Magus Tech

On the deck, Gro was knocked to the ground with a sudden punch, and stood up with shaking, with a daze on his face and unbelievable.He stared at Morton in front of him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "You... how dare you hit me?"

"Everything...you forced me." Morton said, his voice weak.

Some deterrence in identity and psychological fear can not be easily eliminated. Even though he really punched Gro with his anger, he was still a little flustered when he saw Gro's eyes.

Grok didn't care about this time. This moment was irritable. He snarled deep in his throat, slammed under his feet, and rushed towards Morton.

Whether he is a prince or not, he is dignified.Morton hit him and he had to return it.

With a "bang", Morton was thrown down on the deck, and Groe rode up, clenching his fists and striking Morton's face.

"Boom!"

Fisting to the meat, half a minute later, Morton was beaten with bruises and bruises.

The strong pain stimulated Morton, causing Morton to erupt again, struggling with his body, trying to overturn Gro and counterattack.

"Boom!"

Gro thumped Morton, thumping gaspingly.

Morton was like a maggot, twitching, suddenly violently bursting out of Gro's control, and successfully stood up.

Morton's face had completely changed, and he gritted his teeth to prepare for revenge.

Suddenly, with a bang, Pandora was awakened after taking a nap on the suitcase. He jumped off the suitcase and frowned, walking between Gro and Morton.

Gro had raised his eyebrows, showing no signs of weakness, and was ready to continue to teach Morton. After seeing Pandora, the expression on his face instantly became calm.

"Ah, that..." Gro turned around sharply, stepping under his feet, and casually slipped to the edge of the deck, looking at the scenery on the shore.

Morton was puzzled, shouting "Don't run" in his mouth, and chased toward Gro, seeing Pandora blocking the way, ready to push aside with a wave of his hand.

then……

When he waved his hand...

"Click" a clear sound resounded through the deck.

Morton's expression changed instantly. The previous moment was very angry. The latter moment was extremely painful. The muscles on his face were directly twisted, his eyes were round, and he slammed on the ground with a bang.

His arm was broken, and it seemed to be the first time in his life that he had broken softly, hanging from his chest.This unprecedented experience made Morton almost collapse, and moved to the side on the deck lifelessly, as if preparing to throw off the arm that did not seem to him, and at the same time issued a sharp scream: "Help! Help!"

Pandora frowned at Morton, as if thinking about how to keep the other side shut.

Li Cha raised her eyebrows lightly, turned her head to look aside, and thought to herself: In this way, it is possible to attract people from the Baishi Tower.

Just after Richard thought about it, the people at the White Rock Tower appeared.

A young man in a black robe hurried up from the cabin under the deck, walked in front of Morton, and glanced at Morton's solemn voice: "I am a personal student just received by Mr. Sever Some order on board. Isn’t it clear that fighting is not allowed on board, you... what’s going on?"

"This... this lord, it wasn't me fighting, it was a group of them who attacked me. Yes, they attacked me for no reason, saying that I stole their test-free credentials, but I didn't steal them at all." Morton cried.

"Huh?" The young man who came out frowned. "They?"

"Yes, it's them." Morton quickly pointed his finger at Gro, then Pandora, and finally thought that Richard and Gro had been together, and the finger stayed on Richard's body for half a second.

The young man looked at Richard and his team in the direction of Morton's fingers, then froze for a moment.

His eyes touched in midair, and the atmosphere changed quickly.

"You guys?!"

"Well, it's us." Richard said, his eyes flickering, and he already wanted to understand what it was. "It turns out that the two advanced talents are the rest of you..."

"Uh, actually... I don't know anything about talents. It was Mr. Sever who told me, and he also accepted me as a proselytized disciple. In fact, I would like to thank you that day, otherwise... I can't talk to Mr. Sever There are intersections..." said the young man.

Morton groaned in pain on the deck, stunned, staring at the young man with a chill.

This... this seems to be a bit wrong, this seems to be different from what he imagined...

"This... this lord..." Morton said weakly beside the young man, "this lord, they... they just attacked me...you..."

The young man turned around, looked at Morton, his eyes flashed, then pulled his face down and asked aloud, "What's your name?"

"My name is Morton," Morton said honestly, adding a sentence at the end, "I am from the Pombo family."

"Huh? The Pombo family?" The young man's expression suddenly pulled down. "Do you...have a cousin, or a similar relative, called Hilde Pombo?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's very close to me, do you know him?" Morton suddenly had some hope in his heart.

"Of course I know him, and I will never forget him." The young man's face was already dark.

"Uh..." Morton felt like he had misunderstood something and explained what he shouldn't do.that……

"..." The young man looked at Morton and closed his mouth.

Morton did not hear clearly: "Well? What are you talking about?"

"I said, no fights!" The young man almost shouted, then kicked hard with one foot, kicking violently between Morton's legs.

"No fights! Bang!"

"No fights! Bang!"

"No fights! Bang!"

"No fights..."

"Boom..."

The young man kicked once, twice, three times... Morton was curled up, his body twitched, foaming in his mouth...

For a long time, the young man ended the kick, gasping at Morton, who was confused, and said to everyone on the deck: "I warn you again, don't fight on the boat, otherwise it will be like him!"

Everyone was calm and stunned and puzzled: Since no fights were allowed, then as a punishment, why only punish Morton?From a certain perspective, is Morton the victim?

Everyone did not understand, but they did not dare to refute.The black robe worn on young people is a symbol of identity and power.

The young man breathed out for a long time, and then looked at Richard with a gentle expression, and said: "In short, thank you, yes, introduce yourself, my name is Martin Luther King, I have a problem on board. You can find me.

"Martin Luther King?" Richard's eyes flashed.

"Why, is there a problem?"

"It's no problem." Richard shakes his head. "Just think your name is very good, similar to another high-caliber John Calvin Joe."

"Is there?" Luther wondered slightly, but he didn't think there were any similarities.

At this time, a voice came from under the cabin, shouting: "Luther comes, take care of this!"

Luther's face changed slightly.

"Sister Demi called me, I will leave first, and I will have a chance to talk again. Anyway, thank you, bye." Luther said, walking hurriedly towards the cabin under the deck. The people on the deck shouted again: "No fight! No matter what the cause is, as long as the fight, both parties will be severely punished!"

Morton: "Well..."

...

"Squeaky", the wooden boat succeeded in anchoring, adjusted its direction and left the port, and sailed towards the estuary along the Emerald River.

Somewhere on the shore, a man in a black robe appeared, staring at the wooden boat, and said to himself, "It's a little interesting. But that's all it is. Waiting slowly, you... you are about to get off Hell..."

On the deck of the wooden boat, Richard turned his head and looked at it for a while, then returned his gaze.

"Is the illusion?" Richard said to himself.

The wooden boat moved at full speed...