Operation Red Book

"The strong current flows through the entire body of the whip, so it needs someone with a certain amount of arm strength to control it. At the same time, the whip itself is agile and light, so it needs someone with a certain degree of flexibility and toughness to control the whip rope."

Hilda saw everything about Ivy's condition and analyzed it carefully.

"I have tested this weapon for a long time, but no one is capable of using it. Alexander cannot wield it flexibly, and Thomas is too weak."

The sudden electric current that just rushed out really scared Ivy, causing her to feel panic in her heart.

If the mind is not stable, the body will be unstable; if the body is unstable, it will be difficult to use strength.

Ivy's right hand swung around with the electric current. She had to try hard to release all the emotions in her heart and concentrate again.

After taking a long breath, Ivy calmed down a little.

Pay attention to the direction and pattern of the electric current collision. With this control, Ivy can temporarily reduce the swing arc of her right hand.

The iron rod in her hand was still shaking like a fascia gun set to maximum intensity, but Ivy didn't want to waste any more time on it.

The next step is to attack, aim at the enemy in front, and swing the whip at him.

Ivy raised the handle and swung the whip hard at the nearest armored soldier.

"Hey!"

The whip did not hit the armored soldier as Ivy expected, but missed the shield one meter away.

The silver-black whip cut through the air like a bright lightning, changed direction and quickly rushed back towards Ivy, scaring her so much that she screamed in panic.

"Fuck-"

The long whip was so powerful that it made a muffled sound that could be heard within a radius of ten miles. Joshua's heart stopped beating and he almost rushed forward.

"Ms. Ivy has her own way. If you go up there, you will only disrupt her next move."

Hilda stopped Joshua with one arm and looked intently at Ivy in the dust.

Ivy turned forward using inertia, but her right hand did not pull in the opposite direction. Instead, she continued to swing the handle to the left, speeding up the whip's movement in the air.

"It will be better if it's faster."

Ivy gritted her teeth and thought silently in her heart.

She accelerated the rotation of her feet and turned quickly. She felt her right hand was instantly filled with strength.

"Uh! Hey!"

Ivy turned her wrist and swung the whip to the ground with all her strength.

“Sizzle—pop!”

The crisp sound of a whip that broke the sky shattered the silence like a flash of lightning.

The whip was thrown to the ground as desired, and bounced up again the moment it touched the ground.

The ground where the silver snake touched was left with a deep whip mark, and dust rose up and dissipated in the wind.

Ivy continued to turn her wrists and kept walking.

She constantly judged the direction in which the whip would swing, making sure that her speed was always faster than the whip.

At the same time, try to control your wrist and turn the disobedient whip to where it should go.

After a while, the armored soldiers standing in front fell to the ground together, and there was a long black dent on their armor.

Some were whipped backwards, some were hit left and right, in short, they were hit from all directions.

After a few rounds, Ivy was already out of breath.

Fortunately, she had already figured out her own rhythm, and the long silver-black snake was as obedient as a shoelace in her hand.

"Ms. Ivy seems to have tamed this wild horse. How did she do it? She can judge the direction of the whip's attack."

"That's a must. Ivy is the best math student in our school!"

Ivy seemed to have entered a state of selflessness. The two people beside her had long faded out of her sight, and the hurricane whistling in her ears also stopped its anxious pace.

This made her feel good. Her mood had never been so calm, and her body was as light and unobstructed as a mountain breeze.

Ivy gained momentum. She ran a few steps and swung the whip hard, entangling the armored soldier on the far right.

"Come on, Miss Ivy. It weighs as much as a carriage. You don't have the strength to pull it!"

Hilda shouted hurriedly, her feet already moving, running towards Ivy.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Ivy grabbed the handle and pulled it hard, but the armored soldier not only did not move, but also suddenly retreated several meters.

"what--"

Ivy suddenly felt something was wrong. A huge force pulled her forward and the panic surged into her heart again.

The armored soldier circled the whip rope a few more times and swung Ivy up.

"Student Ivy!"

"what--"

The armored soldiers seemed to have life and were unwilling to stop, and even moved faster and faster.

Ivy held the handle tightly, the world in front of her was spinning, and she could only occasionally see a red afterimage.

"Let go, Miss Ivy! I'll catch you!"

The familiar voice vibrated in Ivy's ears. Her heart sank. She used the last bit of her calm to determine the location of the red afterimage. Then she let go and flew out.

"How did it fly out!"

"Ms. Ivy! You flew too far! I can't catch you!"

"Student Ivy! I'll catch you, I'll catch you, I...ah - my waist!"