anovelconsole Chapter 1612 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 4] I, Fufu, have come this far by relying on my brain
Chapter 1612 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 4] I, Fufu, have come this far by relying on my brain
Chapter 1612 [Fufu's Bizarre Adventure 4] I, Fufu, have come this far by relying on my brain
"Old rules! Best of three"
The young man who looked like an iron barrel took a big step forward and shook his full chest muscles as if to show off. He was about to say something else when he saw Fu Fu throwing something at him.
He subconsciously reached out to catch the thing, and when he opened his palm, he saw that it was the cucumber stem that Fufu had chewed.
In that moment of daze, what she wanted to say was naturally interrupted, and Fu Fu took this opportunity to stand up from the "throne".
She took a few steps forward without showing any weakness, raised her head, and pointed with her nose at the barrel-shaped young man who was probably three times heavier than her, "Old rules? What old rules? Whose old rules?
Could it be another of those three playful tricks you muscle-heads love, namely, 'arm wrestling', 'wrestling' and 'boxing'?
Hahahaha, this is really fucking hilarious! "
The archery students behind her also laughed in unison.
Gale, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but frown, "Who did you learn these messed up habits from?"
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The three members of the Gordon family, including the student who had explained the situation to them earlier, couldn't help but look at her together.
I have never met such an ignorant person.
Faced with the ridicule of the shooter students, the strength-type students who had been exercising their muscles all day and had straightened their brains naturally couldn't stand it and started shouting and cursing, and the two sides were about to turn into a war of words.
Of course, more than 20 people could not scold as many as 40 or 50 people. The young man who led the group had veins throbbing on his forehead. Just as he was about to say something, Fu Fu seized the opportunity to interrupt him.
"We are hunters, not porters who just work hard, nor are we hooligans who only know how to wrestle and box!
I really don’t know what you are thinking. You play these things all day long, and then you plan to box with monsters in the future?
You don't really think that just because you're named 'Brave Iron Fist', you can be like that brave man and defeat a unicorn with your bare hands, right?"
The students who were watching nodded one after another, thinking that what Fu Fu said made sense, while the muscular students sitting opposite her choked collectively.
They are generally not good at speaking and can swear, but when it comes to debating and reasoning, that is definitely not what they are good at.
On the sidelines, Muti looked at his father with admiration, while Gordon was full of question marks.
What is it that can knock down a unicorn with bare hands? Is he crazy enough to box with a unicorn?
Although I did defeat the Blue Bear Beast with my bare hands, and oh yeah, I think there was also a Kappa Frog, but how could a human fight a large flying dragon with his bare hands? !
"Ahhhh!!!"
The iron-clad young man realized that if he continued like this, he and his people would lose face, so he interrupted the verbal battle between the two sides with a roar, "Stop talking about those useless things, you tell me what to compete, and we'll get on with it!"
It's really easy to deal with.
Fu Fu chuckled, crossed her arms, and said loudly: "As hunters, we must fight with real swords and guns!"
"What are you talking about, you pig?" A shout came from the sidelines.
Only then did Fu Fu notice that her instructor mother was glaring at her not far away.
He quickly changed the subject and said, "Well, I mean to simulate actual combat. Isn't there a mechanical beast imitating the Daimyo Shield Crab in the seventh training ground? Let's use that to decide the winner!"
This answer made Gale look better.
The muscular students, led by the iron-barreled young man, looked at each other and said they had no objection.
If the other party suggested a shooting competition or something, they would definitely not agree, but when it comes to actual combat capabilities, who is the heavy weapon swordsman afraid of?
So a group of people and the onlookers went to the training ground where the mechanical beasts were set up.
The mechanical beast is one of the most important training facilities in the training camp. Trainees cannot use it whenever they want. They need to apply to the instructors.
Fortunately, Gail, the chief instructor, was present. She did not spoil the fun and waved her hand, agreeing to the students' request.
Instructor Elu, who was in charge of operating the mechanical beast, rubbed his paws, climbed onto the mechanical beast, and got into the driver's seat. Before starting, he poked his head out to remind him, "Only senior students are allowed to fight against mechanical beasts, meow. This is a hard rule, meow. Don't forget it, meow!"
Fu Fu's face was filled with pretended regret. She shook her head heavily and said, "In this case, I have to find someone else to replace me. Bradley, you can do it!"
A tall and thin young man nodded and walked out from the crowd behind her. The representative of the muscular student camp was naturally their leader, the iron barrel young man.
The iron-clad young man had no objection to changing opponents.
He had no intention of competing with Fu Fu. He was a senior student who was about to graduate and become a formal hunter, while the other party was a half-grown child who had just turned fourteen and had not yet reached the school entry age.
It doesn't look good whether you win or lose.
On the contrary, Brandley is his old rival.
The iron-clad young man stared at his opponent, clenched his fist bones with a grin, and raised his fingers in a provocative gesture. The opponent sneered and ignored his provocation.
The student who had explained to Gordon and the others before whispered, "Senior Bradley was the original leader of Supernova. He gave up his position after Boss Fufu came. He is a rival of the one from Brave Iron Fist."
"Give up your seat voluntarily?" Hayata couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, on the night that Boss Fufu arrived at the training camp, Senior Bradley took people to contact her. After all, she is the daughter of Instructor Gale, which means that she is also the daughter of the 'supernova'!"
Gordon understood.
From the group name of this group of shooter trainees, it can be seen that they should all be admirers of Anshil. After all, that guy is the number one shooter currently in service.
As the daughter of an idol, it's not surprising that Fufu was approached, but it's not necessary to let her be the leader right away, right?!
Gale said expressionlessly: "Fufu took out the notebook that her father left for her to record the shooting skills, and the group of people immediately praised her.
Then Fu Fu promised Bradley that she would get him some supernova crossbow shells after he graduated, and Bradley volunteered to become her bodyguard.
As for how she became the leader later, I don’t know the details, but after she had been with that group for a while, Bradley voluntarily gave up her position.”
Gordon tutted, not surprised.
With these as a foundation, and the fact that Fu Fu is good at winning people over, it is normal for her to become the boss in a short period of time.
"But where is she going to get the supernova? It's very dangerous. Ansel won't let her do whatever she wants, right?" Hayata's focus was slightly different.
Gale covered his face, "She has the formula for Supernova, and she has successfully blended it herself before."
"Let's not talk about where the materials like fire dragon marrow come from. The blending of dragon-killing carbon is very complicated, right? Many steps involve alchemy. Why would she blend that stuff?"
Facing Hayata's questioning, Gail looked away awkwardly, "Well, well, the formula was given to her by me two years ago.
Then she obtained the materials from her aunt's channel, and found a great alchemist as a tutor, and studied for quite a long time."
"So why did you give her the formula? She was only twelve!"
"Oh, I thought at the time that the alchemist would have to demonstrate when teaching her, and it would be good to get a few free supernovas, but who knew she would actually learn it."
Hayata fell silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.
At the same time, a dispute seemed to have occurred on the other side.
No matter how realistic a simulated combat is, it is not a real combat after all. There must always be a rule to determine the winner.
"Let's compete in destroying parts. Calculate the time it takes to destroy a crab claw. The one who takes the shortest time wins!" suggested the iron-barreled young man.
Bradley sneered, "How dare you bring up such a rule? The training hammer you use is not much worse than a real hunter's weapon.
How can the training crossbow bullets used by our archers compare? Get me a standard armor-piercing grenade of the same size, and I will compare it with you!"
"Then how do you compare?"
"Compare the number of effective strike points within a limited time!"
"Bullshit! You want me to use a sledgehammer to compete with your heavy crossbow in attack speed?!"
Fu Fu stood up again.
She stared at the young man and asked, "How much do you think the attack frequency of the heavy crossbow exceeds that of your sledgehammer?"
"Double? Three times?" The iron-clad young man said casually, while not forgetting to defend the dignity of heavy weapons, "Of course! The power of the sledgehammer is more than ten times that of those light crossbow bullets!"
"Alright then! I'll give you more, five times! We'll compare the number of RBIs within a limited time. If Bradley's RBIs are more than five times as many as yours, we win. If they are less than five times, you win. Is there nothing to say about this?"
The young man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he readily agreed, "Okay! Five times what you said, don't deny it if you lose!"
Contrary to many people's stereotypes, the sledgehammer's attack frequency is actually not slow, and it can even be said to be one of the fastest among heavy weapons.
He had said before that three times was already an exaggeration, but he didn't expect the other party to directly ask for five times.
How can we lose?
The muscular students were full of confidence, while the archer students were nervous, but the boss had already set the rules, so they could only grit their teeth and accept them.
Gordon and the others also looked at each other in confusion.
But unlike the trainees, none of these experienced and genuine hunters, including the instructors who were watching, were optimistic about the iron-bucket young man.
Statements like the attack frequency of a certain weapon is several times that of another weapon are all false in actual combat.
How can it be compared like this?!
Of course, Fu Fu had no actual combat experience, but she remembered that her father had told her that in actual combat, his attack hits were more than ten times that of Gordon.
Of course, Bradley can't compare with his father, but the iron bucket opposite is even less likely to be compared with Uncle Gordon.
Thinking of this, a hint of cunning flashed across Fu Fu's face.
"Since this is a real fight, there is naturally no such thing as best of three games. Let's decide the winner in one game!"
So that you don't regret it after you realize it's wrong.
(End of this chapter)