Yuanshin: The Nine Systems of the Human Body, Unlimited Possibilities

"Come on sandbags!"

"Tied to the hands and feet, and tied to the back."

"Run with weight, practice sword with weight!"

After many people put it on, their faces collapsed.

What a lousy idea!

Which idiot proposed it!

After training in the morning, my whole body hurts like hell, I can't lift my hands, feet and legs at all, and the hands that hold the knife and fork to eat are shaking.

"Hurry up and tell the instructor, take it easy this afternoon!" A group of people passed by the man, complaining in unison.

"I can't take it anymore! We don't know if Jiang Yi is tired or not. Anyway, I think his hand holding the chopsticks is very steady."

"We need a break! We need a massage!"

The man also had pain in his hands and feet, with a frowning face: "How did I know that this is what it means to increase training? I thought it was just chopping a few more wooden stakes and practicing sword skills a few more times."

"How about! Let's postpone the duel for a while?" Someone suggested in a low voice, and many people's eyes lit up.

"Postponed if you said it would be postponed? Next time, we may not be able to gather so many people. Wouldn't it make the stranger look down upon the change of things that were finally agreed upon!"

"I will inform my family that after success, I will give everyone another meal of Northland smoked chicken."

In the afternoon, take it easy.

The trainers breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yi felt that the training intensity in the morning was just right.

It can squeeze the body's potential.

In the afternoon, it was too easy.

Thin as transparent wood, skimmed from under the blade.

Cut wood such as cut tofu.

Silky, smooth, without snags.

The instructor's request was finally met.

"Noelle, I'll take you to the car!"

At the end of the day's training, Noelle looked at the clean one-handed sword side and piled up sawdust on the two-handed sword side.

The soul of the maid urged her to clean up quickly.

Looking around, I feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Yi took three steps, and Noelle, who stayed three steps, walked around the corner and pushed her into the carriage.

Hand over Mo La and shout to the coachman, "The headquarters of the Zephyr Knights!"

"Let the horse run faster!"

Wave goodbye, pull down the curtain.

Back to the training ground where everyone dispersed, sniffing nose!

"It's delicious!"

"I always feel like someone is eating chicken!"

"Why don't you go to the deer hunter to order a few for today's dinner?"

Jiang Yi sat cross-legged on the wooden box and waited.

The street lights in Mond City were lit up, and the aroma of various meals came from the wind.

He swallowed involuntarily.

"Why haven't these appointments come yet? No, why don't you go to eat without telling me? Let me go?"

Jiang Yi frowned, and could only drink the tea provided to their trainers next to him to fill his stomach.

"Jiang Yi, you keep your word and you are worthy of being a future knight. It is really admirable."

"Our men are here! Are you ready?"

The man secretly wiped the oil from his mouth, and led a sparse group of people in through the side door, smelling like meat.

What the hell!Don't talk about Wude!

Jiang Yi looked at the trainers of two-handed swords who were sluggish before leaving and full of energy when they came back.

The other party obviously ate dinner, and the food they ate was not ordinary.

Angrily drank an extra sip of tea!

The breath of life is surging.

"Duel, the winner takes everything from the loser!"

"I don't ask you to put up much, but there is no bet at all, which does not meet the requirements of a duel!"

Jiang Yi took out a piece of paper.

"The sacred contract of Morax, signed by both parties to the duel, agreeing on the bet."

"The contract is complete, and those who break their promises will be punished by eating rocks!"

Chapter 66

The two-handed sword trainers did not expect Jiang Yi to come prepared.

A stranger who actually understands Morax's contract.

But the god of Liyue, can control the people of Mond?

An unsupervised contract is just a piece of waste paper.

With a sneer in his heart, a man stepped forward to discuss with Jiang Yi.

The two sides chatted for a long time.

Finally, contract agreement.

"The two sides are fighting, click to the end."

"You can bleed and break your bones, but you can't break your arms and use your hands and feet."

"Heart, crotch, temples... many deadly parts are not within the attack range."

"Do not kill people, do not use the power of holy relics."

"All injuries are borne by oneself, and the victor does not need to spend medical expenses."

"The defeated side, if it is a two-handed sword trainer, counts as a hundred people, it must compensate Jiang Yi for delaying the sword training course, a total of 1000 million moras or something of the same value, and order the eldest son of the noble to replace others regardless of whether he has raised funds. , pay the price within ten days.”

"If the defeated party is Jiang Yi, he will have to pay 100 million moras as a verbal compensation for insulting the nobles of Mond and the future knights for the 'Torch Qiuqiu'."

The number of duels between the two sides is not equal, and the compensation provided is naturally also not equal.

It seemed that Jiang Yi was at a disadvantage, but he didn't think he would lose.

The other side thought the same way. They had an internal quarrel over the amount of compensation, so they quickly agreed on the person responsible and asked the eldest son of the noble who initiated the duel to pay.

The eldest son of the nobleman didn't think he would lose, so he agreed immediately.

A new contract was negotiated internally, stipulating that those people have to participate in large compensation, those who have small compensation, and those who don't, and make up 1000 million together.

Jiang Yi looked at the draft of the contract in his hand, and found that he had overlooked one item, so he quickly wrote it down.

"Both sides can only use the whiteboard training sword and the whiteboard no-edge sword! The winner will be the one who stands last."

Write the text and spread out the paper.

Jiang Yi put a bunch of Morax on it, offering Morax, and asking for his testimony.

Mora first created for his flesh and blood, and later for his god-heart.

Naturally, there is a connection with this god.

"Press your fingerprints and write your name!"

Jiang Yi happily signed the contract in duplicate, with his name written in the common language of Tivat, and pressed the red handprint.

The two-handed sword trainers lined up one by one, signing two sheets of paper almost full.

The eldest son of the nobleman looked mockingly at Mo La, whom Jiang Yi enshrined.

"Contracts and contract violations are either enforced by the Zephyr Knights or hired a lawyer to argue. Do you really think you can ask the gods?"

Jiang Yi didn't care, put away his contract and wrapped Mo La.

Put it on your waist as a treasure.

When it fell into the bag, a Mora suddenly dissipated and disintegrated into a wave of divine power, covering the contract.

No one noticed.

"I'll give you time to set up a formation!" Taking out the Wufeng Sword, Jiang Yi became sharp.

"It's stupid and terrible courage!" The eldest son of the nobleman clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "It's unprecedented to be able to accept a fool who beats a hundred!"

"Didn't your instructor tell you? Even in the most disadvantaged situation, don't let yourself hit too many."

"Because such people usually don't live long!"

"Today, we will teach you a lesson, let you know not to meddle in your own business! Feel free to challenge Mond's default rules!"

"People of Monde, who doesn't know that there is something to shout about Noelle! You came here to destroy it!"

"With people like you, who will help others in the future? Everyone is so selfish, and Mond's atmosphere will be ruined by you!"

Jiang Yi was expressionless: "This is disgusting words, you finally said what was in your heart!"

"I will stab you 36 times. The sword will avoid the vital points. After the doctor checks, it means a slight injury!"

The eldest son of the aristocrat put on a smirk: "You can still cut me if you hit a hundred. Who gave you the courage?"

"Fight alone, none of us are your opponents?"