The Rise of Rurik

Chapter 14: Subduing and Grabbing

"Rurik, do you understand? Use your utmost strength to beat your enemy to the ground." Otto ordered enthusiastically.

The other child's father, Harrodsen, also ordered: "Kanuf, don't be nervous! He is the same!"

Two strong men encouraged their children, and the crowd became more lively.

Everyone was booing, just to see how two kids who didn't know how to fight would act out a fight.

Rurik deeply understood that what he encountered was by no means a joke. Although the other party was only seven years old, wouldn't he also be seven years old!

Of course, this body is indeed only seven years old.

Inside the thin body was a soul over thirty years old. Thirty years ended in a muck truck that ignored various traffic rules. Later, when Liu Li opened his eyes, he saw a strange scene.

Seven years have passed since then.

Even so, Liu Li, or Rurik, he was never a fool in a fight.

Even the set of boxing skills that was learned during military training with the main purpose of capturing uniforms is finally useful now.

He couldn't help bending his leg joints, his left arm with the round shield was in a blocking posture, and the wooden stick in his right hand was naturally attached to the round shield.

Not surprisingly, this pose is a classic anti-collision stance.

It was this gesture that surprised Otto.

"Arik, is this what you taught him?"

"No! Dad, I just taught him how to hold a shield, how to hold a sword, and the fighting spirit to keep fighting."

"Maybe you need to teach him some skills." Otto shrugged and looked at his partner Harrodsen again: "Do you think it's time to start?"

"Let's go, and hopefully my kids will win."

"I hope so..." Otto shook his head and commanded loudly, "You can start until we think this is the end. Listen, don't be afraid of bloodshed."

What? Is this fight going to be bloody? Are the Vikings born to coincide with the Spartans?

In an instant, Rurik's pressure surged.

He also wanted to stabilize his emotions a little bit, but the boy Kanuf, who was on the opposite side, was like a rabid dog, barking and rushing over with a wooden sword.

"Hehe, this kid's attack is unruly, just pure attack? It seems that he has not learned the most basic fighting."

When Kanuf was about to rush over, Rurik squatted down slightly, followed by a hard push, and the large wooden shield directly withstood Kanuf's momentum and pushed him down abruptly.

At this moment, Rurik could not have imagined that he was barely seven years old, yet his strength was not small. It is also worthy of the so many fish he eats on weekdays. Under his skinny arms, he seems to have limited but solid muscles.

With a hard push, Kanuf's offensive was resolved in one go. The beautiful performance surprised Otto.

However, Kanuf was not a coward. He stumbled to the gravel ground on the beach, and seemed very embarrassed for a while, then he stood up again and rushed up again with a roar.

"Ah? Still coming? It seems that I should try to be proactive."

Rurik had a plan, he continued to hold the shield, deliberately let the other party continue to charge, the right time to use the shield to withstand the attack, the mothership directly flanked his legs.

A coup is a coup, and I never thought Kanuf was more daring.

Kanuf rushed forward, suddenly jumped up, and hit Rurik's Buckler with a powerful flying kick.

Rurik's body was no longer able to handle this force. He was kicked down. Due to the shield tied to his left arm, the rope was obviously not secure, and the shield had simply slipped off.

Kanuf, who also fell, staggered to his feet and shouted mockingly: "How? Are you also the son of Odin, and I was kicked down directly."

"You!"

One of the worst things in life is being ridiculed by little kids, even though Rurik himself is just a kid.

He felt that he had been severely insulted, and the hateful Kanuf had to be taught a lesson.

Shield? No no no.

Rurik got up and patted the dust.

For Otto, for the first time, he finally saw the maliciousness in his son's eyes, like a wolf waiting to grow up, trying to swallow up the enemy.

"Rurik, where's your shield?! Do you still think that you can defeat me with just a sword? You are too self sufficient." Kanuf continued to sneer after taking advantage of it: "Be careful, I will cut your teeth Knock it out!"

"Oh? Really? I won't knock out your teeth, but I'll make you cry and beg for mercy." Rurik replied.

"You!! You are talking nonsense!"

Real children are always incompetent, they don't even know what pain is.

Rurik knew a lot, even quite a bit how to subdue another man.

Kanuf rushed towards the man who lost his shield with an angry grin. He felt that he had a very good chance of winning.

Is the odds great?

Seeing the unfortunate child rushing over, the wooden stick he held up clearly wanted to hit his head with a crit.

Rurik was very smart. He seized the opportunity to squat down and swept his legs with a mantis, tripping Kanuf directly.

It just tripped him, and Rurik rushed over with a quick stride, first stomping on Kanuf's back, and then throwing the wooden sword. He hugged the right arm of Kanuf's lost wooden sword, his legs were stuck in the armpit of his right arm, and relying on two strong legs, he forced Kanuf to lie on the ground, unable to move at all, even breathing very hard. difficulty.

What Rurik used was a back positioned capture and subdue technique. This performance was truly something that no one onlookers had ever seen before.

Otto was really refreshing, because no one had ever used such a strange trick in a clan wrestling game, but it was clear that it worked.

"Are you convinced?!" Rurik asked through gritted teeth.

At this moment, of course, Kanuf twisted his body desperately, like a fly hitting a cobweb eager to escape.

Kanuf tried to raise his head, but was crushed by Rurik's right leg. He tried desperately to wriggle to break free, and his mouth even screamed in disapproval.

"Dissatisfied? You question my identity. It seems that you don't know what pain is."

There is a saying that the fingers are connected to the heart, and Rurik didn't believe it, so he pinned Kanuf's fingers hard. Can the continuous pain still make him succumb?

In terms of simple fights, how could the warriors of the Ross tribe, who advocate directness and straightforwardness, ever encounter such a sinister trick?

Otto watched with great interest. For some reason, Kanuf, who was tightly bound, was not thinking of how to escape, but let out a piercing scream, as if his arm had been cut off.

Kanuf's father looked worried, but he refused to give up, after all, his son hadn't shed blood yet.

"Surrender!" Rurik ordered.

Kanuf was already crying, and in order to be strong in front of his father, he closed his eyes tightly and shouted with a vibrato: "Never!"

"You! You fool! Don't you want me to stop breaking your fingers?" After that, Rurik made another effort, and the severe pain from his fingers caused Kanuf's most terrified wailing.

Kanuf was finally defeated and began to cry, and this cry was equivalent to announcing his surrender to the onlookers.

"That's it. Rurik, stop it!" Otto ordered, Rurik relaxed his muscles very wisely.

But at this time, because of the severe pain in his fingers, the soreness of his arms, and even the difficulty in breathing under the pressure, Kanuf, who was crying and face, would not be able to get up for a while.

In any case, the two children were only seven years old, and during the fight just now, a group of tribal strong men who were watching the show, they only felt that they were seeing a different kind of battle.

No one cheered, everyone just watched silently, because everyone didn't see what was going on. As a result, Rurik patted the dust on his body and stood up, while his opponent, Kanuf, was still lying on the ground crying, It was as if Rurik, who was only seven years old, was stunned to not break his arm.

In the end, it was Kanuf's father who pulled him up, and after some inspections, there was no serious problem.

Kanuf has lost all his previous arrogance. He is perfectly unconvinced. Looking at Rurik, who came with a good natured face, he actually showed fear.

"You... we are just a test, I don't want to hurt you." Rurik said kindly.

Kanuf didn't want to talk, he just wanted to snuggle up beside his father Harrodsen for a sense of security.

Harrodsen naturally didn't mean to blame Rurik at all. He was very curious: "Rurik, what is the name of the one you just used? How did you make him cry?"

"Huh?" Rurik scratched his head: "Kanuf is too reckless, he can easily kick him down. Then I subdued him and broke his fingers. Trust my uncle, it was very painful. I think if I were a little older, it would be easy to break another person's finger. The pain will make the opponent lose all thoughts of fighting back."

"This matter..." Harrodsen looked at Otto with surprise: "Boss, this is what you taught him? Maybe you should have given these special skills to others earlier."

"You praised the wrong person." Otto also took a deep breath and looked at his son in amazement: "Rurik, you invented this? This year is obviously your first battle, and it should have been two children. The slapstick, never thought..."

"Shouldn't we go all out?" Rurik asked calmly: "It's you who asked us to fight until we bleed. I think it's still too crazy, just get Katsov Just cry. Yes, I thought of those tricks."

"You are very good!"

At this moment, Otto's heart was like an erupting volcano. He was so excited that he simply picked up his son with his strong hands, let him ride directly on his neck, and shouted to all the people onlookers: "Look at all of you. Here it is! This is the one blessed by Odin! It is Odin who gave him special fighting skills! We Ross will also learn these!"

For Otto, he knew that his power rested entirely with the support of the tribal masses. If he becomes mediocre, the leader will also be inherited by other warriors.

So does he need continuous Sorgon success, and various reasonable means to maintain his power.

Now, as long as the son always enjoys the "Blessing of Odin", everyone's own support will be deepened.

Now it seems that the son is really under the protection of Odin.

My son Rurik probably knew more fighting skills, which must have come from the temple of Valhalla, and Otto was convinced of this.

People started chanting slogans such as "Son of Odin" and "Thanks to Valhalla". Rurik never imagined that he was just showing off a skill of capture and subduing a thousand years later, but it was falsely passed on as "Valhalla". Temple Mystery", what could be stranger than that?

It's ridiculous, at least it has received a bunch of fans.

Even the weeping Kanuf suddenly changed his mood.

Rurik couldn't forget Kanuf, who was so outspoken just now, he was really a child, and now he mumbled with servile eyes again: "I... I really want to learn this."

Perhaps, following the strong is one of the nature of children.

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