Chapter 193 Ch192 The Opportunity to Upgrade

Chapter 193 Ch.192 The opportunity for ring promotion

Oil lamps were nailed to the irregular rough stone walls.

The flickering lights cast two opposing shadows.

Roland held the dagger and carefully moved sideways. Fernandez held the same standard rubber dagger and stared quietly at the black-haired young man who was as nimble as a cat.

The secrets of the two people are intertwined with each other, testing and confirming each other's position.

As the footsteps approach...

The battle is about to break out.

"You should come to the training ground more often, Roland." During the fierce confrontation, Fernandez was still able to distract himself from the conversation: "Especially when the ritualist is in a low level."

He easily swung away the plastic blade that was stabbing his lower abdomen, turned his wrist, and swung it towards Roland's throat!

The next second, he was pushed upward by a pair of agile hands - and then, he quickly approached!

Fernandez smiled, threw the dagger at Roland, who was rushing towards him, and when he ducked sideways, he grabbed the opponent's wrist!

"It is definitely not a wise choice to fight in close combat with the "Holy Flame"——"

Before he finished speaking, he felt his wrist twisting half a circle!

Like a soft snake that had caught its prey, Roland opened his arms inward, and walked around Fernandez's front. One hand passed through his neck, and the other hand was clasped around the inner elbow...

Suddenly tense!

boom--!

Unable to maintain the balance under his feet, he fell heavily to the ground with Fernandez!

The gradually locking arms restricted the blood flow.

"I said, fighting in close combat with the "Holy Flame" is never a wise choice, Roland. When Fernandez was locked by the neck, he still had time to look up and laugh: "Where did you learn this weird trick?" I can earn it with just one hand..."

"Break free..."

"Break...get off...get off..."

As the people locked behind him, his voice became smaller and smaller.

The strong arm raised high like a demonstration hit the ground like a whip.

Someone falls into a coma.

…………

…

Twenty minutes later.

training room.

Fernandez sat on a wooden bench, holding a cigarette in one hand and touching his aching neck with the other, looking embarrassed: "Where did you...learn this?"

Roland was tying up his loose hair and wondered: "Where did you learn this?"

Fernandez said with a dark face: "It's just... the trick to stun me."

"A friend taught me this." Roland showed his white teeth: "...it's called 'naked choke'."

Naked twist…

Fernandez blew out a big puff of smoke, rubbed the side of his neck, and muttered the name Roland said.

He didn't even have a chance to resist just now. After a few breaths, his vision went dark and he lost control of his limbs.

Then he 'fell asleep'.

According to Roland--even more well-behaved than a swaddled baby.

"...This stuff is not taught casually." Fernandez glanced at someone who was looking at him as if nothing had happened, and reminded him: "...Most of the techniques are secrets that are not taught, and your friend is generous enough. Use it with care, Roland. "

"This skill is enough to kill people."

Of course Roland knew.

Wrench had said it when he taught him.

Fernandez leaned on his knees, recalling what had just happened, and thinking about how to break this strangulation technique...

Then a problem was discovered.

"Roland."

"Um?"

Fernandez said, palm up: "Take my hand."

After he waited for Roland to put his hand on his palm, he suddenly clasped his fingers tightly.

"Break free," he said.

Roland turned his wrist slightly, and Fernandez tightened his fingers against him.

The two were in a stalemate for more than ten seconds, and then Roland pulled his hand away.

This made Fernandez frown even more.

"Your strength has become much stronger." He simply held a cigarette in his mouth, pulled Roland's arm, rolled up the sleeves, turned over and over to look at the smooth forearms, big arms, and then asked Roland to relax after exerting force. Then try harder.

strangeness.

Fernandez was suspicious: "Have you been exercising a lot recently?"

Roland nodded calmly.

——He just handled a small case with Xander two days ago and completed the big ceremony: "Sword of Judgment".

"Of course I know, because your strength has increased at least three times since the last training..."

Fernandez is very sensitive to the issue of strength - especially during his first training when he first joined the Inquisition. Roland left a really deep impression on him:

A slender, weak, straw-like child.

Fernandez once thought that Roland had no future in close combat, so he focused all his energy on daggers and firearms.

Looking at it now, it's obviously not.

He should have observed him for a while longer - this genius who could reach the world of sleep in one day seemed to have equally extraordinary physical aptitudes.

The feeling Roland gave him, at least in terms of strength, was almost the same as the "Holy Flame" that had just completed the first stage of the "Sword of Judgment".

Fernandez was filled with emotions.

To be honest, if Roland hadn't walked on a road without a big ceremony, he would have almost doubted whether he had completed any big ceremony in private——

For example, the "Sword of Judgment" of the "Holy Flame", or the "Praise of Life" of those Eve believers, and other rituals that greatly enhance the flesh and blood...

"Add training once a week."

Fernandez patted Roland on the shoulder, and there was more inexplicable intimacy in his words.

——Although Roland does not belong to the "Holy Flame", his "growing" body is undoubtedly moving closer to the "Holy Flame".

In the low-ring period, there are only two paths that are very good at close combat:

The "Holy Flame" of the Inquisition and the "Iron Cavalry" of the Church of War.

"How long do you plan to stay in the first ring?"

The two wiped their sweat, each holding a cigarette and chatting while puffing. Fernandez was not used to smoking cigars, and thought that the stuff Roland enjoyed was the stuff that the white-faced people used to pretend: a "showpiece" that only swirled in the mouth and wasted money.

He held the yellowed earth cigarette that cost only five pennies a box, squinted his eyes, and blew out thick smoke.

"Stop at one ring for ten years?"

"If possible, I plan to hold the ring-raising ceremony tomorrow." Roland prefers Randolph's cigars, pinching them, with his fingers on his cheekbones: "But I need to have the ring-raising ceremony first."

Fernandez tapped his knees and slowly uttered a few words:

"The experience of the predecessors."

"The Grand Ceremony."

"The resources provided by the sect."

These three will help the later ritualists. Especially the "Grand Ceremony" of the Crown God Ritualists is the most important, which almost widens the gap between them and non-Crown God Ritualists - the more Grand Ceremony held, the greater the gap.

And the "Ring-raising Ceremony" is not the reason for the gap.

Every year, every month, every night, there are almost ritualists who travel through dreams: sleep forever, or bring back treasures in dreams.

Those secrets will more or less record some non-Crown God Road Ring-raising Ceremony.

It's just that it has to be obtained through a less safe channel.

Roland can only rely on himself.

"I think that Lady Enid came to you today to discuss this issue with you."

Fernandez said.

"Roland, make your own decision... If possible, I really don't want you to get involved now."

The captain was particularly serious.

Once you enter "there"...

Gold Island.

A real arena for "coming of age ceremony participants".