Chapter 145 Blood Recognition

It all happened so quickly and suddenly that no one present realized what happened.

After the figure stopped, Rodney subconsciously noticed that there was no trace of me standing beside him.

Yes, I took action.

Although I didn't accept the task of protecting his sister, I couldn't bear to watch a beautiful girl die tragically in front of my eyes. Besides, this girl was Rodney's biological sister with whom I had a good relationship.

In this way, Rodney owes me another favor, hehe.

How should he be asked to repay it?

The corners of my mouth turned up, and I gave a sly smile.

Completely forgetting the surroundings, there were pairs of astonished eyes and jaws falling to the ground one by one.

Rodney was worthy of being the eldest of the group (both mentally and in terms of real age). He was the first to react. With a complicated expression on his face, he said to me nonchalantly: "You, your speed just now"

Ah?

Only then did I realize that in my rush to save people, I actually exposed one of my trump cards!

No, that’s actually not accurate. The standard way of saying it is: In my eagerness to save people, I actually used my long-forgotten trump card again!

Actually the thing is like this

When I just reached level 4, I tried to fight against the Minotaur boss alone. The battle was extremely brutal. In short, by the time I was lucky enough to kill the Minotaur boss, I had already lost most of my armor. Life.

Although I have to admit that the tauren boss was killed by my talent blow when I was in a dying state, which happened to hit the vital point, but in more than an hour before that, I had already consumed seventy-seven percent of the boss's physical strength. Eighty-eight, it even reached the point where the oil was exhausted!

It was more than an hour of dealing with this that forced me to develop a unique set of ace skills.

If you have to say it is a skill, it is a bit far-fetched. After all, when you look at the data, it will not be reflected on paper, but it can be applied in actual combat.

However, precisely because it cannot appear in the ability data and at the same time I focus too much on combat skills, over time, the set of forced skills have gradually been diluted by me.

It didn't take long before I completely forgot about it.

If it hadn't been for this sudden incident, I wouldn't even be able to remember my set of skills - high-speed movement.

The reason why I call it this is because the only characteristic it embodies is fast, extraordinarily fast!

In fact, the principle of its initiation is very simple. I rely on my fighting instinct to tap the potential consciousness of my legs and feet in countless dangerous situations. This approach is somewhat similar to forcibly secreting adrenal glands in order to escape from dangerous situations. elemental behavior.

However, this approach is much safer than adrenaline.

After all, excessive secretion of adrenaline can kill people. As for high-speed movement, I have used it about four or five times and have never found any side effects. At most, it consumes more energy than before.

I'm also glad that I forgot about the existence of this skill, otherwise I wouldn't have activated the terrifying power of my left arm to destroy the entire tenth floor. Naturally, I wouldn't have been able to fall into that dangerous gap space and see the extremely terrifying Nine-Headed Dragon. Let alone get this pair of gauntlets and Naotachi by chance.

Uh. And my fiancée Cagalli, her friends, and that gay uncle Gordo.

Just as he was thinking wildly, not far away, Rodney's voice sounded again: "An Xiaoyi, was your speed just now a bit too fast?"

"Ah? Is there any?" I returned to my normal expression and looked at him in surprise.

"Isn't this your new combat skill?" Rodney guessed as he stood up, walked quickly to Eva, helped her up, and wiped the sand off her clothes.

The stone shell monster standing behind Eva was just frozen there, like a sculpture. A breeze blew by, and a few soft clicks were heard. Stone chips continued to fall from it. More than a dozen Seconds later, it suddenly disintegrated into a piece of sand, and could no longer look like before.

With two dings, two coins, one silver and one copper, fell to the ground, reflecting the dazzling light.

I picked it up and handed it to Rodney: "Your coin."

Rodney pushed and declined: "No, it's your coin."

"Okay, then it's mine."

Rodney nodded and continued his previous question: "Is your speed your new combat skill?"

"No, that's my talent." I lied with a smile on my face.

Rodney nodded believing it was true and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

I smiled: This guy definitely didn't take my abilities seriously yesterday.

"By the way, I happen to have something to ask you," I said to Rodney.

"What's up?"

"How can I acquire combat skills?" I asked.

"Buy it, go to the adventurer base or the combat skills store, they are all sold!" Rodney said: "There are also some that are traded privately, but it is said that the prices are very expensive."

"Uh, sorry, there was something wrong with my expression," I said, "I mean, I already have the combat skills book, but I don't know how to learn it."

"Oh, that's it," Rodney said, "It's very simple, you just need to drop a drop of blood on the combat skills book."

"Ah? Spraying blood to recognize relatives?" I raised my eyebrows. Why does this setting feel a bit similar to fantasy?

"The word "blood recognition" is a good one!" Rodney thought carefully and couldn't help but praise: "It's so vivid."

"Is it that simple?" I asked.

Rodney said: "It's that simple."

"Okay then." He took out the shit-yellow ghost-painted battle technique book from his pocket, and lightly scratched the tip of the knife with his right index finger. In an instant, a small opening was made.

Blood quickly gushes out and drips onto the surface of the combat technique book.

I stared at the combat skills book expectantly, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't see any reaction.

"Did I guess wrong?" I felt a little uneasy and thought to myself, "Isn't this a combat technique book?"

Rodney saw that I stopped moving and was hesitant to move. He couldn't help but be curious and said, "What are you doing?"

"Wait for the combat skills," I said, "Didn't you say that as long as there is a drop of blood, there will be a reaction?"

"I mean, every page!" Rodney said seriously: "Every page must be dripping with your blood, so that it will be effective."

"Ah? What do you mean?" I was shocked and repeated word by word: "Every page will be dripping with blood?"

"Yes, every page!"

"Oh my God, it's like this!" I couldn't help but feel very happy.

Fortunately, this combat skills book has only a few pages, so it doesn't require much blood. If it had a page number similar to that of Ci Hai, it would have to vomit three liters of blood to complete the acknowledgment!