Chapter 183 Three Duels

The red-haired warrior said he wanted to duel at the dining table, not to smooth things over, but really wanted to duel.

In the first round, we'll see who eats the most.

Fu Qinghai blinked his eyes, his Adam's apple moving up and down, trying hard to swallow the gelatinous flesh accumulated in his throat. He could clearly feel that these gelatinous flesh had come alive, with tiny sharp appendages growing inside, tickling Fu Qinghai's esophagus. He could clearly feel maggot-like objects crawling around, causing him to feel numb and itchy.

The medium-rare ant beef steak came alive as expected.

Fu Qinghai couldn't bear it any longer, so he took a big gulp of honey wine from the wine glass. The neurotoxin temporarily stopped the activation of the ant beef. He raised one hand and surrendered:

"I can't eat any more."

"Shh…"

There was a sound of booing all around, and a group of burly little giants surrounded Fu Qinghai and the red-haired warrior on both sides, watching this Fenris-style duel.

The red-haired warrior's face flushed red, and he pounded his chest with one hand. It took him a long time to finally swallow the food. He took two breaths, and with a big belly, he pointed at Fu Qinghai and laughed:

"Come on, next round!"

In the second round, we'll see who drinks more.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai slammed the empty wine glass on the table, shook his head, and tried hard to raise his eyes to look at the red-haired warrior across the table.

He was feeling bad too. The braids on his temples and chin were all loose. He was shaking his head hard, trying to sober himself up, like a drunk red poodle.

Haha, he's almost dying.

Fu Qinghai raised his finger with trembling hands, pointed at the red-haired warrior across the table, grinned, and wanted to say something sarcastic, but his tongue was so swollen and numb that he couldn't straighten it out, and he could only let out a silly laugh.

Fu Qinghai felt dizzy and thought to himself that if he went to take a urine test, there might not be a drop of urine in his bladder. If he took a blood test, the blood vessels might be filled with poisonous honey wine.

The Space Wolves watching on both sides held their breath and watched the two men carefully to see who would collapse first.

Fu Qinghai's fingers on the table trembled slightly.

"Bang!"

Another glass of foamy mead was pushed in front of him.

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his glass and gestured to the red-haired warrior:

"With you...with you, we will perish together, forever and ever..."

Fu Qinghai's tongue was tied, his eyes were bleary, and he was mumbling to himself. Before he finished reciting the stuttering poem, the red-haired warrior raised his glass directly:

"Cheers!"

The two of them almost tilted their heads back at the same time and gulped down the mead.

The Space Wolves on both sides all gathered together, staring at the wine glasses of Fu Qinghai and the red-haired warrior with wide eyes, the liquid level in them was dropping rapidly.

A trace of foam and golden wine overflowed from the corner of Fu Qinghai's mouth, wetting his collar.

"Boom!"

Fu Qinghai, who finished drinking first, put down his empty glass again.

"Hiccup~~~"

Then there was a loud and soul-stirring burp.

Fu Qinghai felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if a poison blade tank was pressing down on them. He struggled to open his eyelids and looked across the dining table.

The scene in his field of vision was full of human figures swaying left and right. He could clearly see the remnants of flesh on the gray and white curly beard of the middle-aged soldier, and the raised scar on the face of the Mohawk warrior, but his sight could not focus. The whole world was shaking, and the warship seemed to be drifting among the raging waves of the abyss sea. The scenery in front of him cast overlapping afterimages.

"Plop!"

Fu Qinghai fell down from his seat.

He only felt a "bang" sound beside his ear, and one of his cheeks came into close contact with the cold floor. The image in his eyes turned into a thick table leg.

"Boom!"

At this time, the red-haired warrior on the opposite side just finished the wine in the glass and put the glass down.

Then, with a "thump", the red-haired warrior fell forward in a daze, and his head hit the table heavily, causing the plates on the table to clang. His face was covered by his messy red hair.

In the end, Fu Qinghai only remembered that he was grabbed by the arms and dragged away by a group of Space Wolves.

According to other people's recollections later, Fu Qinghai was particularly unconvinced at the time.

When he was dragged out of the banquet hall by three or four Space Wolves holding their arms, his limbs were still kicking and struggling, shouting incoherent words such as "Put me down", "I can still drink", "He cheated", "I didn't lose", "I want to fight him one-on-one"...

…

The third round will see who can fight better.

Finally, the two of them rested for a whole night in their own cabins, recharged their batteries, and recovered before the most important round of competition.

In the first two rounds, Fu Qinghai was defeated.

Fu Qinghai had many complaints about the result, but there was nothing he could do. The athletes and the referees were on the other side's side, so what could he do?

Fu Qinghai was recuperating in his personal cabin, sitting cross-legged on the ground, regulating his breathing and meditating, adjusting his body to the best condition, preparing to give Rus's wolf cubs a tough blow.

Meditation is an essential ritual for the White Scars. Not every Khan can compose poetry, but every Khan can meditate. Ever since completing the awakening of the Force through old man Huxian, meditation has become Fu Qinghai's special skill and means of practice, not just a traditional Chogris ritual.

"Tap, tap, tap."

There was a knock on the cabin door.

Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes, his breath contracted and released, and his eyes flashed like lightning.

He stood up and opened the hatch. Outside the door stood a mortal servant and three strong mechanical slaves.

The mortal servant pointed at the heavy armor plate in the hands of the mechanical servant and said to Fu Qinghai:

"Sir, the Iron Priest has built the ceramic-steel-plastic-steel composite armor shell according to your requirements. Please inspect it."

Fu Qinghai took the composite armor plate handed over by the servitor and said:

"Give Nagriff Blackmane my thanks."

The Iron Priest is the technical sergeant of the Space Wolves. Legions that pay more attention to traditional culture, such as the Space Wolves and the White Scars, will give their own arms and ranks some distinctive names. For example, the technical sergeant of the White Scars is also called the "Iron Khan".

The Blue Shell Power Armor looks tattered, but in fact it is the outer shell that is damaged. The outer shell armor is a consumable, and the internal precision machinery and complex circuits are made of living metal. As long as the power backpack is not completely damaged and shut down, it can be automatically repaired. Fu Qinghai only needs to fit the outer shell back on.

Fu Qinghai put a large pile of composite armor plates into his makeshift weapons room, turned around and said,

"Come on, take me to the training cage."

"No."

A familiar voice came from outside the cabin.

The red-haired warrior, wearing a full set of power armor, walked over and said:

"Bring your own weapons, Qingshan. We don't need to practice weapons. We're going to fight with real swords and guns."

Fu Qinghai was stunned:

"Are you sure?"

The red-haired warrior smiled proudly,

"I am sure that this is the tradition of the Space Wolves. Don't worry, I will be very careful when I attack."

Fu Qinghai picked up his Blue Fang Chainsaw Sword and thought:

That's not what I want you to confirm.

…

"Swish, swish, swish…clang!"

The two chainsaw swords clashed together.

Sparks flew, noises were deafening, the saw teeth meshed with each other, the hooked teeth were tightly hooked together, and for a moment, they could not move.

The two men's muscles bulged, their eyes widened in anger, and they both pressed down with force.

"Crack", a tiny crack appeared on the chainsaw sword in the red-haired warrior's hand.

Fu Qinghai decided to speed up the process. He slid his thumb and started the high-frequency vibration mode.

The blade of the Blue Fang sword shook slightly, and then "crack!" the chainsaw sword in the red-haired warrior's hand broke into two pieces.

Before he could recover from his shock, the tip of Fu Qinghai's sword was already against his throat.

"You...your sword..."

The red-haired warrior looked shocked.

"You were the one who asked me to get my own weapon."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

The implication is: You asked for it.

After saying this, he retracted the chainsaw sword in his hand, turned off the sawtooth strips and vibration mode, and said,

"This round doesn't count. Let's switch to training weapons and have a fair fight."

The red-haired warrior looked at Fu Qinghai deeply and said:

"I remember that your shoulder armor had a skull surrounded by gears painted on it. That's the symbol of Mars... You also serve as a technical sergeant, right, Captain Qingshan?"

Fu Qinghai nodded: "Yes."

"Something."

The red-haired warrior smiled:

"Then change to training weapons."

…

Among the eighteen Space Marine Legions, the Space Wolves are undoubtedly the most adept at close combat, and are even a bit overly dependent on melee combat. They have nicknames such as "The Emperor's Executioners" and "Punishment Legion".

As the most famous legion in the "Three-Leaf Clover" Legion, it not only destroyed the Thousand Sons Legion and Prospero, but some people even suspected that the two disappeared nameless legions were also related to the Space Wolves.

(Clover Legion: The creation process of most Space Marine Legions in a founding army is public. For example, the predecessor of the White Scars was called "Star Hunters" and the predecessor of the Iron Hands was called "Storm Walkers". However, the creation process of three legions was deliberately concealed by the Emperor. The origins of the legions are unknown. They are Alpha, Space Wolves, and Salamanders. It is said that their positions are respectively: spies, military police and black technology.)

The gene seed of the Space Wolves certainly has some defects, but it also gives them more powerful animal abilities, including super-sensitive hearing and smell, and unparalleled ferocity in battle.

The red-haired warrior and Fu Qinghai, each holding a long sword, paced slowly around each other in the training cage.

"You know what, Qingshan."

The red-haired warrior suddenly spoke.

"Some legions are designed for management, such as the Ultramarines. Some legions are designed for construction, such as the Imperial Fists. Some legions are designed for research and development, such as the Iron Hands and Salamanders... But only we, the Space Wolves, are designed for killing, pure killing."

The red-haired warrior stared at Fu Qinghai's eyes, took slow and steady steps, and introduced every word with pride in his tone.

Fu Qinghai felt that he was being stared at by a pair of hungry and bloodthirsty wolf eyes, but he did not panic at all. He casually swung a sword flower, and his steps suddenly changed, becoming chaotic and complicated. He stabbed with the tip of the sword and killed the red-haired warrior directly.

"bite!"

The two swords collided and their shoulders were pressed tightly together.

The red-haired warrior and Fu Qinghai were almost face to face. He glared at Fu Qinghai and roared,

"So, White Scar, tell me, what are you designed to do!"

Fu Qinghai headbutted the red-haired warrior fiercely, but the cunning old wolf who had anticipated this dodged by leaning back.

"Shh——"

Sparks flew everywhere and the two separated.

Fu Qinghai said:

"You'll soon find out."

After saying that, he pounced on him again.

…

The Space Wolves are worthy of being called Space Vikings. They fight without regard for their lives and are all berserkers. However, they are different from the stubborn and single-minded World Eaters. Their barbaric appearance hides cunning and evil schemes.

But who is Fu Qinghai (tactical retreat)?

First of all, he was a little fighting prodigy who had defeated all opponents on the Dagger frigate before his debut. Putting aside the battles between the Reincarnators, his first kill after his debut was a single kill of an enchanted warrior, a company commander, and a Chaos Dreadnought Hellbeast of the Word Bearers.

Although I used a little trick, just a little bit.

Secondly, on the cruiser Sothalan, Fu Qinghai accepted the challenges from the three Extreme Warriors and was not at all inferior.

Finally, Fu Qinghai is still the last disciple of old man Hu Xian. He is well versed in Street Fighter, Tekken, Virtua Fighter... and all kinds of fighting techniques from various schools in the arcade fighting universe.

The original reason why Ogedei sent Fu Qinghai to the Sosarlan was just one and the same - Fu Qinghai was very good at close combat.

It was perfectly normal for the two legions to meet and exchange martial arts, but what Ogedei had expected, that Fu Qinghai was provoked and challenged by the Extreme Warriors, did not happen. Everyone was just exchanging and learning from each other normally.

The Ultramarines were polite and well-educated, but in the case of the rough and unruly Space Wolves, the expected provocation actually happened.

There is no point in verbal disputes; the small grudge between the two legions will eventually end up in a duel.

Fu Qinghai defeated the red-haired warrior for the third time, using two different weapons and the last time with his bare hands.

Fu Qinghai ignored the red-haired warrior lying on the floor gasping for breath and turned to look outside the training cage:

"Next."

Next!?

The Space Wolves watching outside the training cage were immediately enraged when they heard this.

Like a group of unbridled huskies, they scrambled to squeeze into the training cage.

The second one was thrown away by Fu Qinghai.

The third one was knocked down by Fu Qinghai.

The fourth one was kicked over by Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai felt more and more comfortable as he fought. The battle experiences from previous reincarnations had left some traces in his body. He felt that his combat skills were becoming more refined, and his combat awareness was becoming more mature.

"Stop it!"

Facing the seventh Space Wolves Marine who walked in, Fu Qinghai decisively clasped his fists and called a halt.

After saying that, without even responding to the other person's expression, he turned around and walked out of the training cage.

"I'm tired. I'll continue tomorrow."

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　Thanks to Dongci Dacidong, ? Du? ? A? ? Wang? ? ? , Liuxing Tailei, book friend 2021*4288, Xuanjie, Xiji, all the names I thought of are occupied, Masque, Lazy Demon, nickname word limit 123, and rewards from several book friends.

　　The first meeting between the Emperor and Leman Russ, the Emperor lost to Russ in both eating and drinking, but won in the duel.

(End of this chapter)