaten is a necessary step."

Gordon glanced at her in surprise. Normally, she was the one with the softest heart. Anxier often complained that Hayata doted on Feng Ying and so on.

"When Master Yamos taught me Mikiri and Iai, he used a bamboo sword. The timing was wrong and the angle was wrong. If he failed to block the attack, the bamboo sword would really come up."

Hayata said, subconsciously touching her face, which seemed to bring back some not-so-pleasant memories, "During that time, my face was swollen every day, and the bridge of my nose was broken."

"Uh, meow, meow, meow?" Gale let out a series of strange exclamations, "Are all you swordsmen trained like this?"

Gordon shrugged, "Fortunately for me, my instructor at the time was a practical man. The mallet and bamboo sword had not been hit by anything, but they had been hit by big wild boars many times."

".I don't understand you swordsmen very well."

"Duwu——, Duwu——"

The dull and long sound of the horn flute resounded throughout the battle street.

The hunters stationed in Battle Street stopped what they were doing and ran to the huge square in the center of Battle Street to gather.

Feng Ying was distracted for a moment when she heard the sound of the horn flute, but the mallet in Altman's hand did not stop and flew her away again.

After completing the blow, Altman threw the mallet aside, folded his arms and said, "In the face of an attack, no external factors should distract you."

Feng Ying, who tightened her core and fell to the ground, got up in disgrace. She didn't even have the strength to complain.

"Your precision defense is far from even the basics. In this battle, do not use it under any circumstances. Remember?" Altman warned in a stern tone.

So you've been training so hard these past two days?

Feng Ying complained in her heart.

"Answer!"

"Ah yes!" Feng Ying quickly stood up straight and shouted in response.

Altman nodded, picked up his gun and shield, and shook his head as Gordon and others rushed over, "Let's go gather."

Perhaps due to physical problems, Master Xiang did not show up. The person in charge of this information briefing was Julius.

He stood on a fort, called names one by one, and after confirming that all the hunters participating in the battle were present, he said: "The reconnaissance team used a large amount of dragon-killing carbon to blast the sleeping Styracosaurus.

Styracosaurus was seriously injured, but it did not completely lose its ability to move. More than thirty hours ago, it flew away from the volcanic island where it was hiding.

The luring plan of burning gunpowder took effect. After hovering in the southern part of the inner sea for a while, the Styracosaurus was flying towards East Doruma.

According to the calculations and analysis of scholars, Styracosaurus will arrive in East Doruma in twenty to thirty hours, and that is when the battle breaks out.

You are all veterans, and you already know what to do and how to do it, so there is no need for me to talk nonsense.

Now, everyone prepares, rests, and gets into their own combat positions before noon tomorrow and disbands! "

The solemn-looking hunters dispersed.

Julius jumped down from the turret and shouted, stopping a few people on the silver side who were also about to leave.

"Gordon, Hayata, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Gordon turned around.

Hayata also frowned, she had a bad feeling.

"Your hunting partners, Pork Chop and Pandan, participated in the demolition operation against Styracosaurus and suffered some injuries."

Seeing the two people's faces change drastically, Julius quickly added: "Don't worry, the injuries are not serious. Zhuchop is basically fine, and Xianglan is also fine. It seems that he was burned bald by the aftermath of the explosion."

"Why is it bald again?" Feng Ying sighed subconsciously, "That conceited guy will have to be autistic for another month."

Hayata: "."

"In short, there is no big problem with the two of them, but they may not be able to come back in time to participate in this battle. I told you in advance so that you don't worry too much."

"Okay, I know, I'm glad they are fine." Gordon nodded.

This battle is a large-scale defensive battle. In addition to the hunters, their hunting partners and the hunting cats belonging to the guild, there are also many Elu participating in the battle.

Zhuchop and Xianglan's inability to participate in the battle will not have any impact on the battle situation, but Gordon and others will be a little uncomfortable.

"We have prepared everything that needs to be prepared. There is nothing else to do." Feng Ying moved her still numb arms. "What should we do next? Practice for a while? I think I am still okay."

Altman glanced at her, and his two big hands like vises grasped her shoulders and arms, kneading them with force. Feng Ying screamed like a pig being slaughtered amid the crackling of joints.

"Ahhh!!! It's going to break!"

Release his hands and look at Hayata, "Help her to completely loosen her muscles, eat more meat, and drink a bottle of recovery medicine to speed up muscle repair.

Then go to bed immediately, don't affect tomorrow's battle."

After giving these instructions, Altman left alone.

"This old guy has a really strong hand." Feng Ying didn't dare to complain until Altman walked away.

Hayata smiled and grabbed Feng Ying's neck and shoulders, and pinched them again.

"Ahhh!!!"

Gordon glared at her, "What are you screaming about? Hurry up and eat and go to bed!"