Although the demon hunters in the Evil-Breaking Alliance have a bad impression of him, and although the humans in this world are extremely ignorant in his eyes, Turing never easily regards these people as ignorant and stupid natives because of these factors. That is arrogant.

And many of his enemies died of arrogance, he knew very well, which was one of the reasons why he could ignore these people's extremely rude attitudes to him.

He even is willing to respect these people who survive in troubled times and fight for some ideal. Just being too humble will only make things complicated and troublesome, and he does not have the time to slowly prove his abilities. Then what he needs to do next is very simple-

Whether it is qualified or not, let’s see the truth behind your hands.

The unknown newcomer was about to "duel" with a long-clothed hunter soon spread, and all the witch hunters were curious about it and wanted to see the situation on the scene as soon as possible.

Although ordinary witch hunters have a very poor attitude towards Turing, it is precisely because of the racial factors that have led to the extreme xenophobia in the unity of these witch hunters. Few of them are fighting to solve the problem, because the hunters are not drunks who make trouble in the tavern.

So this incident became even more eye-catching in their eyes. They wanted to see how this arrogant newcomer fell under the fist of the long-clothed hunter.

The duel was in a material warehouse. It was originally set up in an empty stable because it was open enough, but it was almost dusk and the stable was outdoors, which would cause unnecessary trouble.

The witch hunters with different costumes surrounded the messy warehouse and arched a circle in the middle. At this moment, Turing and the long-clothed hunter who was inseparable from Jules were already standing at both ends of the diameter.

Turing was still wearing a coarse cloth top and trousers that he had touched from the jungle cottage, and a coarse cloth jacket on the outside. If it weren't for the good appearance of his head, he looked more like a groom, and the audience at this moment called him that.

The long-clothed hunter standing opposite him was completely different. The blood-blocking shawl, the hunter's triangle hat, the black long-clothed shirt with silver patterns, the mid-tube cowhide boots, the leather belt full of weapons and potions, and the different arm-protective Lun silver hunting tools in his hands... These exquisite equipment in this era were destined to be only a powerful witch hunter, and it was enough to form a strong contrast with the current Turing.

"My name is Bavel Borg Vieri. My father Borg Vieri was a great witch hunter and a great boxer, and I inherited his crown, his talent, his badge."

The long-clothed witch hunter who was fighting against Turing opened the arm guard and threw down the hunting tool with two short, thick and horn-to-cornered hunting tools, and threw all the leather belts and other weapons and potions aside, and took off the leather gloves to reveal his Lun rune:

"I was locked up with Jules in the bloody casino of the Torredo clan, and we fought wild wolves and zombies in cages, and even ghouls raised by the Gangro clan, without any weapons, and I'm proficient in this. So you shouldn't choose to duel with me."

Turing's expression didn't change much: "Can we start?"

Bavel frowned: "Before you start, even if you are impulsive, this shouldn't be a meaningless battle. We prohibit the use of all weapons, but the Rune of Lun is not outside of this, because killing the blood clan requires a lot of experience, and this Rune of Lun is included. I won't use my hunting tools, but you can, it's fairer."

He took off his triangle hat, but saw Turing throwing the hunting tool in his hand aside, and immediately shook his head:

"You will regret it."

Turing also shook his head, his body slightly lowered, and he put on a strange posture.

Jules, who was in front of the crowd, immediately raised his eyebrows.

"If you can really beat me, I can even give you my honor." Bavel obviously didn't care and put on a stance.

"Bavel seems to appreciate the courage of this young man..." Jules looked at Quinn, who was cold next to him, "Don't you want to express your opinion?"

"I hope he wins, and although I don't think he will succeed. His physical strength is strong enough to tear apart the ghoul and the thirsty blood, the gap between experience is not so simple to make up."

"In fact, I have a similar idea to you. But I'm sure the gray fox will surprise us." Jules glanced at Reed, the vice president of Whitebeard, who was dismissive to the right, and announced loudly to the audience, "Guys!"

The crowd's attention was attracted by him.

"You can start."

A witch hunter held a pipe for Jules. With the rumbling noise, Bavel rushed out like a ferocious beast, without showing any slight relief from his pretty good attitude just now. The strong muscle lines supported his shoulders and arms high, and pulled fierce boxing toward Turing.

Amid the cheers around, Turing dodged at high speed, and a rapid fist wind whistled across his ears, dodging all the continuous attacks, and jumped backward to avoid the opponent's last move, and stopped step by step.

"Brunette boy! Do you just hide?!"

The shouting from the crowd made Turing feel like he was returning to the Colosseum. He twisted his neck and made a crisp crackling sound, avoiding Bavel's attack and a series of airtight attacks again.

[Front left, virtual coordinates 223.556.109]

[Lower right, virtual coordinates 679.234.24]

In the calculation of sensory eyepieces, each move of the opponent was understood and deduced by Turing. Faced with Bavel's next stumble and swing, Turing finally stopped dodging and two "bang bang" cracking collisions caught the opponent's attack.

【The Tektronix with an extraordinary strength is greater than that of the carbon-based destroyer.】

As the data was collected, the situation changed subtly.

The storm boxing was blocked with extreme precision, and the bang of fists continued to explode in the air. Some witch hunters' dissatisfaction began to echo in the air.

Whether it is a frontal attack, side attack, feint attack and change moves, all attacks from the upper body are accurately blocked by the Turing, and even counterattacks begin.

He became familiar with my fighting style within half a minute...

Bavel's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly leaned over and swept Turing down the plate, but saw a knee hitting him in front of him-

Been seen through!?

Bang!

He crossed his palms and grabbed the fierce knees. He stepped back several steps and shook his numb hands:

"sharp……"

Before he finished speaking, he saw his black-haired opponent stepping on the ground. The next second, a dark yellow color magnified quickly in front of him-

So fast!

Bang!

The air was disordered in an instant, and Bavel's arm, which was barely attached to the skull, was hit hard. The fierce force penetrated his wrist and rushed straight to the front door behind. He took several steps back before he could barely stop.

It was a dark yellow coarse coat shoulder top.

When the arm was lowered from the face, a distinct red stain appeared on Bavel's tough cheekbones. But a more fierce attack had already attacked, and a piece of thatch originally laid on the ground flew up-

The sharp shadow swept away the splashing dust and grass slags and slashed straight down the plate. Bavel turned back and flipped back, but Turing, who was flat on the ground, slapped the ground. The legs that had just swept across the thatched ground were surrounded like a windmill, like a propeller flying on the ground, or a long tail suddenly swung out around, and whipped it on the side of Bavel's waist that had just finished flip!

The latter groaned and flew to the side at an extremely fast speed. Just in his dazzling sight, he saw a flash of gray shadows in front of him. Turing suddenly burst out with a ghostly speed and knocked his knees hard on his abdomen.

The moment he flew backwards at a faster speed, one palm pinched his shoulders, and the strong force of pulling and pushing almost moved his internal organs, but the palm that held his shoulders was naturally not just a simple task to create a collision between two forces, but a grasp.

Then everyone saw Bavel's strong body being led across ten meters to hit the ground in the blink of an eye!

The speed and power of this instant burst also allowed everyone to see the Lun rune highlighted by Turing's back. The acceleration and huge force of ten meters were pressed to the ground, and Bavel's spine would be instantly disabled!

In this moment, the Rune Rune on the back of Bavel's hand suddenly shone brightly, and his whole body suddenly rose up in a strange posture, while Turing pressed the palm of his claws on the ground and made a loud bang to smash into a huge crack and sunken.

Amidst the flying grass clippings, Bavel refused to advance and retreated to Turing, whose hands were still on the ground, launched a counterattack fist, but it hit the ground and broke into the ground with a piece of grass.

Because he realized that he had opened the Rune of Lun, Turing had already curled up, and his arched back was like some kind of ferocious beast ready to go. The next moment, another blow hit Bavel like a shell and hit Bawell's shoulder back, which had not yet been retracted.

Bang!!!

The dust visible to the naked eye exploded in the air, and Bavel flew hard toward the rear!

There was an uproar on all sides, and Jules widened his eyes and took off the pipe in his hand.

"What a weird fighting technique!"

"It's a bit like a werewolf... but it's not like that at all." Quinn stared at Turing's movements with all his concentration, pulling his wrist out from the hilt of his waist and falling down.

"It's very similar to a beast, but not so bloody," Jules commented seriously. "And his body strengthens... it's also very unusual. It's faster than the experienced long-clothed hunters and those bloody servants."

For some reason, he felt that the gray fox at this moment was like a ghoul and a zombie raised by the Gangro clan. His movements were like a ferocious beast, but he was not as wild as a beast.

"What kind of fighting technique is this? I've never seen such a fighting style..." Bavel climbed up from the ground, his expression gradually became solemn and more focused.

"Blaze's Gladiator's Tips."

"What?" Bavelle was puzzled.

"The name of fighting technique." Turing shook his wrist and looked at the Lun rune that was highlighted by the back of the opponent's hand.

Turing has never trained his combat skills for a long time, because in real-world duels, technology and force are always the supreme, even in close combat, except for days in the Super Colosseum.

When he was [Blaze of Fraud], Turing used the monster's body to hone his own combat skills, and recompile and apply them after returning to the real world. In the real world, the Trinity he developed is more like a monster than a human-shaped armor, because it is more in line with the hand-to-hand combat skills he used that combines technology.

Although he is using his own body now, it does not prevent him from fighting like a monster, even if these actions are extremely strange in the eyes of ordinary people. The actions just now are the "sweeping tail" and "monster iron mountain support" he often used when he was Blaze.

The power of Turing's body is only stronger than that of Tektronix. Without the blessing of technologies such as phantom limbs, Turing could only use the Lun rune to increase the body speed for his "reverse entropy" and choose to fight steadily to deal with the opponent in front of him. First observe, then test, then counterattack, and then enter the test.

What surprised him was that with a slight "reverse entropy", although his power at this moment was not as strong as a carbon-based destroyer, his movement speed was more than twice that of the previous one. Bavel in front of him could still see his movements clearly and give an effective counterattack, even if the speed was not as fast as him. While this surprised him, he was also more confident that he had always been steady and steady.

Noting Turing's gaze, Bavel grinned, because his face hurts and his body feels inexplicably weak: "I won't relax next."

Not only because of the failure just now, but more because he found that the Lun rune on the back of Turing's hand had already lit up, which means that everything just now was just an appetizer.

"His runes are really just physical strengthening?" Jules looked at Quinn on the side.

"Yes, but..." Quinn showed a hint of hesitation, "I think his ability is more than that."

"I don't know why, but I always feel that Bavel is going to lose." Jules blew out a mouthful of gray smoke and watched the two people in the venue colliding again.

But this time, Turing was knocked back twice.

Um?

Just as the two collided, he felt the force of the attack on the other party disappear.

This feeling has been felt since he pressed Bavel just now, but it was not obvious. At this moment, the force that deflected his force was even more prominent. According to the calculations of the secondary brain compiler, after the two-tongue punch, Bavel should have had a 0.1 second jerk, and then according to his habits, he would choose to open the distance or grapple, but now...

A fist magnified at high speed in Turing's sight. The moment he dodged sideways, he bit his fist and was blocked by the opponent's arm. But Bavel turned around like a loach like a loach, blocking Turing's elbow and sweeping legs on the side, and snatched his waist and knocked his upper body down to the back!

Bang!

He supported his hands on the ground and swung a large piece of grass chips. Turing's body was spinning sideways, and his legs hanging high in the air hanged Bavel's neck. He exerted force and threw it out in an upside-down position. But the latter suddenly changed direction and fell back to the ground in the air, and a cannon fist hit Turing's lower abdomen!

"good!!"

"Bow him!"

The onlookers naturally did not want to see the sophisticated hunter in long-clothed clothes being beaten down by a new foreign boy, so few people cheered for Turing's advantages.
To be continued...