Chapter 252 251. The real southern barbarians

"You didn't say just now that there is such a person in Xianfeng Temple, Kuroli."

Lan En's brows furrowed slightly, his eyes fixed on the huge figure walking slowly and unhurriedly.

The former leader of the Luanbo Sect, the black iron hat was lifted up, revealing his open mouth.

"No, no. I've never seen him!"

He was a man who was about 2.23 meters tall. This kind of figure would not be surprising in this Japan with extraordinary power. But his dress.

The all-metal armor is not Japanese-style, but resembles the attire of a seventeenth-century European knight.

A full-face helmet, large link plate armor, knee armor, greaves, iron boots, iron gloves, and a European-style greatsword with a width of one and a half palms and a length of nearly 1.8 meters!

Lan En almost thought that when he passed through the rift between the heavenly spheres, a knight followed him.

It's completely different from Japan, where there is a lack of iron in the environment, so they make compromises in terms of protection.

"You guys, get out of here. Leave the knife behind."

But before Lan En asked him if he knew who Foltest was, the heavily armed knight across from him spoke a few words in broken Japanese.

"For the sake of the promise of Senbon Sword, I wish the blessing of change to come to Robert."

It's like praying, praying.

But a Western knight speaks a Western-style prayer pattern, but the object of his prayer is "change like" in an Eastern context. What a strange feeling.

Lan En's left hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.

This person did not come from his side, but according to the Japanese saying - a serious Nanman!

I actually met the Nanman people!

A sense of dissonance between Li Gui and Li Kui filled Lan En's heart.

"It's not the type I can't handle at all. I'll leave it to you, foreign samurai. I'll go ahead and clean up the ninjas for you first."

At first, Kurokasa no Raccoon was surprised that there was a menacing Nanman in the temple.

But then I thought, with the current mental state of the monks, it is not impossible to find a "watchdog" to close the temple.

As for Lan En's fighting ability, Kurokasa no Raccoon didn't think the opponent might cause him any trouble anyway.

Lan En nodded lightly, his eyes not wandering. After receiving the approved instructions, the Black Hat Raccoon used [Light Body Technique] to take a few steps, flew up to a nearby tree branch seven or eight meters high, and wandered towards the temple.

"I won't leave, and I won't put down my knife. I'm here to kill people. But you"

Lan En took out the clear blade from his waist and hung it by his side, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's going on with you?"

Coming all the way from Europe to work as a janitor for a temple? Is it so profitable to be a mercenary?

The Witcher's experience of 'reasoning' with Madame Butterfly and Owl in this world has taught him that when talking to someone whose position is temporarily unclear and whose enemy or friend is unknown, it is best for you to knock him down before talking to him.

So even though Lan En didn't think that the mess in Xianfeng Temple had anything to do with this European knight, he still drew his sword and was ready to attack.

Facts have proved that Lan En is very wise.

The moment he finished speaking, the knight opposite let out an angry war cry.

Then he directly held the extraordinary giant sword and smashed it towards Lan En!

"Bang!"

Sparks flew between the steel, and the air waves squeezed out by the force formed a circle.

The sound was completely different from the crisp sound made by samurai swords, it was almost at the level of a hammer hitting!

Lan En's eyes widened slightly, and his body posture was not affected at all, but a huge force pushed him back half a meter!

His current weight plus armor is basically close to 250 kilograms, and his feet are not slippery mud, but dry wooden boards with good friction!

He was even pushed half a meter flat!

"The power is very fierce. He doesn't have anything like magic accessories on him. Does that mean it's all his own power?"

"Is this the real southern barbarian swordsmanship in this world?"

The opponent's strength is basically the same as my current one, or even slightly exceeds it.

But unlike the precision biological surgery coordinated by gene seeds, the other party seems to have had to increase its size for this power. In other words, in terms of body density and power, the other party cannot.

But this is shocking enough. In Arya's world, only the two talented Clegane brothers can compete with Lan, who has not yet transplanted the [Second Heart].

And even though the man in front of him wore armor, his figure was not as bloated as Gregor Clegane's 2.45-meter-long muscular man.

Is the Nanman swordsmanship in this world a long-term, minimally invasive biological training and transformation technique?

Mentos' real-time analysis came online, and in the upper right corner of Lan En's retina, a crude human model of the opponent began to be displayed in three dimensions.

Among them, Mentos specially marked the positions of several bones in red.

"Sir, your guess is correct. Some bones in his body have abnormal angles and have some extra bone grooves."

The changes to the body may seem small, but the effects are outstanding.

In Lan En's home world, the skeleton fossils of a human race that had been eliminated by nature tens of thousands of years ago were discovered.

Their leg bone structure differed from that of modern humans, with only a bone groove behind the calf bone.

But it is this subtle change that laymen cannot even detect that allows their race to basically reach the level of sprinting in the Olympics when they reach adulthood.

Outstanding individuals among the human race can even crush existing world records.

This is simply because of a bone groove in the lower leg bone.

The opponent's attack was very fast and violent. There were no rigorous and cautious moves like the Eastern swordsmanship. Instead, he was like a ferocious beast, smashing the super-sized sword in his hand like a hammer hitting a mole!

If the wooden bridge under his feet was not made of solid materials, hard and tough, Lan En would have to find a way to move the battlefield now.

But even so, the big sword left ferocious sword marks on the wooden bridge and scattered a lot of wood chips.

The dagger in the demon hunter's hand is like a toothpick in front of the sword. Every time it hits, the dagger can't help but fall back. This is due to the disadvantages of the shape and weight of the weapon.

The giant sword can exert force more smoothly, and its power when pressed down is stronger.

But every time he leaned back for a moment while striking the sword, the giant sword on the opposite side, which should have the advantage, would be bounced high into the air.

The strength performance is the same, but the technology is crushing!

Under the opponent's hammer-like attack, Lan En calmly looked at the opponent through the gap of sword light.

"The knife in your hand can't hurt my armor at all! Give up! Put down the knife!"

The other person didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, but kept insisting on abandoning the knife and urging them to return.

What was beyond his imagination was that Lan En was not discouraged after he slashed his armor with a machete and confirmed that he could not break through the defense.

Instead he tilted his head.

It seems that he has figured out the bottom of the battle, so he feels bored and has an absolute chance of winning.

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