Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The special team "Zhuiyue" is composed of top assassins from different regions and races. They obey and only unconditionally obey the highest commander of the Liberator Alliance Military - Moshe.

Among them was a tall, dark-haired woman named Yue Ling, who was an expert with the spear.

Even in an era of rapid technological development and particle beam weapons being everywhere, she still bravely shuttles between enemies with a specially made spear on her back, and in most cases she is able to escape unscathed.

Mo Xie once asked Yue Ling what he thought of his weapon.

This spear master who always had a frosty face actually smiled, which was very rare. He stared at the spear in his hand and said:

[Perhaps you have heard this answer many times: the weapon is a part of my body, I am the spear, and the spear is me.]

[You are not using traditional gun techniques.]

Yue Ling nodded and raised the spear lightly. [The traditional spear technique is the basic template created by our predecessors. If future generations want to continue to develop it, they must improve and innovate.]

[Everyone has different characteristics. Only by bringing out their own characteristics to the fullest can one create his own unique technology.]

Everyone knows this simple truth, but it is difficult to actually put it into practice.

Looking at her clean and neat movements and graceful dancing figure, Mo Xie couldn't help but pick up a spear and join in.

Yue Ling's senses were sharp, and he quickly jumped back a step to avoid the spear tip that was smashing down. He looked at Mo Xie in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you could use a spear."

[I learned this from you, Ling.]

[……I see.]

Mo Xie was a novice after all, he only imitated the appearance and did not master the essentials of spearmanship. His attack intentions were seen through every time, and Yue Ling perfectly blocked them with just one hand.

"What should I do if I want to break through your defense?" he asked curiously.

Yue Ling stared at him with her dark eyes and spoke slowly: [Attack and defense are not mutually exclusive. If your attack breaks through the opponent's attack, then...]

"If your attack breaks through the opponent's attack, then the purpose of defense has been achieved."

Yue Ling's cold voice and Mo Xie's gentle voice overlapped.

Feeling the force of the lance loosen slightly, Arthurs pulled it out and then assumed an attacking stance again.

Pursuing the ultimate attack...Isn't this the core idea of ​​the traditional attacking techniques of the Mouk Chiefdom?

In the Kingdom of Renekton, glorious death in battle is something worth celebrating. However, in order to protect talents, knights and magicians usually have to master enough defense techniques before they can join the army to avoid unnecessary sacrifices.

Arthurs frowned slightly and directly denied Moshe's statement, "Defense is necessary for a more lasting battle."

"I want to be a knight like my father who is good at both offense and defense." After adding, he rushed over with his gun drawn.

"Don't be anxious. Think about it carefully." Mo Xie took a step back to create some distance. He raised his lance and deflected it, then smiled and said, "Pursuing a more powerful attack does not mean giving up defense. Attack and defense can be transformed into each other."

“You now need to discover your own characteristics to better support their transformation into each other.”

Arthurs' eyes were solemn, but he continued to attack. He swung and stabbed the two-meter-long lance in his hand as lightly as if it were a wooden stick.

"What is Master Mo Xie talking about? I really want to know."

"Go, come a little closer."

"Won't it disturb their practice? Ok, fine, I'll move forward a little bit, just a little bit..."

So the group of people moved their feet carefully again, and with their better-than-ordinary hearing, they barely heard a few intermittent words.

Seeing that Arthas didn't say anything, Moshe turned and asked, "What does your holy sacrifice look like? Would you mind performing it so I can see it?"

Arthurs answered without hesitation: "It's inconvenient."

This guy has so many questions, can't he just focus on practice? Why is he so interested in me all of a sudden?

"Don't you have the strength to perform the Holy Sacrifice?"

Seeing Moshe looking at him with a look of pity and regret, Arthurs's self-esteem instantly exploded, and his cheeks flushed as he shouted, "Who said that?! Of course I still have strength! A lot of strength!"

As the words fell, the fluid in the air began to tremble violently, carrying the rising hot steam towards Arthurs.

Behind him, amidst the white mist, halos formed by magic power suddenly appeared.

The light wheels overlapped and intertwined, and were tightly linked like gears. They were suspended in the air and slowly rotated, emitting a powerful pressure.

Arthur pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then threw down his lance and prepared to attack with his bare hands.

Mo Xie's golden eyes were as bright as torches, and he said thoughtfully: "Hmm...it is indeed an offensive type."

He put the spear aside, then took the pen head from his pocket and adjusted it to the length of a long sword.

Only by doing so would Arthurs attack him.

“It’s the pen head!”

"Hey! Keep your voice down!"

The surrounding knights were extremely excited. Even Edan and Jack stared at the magical weapon with curiosity and exploration in their eyes.

The golden wheel behind Arthurs seemed like a fully automated ultimate weapon that would appear in the future and was driven by mysterious power.

It can automatically emit golden beams of varying lengths, which cut through the air at a speed similar to that of a bullet, causing penetrating damage.

There was no dullness when the golden light penetrated the light blade at the head of the pen, and it seemed to have a burning effect. The magic stone powder in the ink sac was transformed into actual magic power, and it took a full three seconds to fill the hole.

Mo Xie used "Pingzong" and "Chengfeng" to dodge, but a tiny cut was still made on his neck.

"Enough, the practice is terminated." Arthurs frowned, and the trembling liquid, the suspended golden wheel and the powerful pressure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

If this guy gets hurt, Yuffie will be angry. Thinking of this, he called Dr. Ogg who had been waiting for a long time.

The fat doctor walked very slowly, so slowly that Mo Xie had time to recall many details.

He thought of the paladin, Leopold Singh, who had checked his physical condition.

So he slowly said: "Perhaps... do you want to become a paladin?"

Arthurs suddenly stopped and looked at Moshe with some surprise.

For as long as he could remember, there had always been debate over whether he should become a wizard or a knight.

He aspired to become a knight like his father, the Marquis Mackintosh. After reaching a bottleneck, he thought about changing his path and becoming a paladin.

But becoming a paladin means belonging to the temple and working for the temple.

He had no choice but to give up the idea.

The Temple and the Royal Family represent two independent and parallel authorities: Church authority and secular authority. The McIntosh family is loyal to the Royal Family. In the history of the family, there has never been an example of a direct descendant becoming a Paladin...

"That kind of thing... is impossible." Arthurs' voice was very soft, as if he was responding to Moshe, but also as if he was talking to himself.

He saw the fat figure approaching, stepped aside and said, "Doctor Oger, please come and take a look."

"Ok."

Moshe followed Dr. Oger's movements and unbuttoned his training suit, revealing half of his body.

Seeing the scene in front of him, even the experienced Dr. Oger took a breath of cold air, "hiss..."

There were two large purple marks on the boy's fair body, one on the side of his chest and one on the inside of his arm, which were obviously caused by the action of clamping the gun.

In addition, the small wound on his neck had not healed yet, but instead showed signs of expanding, oozing out round beads of blood that were sliding down to his collarbone.

How could it be so serious?! I only used 30% of my strength.

Arthas thought to himself, this is bad, if Yuffie sees this...

As luck would have it, the girl's voice rang out from behind: "What are you doing?"

It’s over.