Your type of online game is too fake, right?

Artoria looked stunned,

"You still remember what happened last night?"

"Remember, why don't you remember?"

Jeanne was a little puzzled.

"No matter how much you drink, you must remember what the people around you said. Otherwise, how can you attend the reception held by those generals?"

"Then you still..."

Thinking of the dead pig that Joan drank in front of her before, Artoria's original good mood disappeared instantly.

To be fooled, or to be fooled by this stupid French country girl.

This is hell, absolutely hell.

"Hey, you've said that many times."

Joan of Arc still looked indifferent.

"Whether this is heaven or hell, it doesn't matter to me...I'm more curious about one thing than these."

Saying this, Joan of Arc suddenly leaned over, almost touching Artoria's face.

"The game you mentioned yesterday shouldn't be the one I play now, right?"

"That... indeed."

Sighing, Artoria nodded anyway.

Although they have become undead in hell, it is not impossible for them to return to the present world - the game called "Moon World" is the best way for them to go to the present world.Of course, this is not free. In addition to the necessary equipment purchases, you must complete some special tasks every time you enter the world. Although these tasks can not be completed, it is also equivalent to running for nothing.

It sounds abstract, at least when Artoria first learned about it, she fell into confusion. If her world, her Britain, is just a game in hell, a playground for the devil, then her Is everything, her life, a trick of the gods or a joke of the devil?

But her strong adaptability as a king made her quickly accept this fact.

The main thing is that there is nothing unacceptable. After throwing away that layer of appearance, the game is just a title. Not everything in hell may be true, and not everything in the game may be false. At least she has one more enhancement itself, and at the same time can maintain the way of Britain, as for the others... is it important?

Maybe it was important, but that was obviously not what she was going to face now, at least she had to complete a small goal first, such as taking revenge on that foreign devil.

"You also come to join!"

Thinking of this, Artoria stretched out her hand to Joan of Arc.

"There shouldn't be any differences between us, after all, that devil in a foreign land is our common enemy..."

"You are not allowed to say that about him!"

Joan of Arc immediately punched him, and just by looking at the wind of the fist, she knew that the blow was absolutely unambiguous.

But Arturia didn't fight back, she just dodged the attack sideways.

"It's pointless for you to hit me. It's not that I don't understand your situation...Didn't you talk about it when you were drinking last night? I understand how you feel. "

Having said that, Arturia shook her head and sighed.

"But that's the problem. Can he understand your mood?"

"……What do you mean?"

No matter how slow Joan's reaction was, she had already realized that something was wrong at this moment.

At this time, Artoria had already placed the takeaway she had brought back on the table.

Scrambled eggs with chives.

Pat the cucumbers.

Fried bitter gourd.

Oil-guzzling lettuce...

"...Why are you so vegetarian?"

Seeing the uniform greenness on the tabletop, Joan of Arc couldn't help frowning.

"Are we going to eat this at night? Not even meat..."

"No, this is what we want. After all, what we want to watch at night must be eaten with this."

While saying this, Artoria took out the stand and put the phone on the dining table.

Then it started to play, which she had already edited during the day, the game video.

"Don't take it too seriously, just take a look, take a look."

As Artoria turned on the screen, the girl swordsman named Okita Souji began to move in the screen.

Practice life in the British boxing gym: Chapter 119 Chapter 110 Five Abin's Perfect Realm ([-] words)

"Ah!"

Dubin, who just got up from the bed, sneezed loudly, which made him think that he had some kind of cold.

In theory, this should never have happened, after all, he has always been very careful about maintaining his health.With his tyrannical physique, ordinary illnesses were wiped out without even having time to show symptoms on him.

"Could it be that someone is talking about me behind my back?"

Thinking of another possibility, Dubin shook his head first.

He believes in science, and feudal superstition is no good.

After a brief wash, Dubin started a new day of practice, the same as walking in baskets and not flying, these are daily exercises for the subtle perception of strength—only this time is different from the past, he practiced There is no feeling of peace of mind at all, but the more you practice, the more annoying you become, and the more you practice, the more dry you become.

Until his feet slipped, he fell off the edge of the basket.

"I lost..."

Du Bin, who turned over and landed, simply lay down on the ground, and now he didn't even have the idea of ​​standing.

The previous battle with Souji Okita, although it was just a game, did arouse his inner demons - as a warrior, one must have a heart to move forward bravely, and the so-called inner demons are what make warriors stop of those things.Money, power, beauty, laziness...all of these may become demons, but what Dubin is currently encountering is obviously more troublesome.

Or in other words, that is almost the common demon of all warriors.

That is, advanced firearms.

Martial arts, after all, are fighting skills in the era of cold weapons. When the bloody and courageous fighting becomes a pastime that can be completed as long as you pull the trigger, the meaning of the existence of warriors is greatly reduced——In the cold weapon era In this era, killing an elite warrior in armor probably required dozens or even hundreds of people, and even heavy equipment such as crossbow guns was required to do so.But now, a few [-]mm bullets can kill a soldier, even if he has practiced hard for decades.

This has also led to a large number of warriors who have a common question since they are beginners.

That is, what is the use of practicing martial arts for decades?

There is no one who would not want something he is good at to shine, especially when this thing still has a glorious history, even Dubin, who is already calm, sometimes fantasizes that he will rely on martial arts to fight for justice—— But the fact is that in this day and age, martial arts are really useless.

In this peaceful age, martial arts is just to strengthen the body, and to be strong is to play games, that's all.

In the past twenty years, Du Bin has been avoiding this problem, and he used persistence and love to prevent himself from seeing it.

But the battle with Souji Okita brought him back to reality.

That's right, it's too real, and the light cannon blasting the face is too fucking real. Faced with this kind of thing that is outrageous than a large-caliber machine gun, no matter how skilled he is in martial arts, there is no way to deal with it.

It was at this time that he suffered the most extreme humiliation.

Even speaking, this can already be regarded as a shame in his life.

That is, being helped by a woman.

Half of his body was shattered by the light cannon, he could only be pressed to the ground by the woman, and he could only watch as he was filled with magic power by the woman, and then he had to use the woman's sword to hit the oncoming laser cannon. Going back... Indeed, at that moment he did have the power to counter the light cannon, but to him, this was the ultimate and most unacceptable shame for him!

"I have practiced martial arts for more than 20 years, more than 20 years... Even if I can't say that I am indomitable, at least I am a good man. To use the power of a woman and eat soft food, this is simply..."

Du Bin, who was full of grief and indignation, grabbed the ground with his head. He wished he could kill himself head-on. As a warrior, he was always proud of his own strength, and it was his life creed to do his own thing, but now he accepted Not being helped, but being helped by a woman... He is so weak, so weak!

He who was helped by a woman was as small as an ant, as small as a flea!

"Hmph, ah, ah, ah——"

At some point, Dubin's head was already bleeding, but even the pain that was bleeding all over his face could not suppress the pain in his heart.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

To be able to win with the help of a woman, doesn't that mean that his twenty years of penance are worthless?

"what……"

Maybe it was because there was too much blood, or maybe this painful struggle had completely exhausted the energy left after his exercise, and Dubin, who was lying on the ground, didn't want to move anymore this time.

Or in other words, that painful energy has finally passed.

After the extreme pain, Dubin, who regained his senses, had to admit that in a sense, his luck was actually good—although before that, he had realized that his martial arts were less serious than serious. The "weak" side, but he never expected that he would explore the limit of "weakness" in one breath.

The opposite side of "weakness" is "strongness", which Dubin understands very thoroughly. The so-called strong is a person with strength, who can carry out his will with his own strength, which means that as long as With enough power, a strong man can do anything he wants, and it can even be said to be omnipotent.

So, what is the real "weakness"?

Once upon a time, Du Bin's understanding of weakness was still on the surface, thinking that the so-called weakness was weakness, weakness, weakness, and lack of strength, but now... His understanding of "weakness" is even deeper.

The so-called weakness means that you can't do anything.

If the strong can change everything in front of them with their own will and strength, then the weak can only be crushed by the reality in front of them. It is not that he has no will or strength, but his meager will and strength In the face of the huge and cold reality, nothing can be changed.

This is weakness, extreme weakness.

That's how Dupin felt when facing the light cannon.

No matter how strong his body is, no matter how firm his will is, no matter how proficient his skills are, everything about him is meaningless to this battle-when the light cannon lights up, he is the one who is destroyed At that time, just like the result of adding one plus one will definitely be two, which cannot be changed and cannot be shaken.

It was at this extremely weak time that he truly comprehended the essence of martial arts.

He has always known that the so-called martial arts is the technique of "defeating the strong with the weak" - after all, the strong do not need martial arts to beat the weak. Kicking, hitting with fists, biting with teeth, even spitting, the strong can win, just because he is strong.

So here lies the problem.

How can the weak win against a strong man whose combat power is far superior to his own?

Once upon a time, Dubin's understanding of this issue was very superficial. At that time, he didn't have much understanding of weakness. "You only need to practice martial arts for a while to win." This was his thinking at that time.

But looking at it now...that's not the case at all.

The so-called martial arts can win. To put it bluntly, it takes time to exercise, so that you can change from weak to strong. It becomes relatively weaker-so, this is still a battle between the strong and the weak in essence, and it is not the so-called "weakness wins the strong" at all.

"So, what is the real victory over the strong with the weak?"

Dupin lying on the ground looked up at the blue sky, thinking about the answer to the question.