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Joan was disappointed. Generally, people with normal three views would never stop a believer who is ready to gamble everything, just like the phrase 'is there any reason to stop a man from going to sea? '

However, not long ago, in front of her was an out-and-out psychopath, and it was absolutely impossible to expect him to back down.

Joan frowned secretly, must she reveal the identity of the judge?She didn't want to blow the whistle on these two people as soon as she came up.

"Please get out of the way." Joan of Arc said again, telling her in her heart that this was her last reminder.

"No, no, no."

The man still hasn't backed down, he puts his own desires ahead of other people's affairs.

"You can't stop me." Joan of Arc shook her head and decided to give up persuasion.

She clenched her hands in a fighting stance.He moved his footsteps slightly, like the movements that many masters would make when facing a challenger, and in an instant, a terrifying speed burst out from his petite body.Joan of Arc was as fast as a gust of wind, and immediately blew behind Weston, passing him directly.

So fast……

"With your physique as an ordinary modern person, it is far from enough to stop me." In less than a second, Joan of Arc appeared behind Weston who was seven meters away.

Saying this sentence calmly, coupled with a cyclone remaining in place, the invisible aura enveloped is too deadly.

but--

"Yeah, it's just modern people..." Weston held a corner of the school uniform and shook it in his hand.

The instant the two met, it was like half a samurai had decided the winner.

impossible!

Joan's pupils froze for a moment, and she immediately looked down at her school uniform, only to find a missing corner, but she didn't know when it was torn off.

Involuntarily, Jeanne widened her eyes.

Could it be...was the other party making a move just when she was moving?

She didn't notice it at all.

With the sub-healthy physique of modern people, the speed she moved just now may not even be able to keep up with basic dynamic vision.Even a magician's quality is no match for this body strengthened by the Holy Grail.

When all kinds of speculations flooded Joan's mind, and even said that "he is the anomalous point of the Holy Grail this time", Weston told the truth.

"Actually, this was accidentally torn apart when you were unconscious, Leticia."

"..." Joan's expression changed, her face flushed, and she was more ashamed of herself for not being aware of it.It turns out that there is nothing 'faster than her' at all, and she actually imagined so much.

but--

This is also a side effect, this magician is bold and careful, and even takes advantage of other people's psychology.

At this moment, Joan of Arc was already looking squarely at this 'out of tune magician'.

At least she admired the courage of the other party who pretended to be calm and turned against the customer. The little deterrence she made just now definitely represented the possibility of killing him in an instant.Faced with the threat of death, it is impossible for a normal magician to show such a calm expression, let alone try to deceive the enemy.

"Since you already know, you should also know that you can't stop me. I don't want to hurt you who are Laidicia's friends." Joan of Arc had a helpless tone.

Weston shook his head with his fingers, and shook his head: "Actually, the power point of your skills is a short-term burst, right? It is a kind of 'like high-speed movement' produced by concentrating energy and spirit at one point and attaching magic power to the feet." After all, it is a technique that is limited to the mind of the human brain and cannot control the functions of the whole body, so it is a second-best technique."

"A second choice?" Joan of Arc was puzzled.

The next moment, she understood immediately.

[Analysis of self-skeleton composition - fixation]

【Muscle Memory Selection Calculus-Model Composition Z-N】

【Magic power input】

【start up】

Almost instantly, Joan of Arc felt a sense of crisis and wanted to retreat directly.

But the moment Weston disappeared, it was already too late.

Joan of Arc reacted, and the distance opened was immediately caught up by a figure, dodging again, and immediately 'encountered' again

It lasted six times, but Joan still couldn't step out of the laboratory.

"Ha...ha..."

She stopped, and so did the figure.

Joan of Arc was surprised to see that her feet didn't hurt and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't believe that this was a body that a human being should have. A human body wouldn't be enough to support continuous explosions.She is only strengthened by the Holy Grail.

"This is the so-called retreat. As long as you fix the steps you want to move, and then execute them all at once, isn't it very simple? There is no need to use static braking, comprehend the nature of the world, and so on." Wei Wei Stone said lightly.

Joan of Arc can understand his words, if interpreted with modern knowledge, it is mechanization.

Design a fixed program (number of movements), and then start it through the human machine.

However, this is by no means a matter of retreating to the next best thing.

As far as human beings are concerned, the damage caused by an outbreak that exceeds the limit of the human body is simply not something that humans can bear. Because of this, human beings have the protection mechanism of "pain" to protect their bodies, right? ?

Besides, the fixed distance calculation is too rigid, unless the opponent's movements are predicted at every step.

However, none of these things appeared on the man in front of him.

His body was still intact, and maybe the magic could be used to explain why it worked.