Ark Girls Want to Push Me Down

But, after all, Gretel is just a mortal.

When he sees what others can memorize in one hour, it takes him three hours to memorize it, when he finds that he will vomit when he does one hour of logic problems, while others can finish it in half an hour, when he finds himself working day and night Practice, but the applicability of Originium Skills is still not as good as when others first contacted...

He finally gritted his teeth and admitted that he had no so-called talent, let alone the genius in his mind.

Even though there are only a few talented people, if Gretel wants to get ahead in a situation where his family is inferior, he must compete with those geniuses.

Gretel fought and then failed. Not only did he fail to win as a genius, but his luck was not much better, and he didn't even deserve to be the protagonist of this stage.

At that moment, Gretel realized a truth:

No matter how hard you try, there are many things you can't do.

Since then, he has gritted his teeth at the word genius, and he has scoffed at the title of protagonist.

No halo, no plug-ins, no talent, and no wealthy family background, no matter how hard Gretel works, he is just finding a job for the top officials of Longmen.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is very good to be able to directly attack the high-level dragon clan, but for Grete, it is an insult to his life to be a descendant of the dragon clan.

"You don't have to know who I am."

This time, Gretel is still wiping the butt of the top management of Longmen. He needs to help Mephistopheles to tide over the difficulties, or cover up the traces of the cooperation between Longmen fish and Mephistopheles. No matter what, he must repel the opponents in front of him. A man who is a few years younger.

"Anyway, today is your day of death!"

Grete, who was holding a long sword, attacked the mud boat again, and this time, the mud boat did not dodge any more, but used Originium energy to condense a long sword and chop Grete.

For Gretel, who had never seen this kind of Originium skill, the technique of the mud boat drawing the sword out of thin air was like magic.

"This guy is really tricky..."

After several hand-to-hand battles, Mud Zhou had to admit that the strength of the stranger in front of him was no less than his own.

During the battle, the mud boat used the Originium technique many times, or attacked by throwing flying swords, or using the hook to escape, or burning the opponent's eyes with flames, but even if he used all kinds of abilities, I just had a five-to-five fight with this guy.

solid

This is the most appropriate evaluation of the man in front of the mud boat.

His pace, his swordsmanship, his every slash, every evasion, were all steady and unbearable.

Without the ability to surprise himself or the subtlety of finesse, the man was just attacking himself steadily.

In terms of the strength of the sword-to-blade battle alone, the opponent may only be slightly inferior to Chen Xingshi and the like.

"There is such a person by Mephisto's side?"

The more Mud Boat fought with this man, the more puzzled he became.

Since it is not an infected person, what kind of grievance will there be with the Integration Movement and Rhode Island?

If there is such strength, why should it be at the mercy of Mephistopheles?

"Wow!"

The opponent's swordsmanship was stable and firm, and the mud boat was just distracted to consider these issues, and his skin was cut a few times. Fortunately, the mud boat exploded with open source stone energy and knocked the opponent back a few steps. There were no further injuries.

"Damn! What the hell is this guy? Qigong master? Swordsman? Mage? Almighty positioning!?"

On the other hand, Gretel, who was always repelled by the mud boat with unexpected attacks, also gritted his teeth. It looks like a magician, and what's even more irritating is that this magician can also melee!

"There is no Originium skill at all, there is no Originium disease in the body, and the strength is still so stable, this guy is simply my natural enemy."

Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry to attack, the mud boat also took a breath. This man with a scar on his face made him unconsciously nervous.

Both sides sighed the other's strength IMBA in their hearts, one sighed for his lack of talent, and the other felt aggrieved because he was not a full-time fighter.

"Otherwise, I'll give you something, you leave from Rhodes Island, and I promise not to hold you accountable."

For fear that Mephistopheles took the opportunity to escape, the mud boat wanted to make a condition. As long as he could talk, he, the fraud master, would be sure to deceive the other party.

"How about the other way around, I'll give you something, don't worry about it, isn't it bad to go home and play with your mobile phone?"

Gretel was also not sure of winning this opponent, and seeing that the other party wanted to talk, he also offered his own conditions.

In fact, going home and resting in bed was what Gretel wanted to do the most, and he was tiring and tiring for this task.

"..."

"..."

"Oh shit, you! Give me a long way to die."

"You slapper! I'm hitting your lungs!"

Seeing that the other party would not retreat, the two people who were irritable in their hearts even yelled at each other, followed by a more intense confrontation.

Mud Zhou boldly used his unskilled skills this time. He attached the flame to the long sword, wrapped the flaming sword with chains, and then threw the flaming flying sword out.

Grete blocked the fire sword with a long knife, and the spark that was knocked out made him close his eyes. After a few tenths of a second, he wanted to dash toward the mud boat again, but he felt his back was cut. Open, the skin is open and the flesh is broken, Grete still feels a burning pain...

The two flaming swords that flew out turned back? !

Taking a closer look, the mud boat is still holding a transparent chain that is almost invisible? !

"You are such a good flea!!"

The excruciatingly painful Gretel pointed at the dingo's nose and cursed