Chapter 3994: The King of Hundreds of Soldiers, the Outlaw Saint

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"It's so difficult. It seems like we have to be like Sister Sarah and carry it with us all the time to practice."

"But it's inconvenient to keep it with you all the time. Your sword is okay, but my stick is just..." Siluth frowned slightly.

"Swords are also difficult. Don't you think it's very eye-catching to carry a sword with you like Sister Sarah?" Aikolu said in a tactful tone, without saying anything about the weirdo.

"You want to take it with you and practice at any time?" I suddenly interrupted, startling the twins who were whispering.

"Yes...yes, dad, we like it so much and want to practice it quickly."

"But if a girl carries such a weapon with her, she will be regarded as a weirdo by others."

"Yeah." The twins nodded in agreement, and their father said what they didn't dare to say. After all, not everyone's shame level can be as high as that of Sister Sarah, who can ignore everyone's gaze and carry the words all day long. Sneaking around with a sword.

Sarah had just finished her morning exercise and had breakfast. She was sitting on the sofa, reading the local newspaper seriously and keeping abreast of the surrounding news. Sarah sneezed several times in succession.

After rubbing her nose, her expression became serious. She stared at the tofu news in the corner of the newspaper and muttered to herself.

"The manhole cover is missing? That's not possible. If someone accidentally falls in, they will definitely be injured."

After thinking about it, she grabbed the beloved sword that was always beside her, took out a cartoon hair rope from her pocket, and tied her long pink slightly curly hair behind her back, revealing her white neck. Her temperament changed from quiet and soft to sassy and neat.

In order to protect this world, the witch of justice works day and night. We will appear wherever we are needed.

Even if it’s a rare weekend, even if it’s a rare sunny day, we will never relax even a little bit. Witch Sarah will drive for justice today!

Just as he was about to go out, a middle-aged man's voice came from inside.

"Little Sarah, we just had breakfast, so we can't spend more time with our father. Where are we going so early in the morning?"

From the top of the stairs, Lar's pitiful big face popped out, his nose was half drooped, and his eyes were full of tears, as if he was a... uh, middle-aged uncle who already knew that he was going to be abandoned by his daughter.

"Well, let's go to a friend's house to play." Sarah ignored her father's pitiful look and replied.

"Friend? What kind of friend, male or female?" Lar's ears pricked up, and he immediately flashed down the stairs, blocking his way anxiously.

Sarah was already prepared for this: "It's the juniors I just met, a pair of twin girls."

As he said that, he waved the photo with the twins on his phone to Lar.

"Oh, they are such cute twins. You can tell they are good children at a glance. They match my Sarah very well. Go ahead and remember to come back early."

Lal's old face looked relieved, and he opened the door for his daughter diligently.

"Sarah, don't just play around, and don't miss out on your homework." Mother Lisa's instructions came from the kitchen.

"Okay, I get it." Sarah responded, quickly changed into her shoes for going out, and trotted out the door with crisp, thumping steps. In the blink of an eye, she was like a butterfly disappearing into the flowers.

Sorry, Mom and Dad, homework is important, but justice must not be absent!

"Lisa, you are too strict. It's a rare weekend, so let Sarah have some fun." Seeing his daughter leaving home like a wild husky, Lar said.

Perhaps it was precisely because Lisa was usually too strict and put too much pressure on little Sarah that she was unwilling to stay at home even on weekends to accompany my lonely father.

"I'm doing it for Sarah's own good, but I can't let Sarah be like you."

"My dear, I have opened a small construction company after all." Lal felt a little aggrieved.

"My dear Lal, my husband, I don't dislike you, you are the man I love most in the world, but are you really willing to let Sarah inherit your company and work on the construction site with hundreds of rough guys? Is it out in the wind and sun?"

Lal rejected it without thinking: "That won't work. My little Sarah is so weak and cute, how can she do such rough work!"

"That doesn't mean that Sarah must study hard, get into a good university, and find a more comfortable job."

In addition, Lisa had something in her mind but did not say it out of concern for her husband's face.

Are you sure Sarah is weak? I think you shouldn't have any pressure if she fights two.

"Perhaps, even if this is the case..." Lar was still struggling, trying to reduce the pressure on his baby daughter so that she could stay at home with him on weekends.

"Or it would be good to let Sarah marry a rich man and live a leisurely life like a rich wife."

"Sure enough, I still have to study hard! I also have to work hard to make money, and I must not let Sarah marry those bad men for a few stinky money." Lal clenched his fists, his eyes were bright, and he and his wife reached a consensus.

"Boss Lal, sister-in-law Lisa, good morning." Two stout men came outside, their heads almost hitting the door frame.

"Oh, it's you two, come in, just sit on the floor, it's still cool. Look at your physiques, but don't ruin my sofa anymore. Do you want a drink for free? Do you want something cold or something cold?" "

"Boss Lal, we want to come over and ask if we can still start work today?" The leading giant man touched his bald head and said with a naive smile. He sat down on the sofa next to Lal, his buttocks kept twisting intentionally or unintentionally, and he was mainly anti-customer. He arched Lal away.

"Open it, why don't you open it? Let's leave now. Lisa, Doug Goff and I are going out."

Lal, who originally wanted to spend a day touching and show some color to the bald head in front of him, was ignited with a raging flame of motivation. He buckled the helmet heavily on his head and led the two strong brothers out.

On the other side, in the basement training ground, I am very aware of the concerns of the twin princesses and have prepared countermeasures.

"So at this time, you need a substitute that can be carried with you without making people suspicious, and can also allow you to enter the training state at any time. Do you know what such a thing is?"

The twin princesses held their chins and thought, while Aikelu's mind became more imaginative, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have an answer.

"I know dad, it's an umbrella! It's like this on TV. It can be turned into various weapons. It seems to be called Tianji Umbrella or something. Guys holding such weapons are always very powerful and handsome."

"Uh... Indeed, it doesn't seem strange for a girl to carry an umbrella, whether it's rainy or sunny. Maybe this is another possibility, but for now, we don't have an umbrella that can be used as a weapon."

Ecolu's idea perfectly hit my blind spot. Although Bendru Yin is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, he really does not include umbrellas.

Moreover, the more changes there are, the more complex the structure is, the more parts there are, and the stability will be lower. A weapon that is neither reliable nor unstable can really only be used for showmanship. Ke Lu watches too much TV.

Based on my many years of combat experience, the simpler things are, the more reliable they are. Give me a wooden stick that never wears out, and I can kill through the whole hell. Those weapons with many changes can be used to torture food until they are okay, but when they encounter something slightly stronger, An enemy with one point will soon fall into the dilemma of defeating ten with one force.

So, my answer to the Twin Princesses, one of the results of rummaging through the boxes last night, is this.

"Badminton racket?" The twins looked at the answer in my hand and fell into a daze.

"Don't underestimate it. As long as you are willing, anything can be used as a weapon, and badminton rackets are especially suitable for newcomers."

Holding the badminton racket, he swung it horizontally and vertically a few times, and a strong wind blew in place.

"When you swing it horizontally, you can think of it as a warhammer. When you chop it vertically, you can think of it as a long axe." He clasped his index finger lightly and flicked the web, causing a tooth-crushing vibrating sound.

"Of course, if it is just an ordinary badminton racket, it would be an exaggeration to say that. After all, it is not very durable and will probably be scrapped after a few hits. So this pair in my hand is specially made. You can hold it and see for yourself."

Xilusi Aikelu took one racket each. As soon as he got it, his wrist suddenly sank, and he almost lost his grip and fell to the ground.

"It's so heavy." Gemini said in surprise.

"Most of today's badminton rackets are made of carbon material. They are lightweight, but not strong enough, and they don't hurt enough if they hit someone. The one you have in your hands is different. It should be made of a strong alloy that is heavier than gold. A The racket is heavier than a steel sword."

"Look at the network cables. Generally, rackets are made of high-elastic composite fibers, but what you have in your hands should be steel wire strands used in heavy industry. Even with an electric saw, it will be difficult to cut them in a short while."

"If you have a special hobby, the network cable actually uses a special threading method. As long as you untie two specific knots, you can pull out the entire network cable in one go and use it as a weapon."

"In addition, there are two buttons on the handle. You can give it a try."

The twin princesses, who were almost numb, quickly found two buttons and pressed the first one. The badminton racket made a sound and popped out, nearly doubling its length.

"One inch longer, one inch stronger." I nodded with satisfaction: "Try another one."

There was another "Hugh" sound, and this time the head of the racket popped out, and it flew away from the racket like a hidden weapon. With this speed and weight, if it hit someone, it would probably be seriously injured. It was worthy of being called a heavy hidden weapon.

Then, only the racket part is left, and the sharp end is exposed at the end. This is a veritable rapier.

The twin princesses were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

"How about it, it's pretty good. Each of you usually carries one on your back. No matter how others look at it, they will just think that you are a pair of twins who are inseparable and love badminton. There will be no strange misunderstandings."

"No, no, no, that's not the point, dad, is this a serious badminton racket? This is obviously the murder weapon. Who made it?"

I:"……"

Gemini: "..."

"Actually, it has another function, the function of sinking boats. I hope you won't use it unless you have to. Look at the end of your handle, press it down hard with your thumb, and then pull out the thin rod connected to the handle. Then Throw the smoking handle at the enemy, then immediately turn around and run as fast as you can while counting silently for three seconds. After three seconds, you will fly forward and lie down. Close your eyes and cover your ears. Remember, remember. .”

"So what kind of weapon is this handle?!" The twin princesses were shocked.

I:"……"

Gemini: "..."

If you don't ask, I won't tell. In this way, Alice can get a few years off her sentence.

Silence is golden, understand my little princesses.

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