Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 763: Clash
The incomparable killing focus, the incomparable emotional boiling, watered dead gray malice.
Similar attack methods, swinging a knife and dodge at the same time, there is no chance for weapons to touch each other.
This is the battle between the killing instinct and the chain decision.
The staggered blade lights, the staggered body, the sound of the wind rang behind him, and he couldn't keep up with his speed and couldn't escape.
My body is like a rag doll that has been abused. In the blink of an eye, there are five bleeding wounds on my body again.
The depth of the wound is very consistent. Shirai did it intentionally. He didn't fear any unexpected life at all. Even if he was about to die the next moment, he still had to enjoy the pleasure of Ling Chi.
If you continue like this, you will definitely die!
It will die! will die! will die! will die!
His attack must be locked!
Can't escape! Can't escape! Can't escape!
Attack. Active offense. Carry out the will to never retreat in this step. Keep your eyes open, lock in the deadly blade light, use your talents to the maximum, observe every nerve, every inch of muscle, every breath, every particle of dust, any subtle interference can not be let go, and all possible attack routes Streamlined to the most likely one.
I threw the dagger, Shirai stepped away, and the chopping knife deviated in its trajectory, which was in line with the expected result.
The kitchen knife stopped in front of my chest.
The tip of the knife penetrated the palm of my right hand, and the blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the ground.
I took advantage of the moment he was stunned, I pressed down my palm, and held it together with the handle of the knife and his hand holding the handle. I caught you! I clenched a fist with my left hand and gave him a hard stroke on the head.
His body was knocked down by me, and he was pulled back by my hand.
So repeatedly. He was so dizzy when I was beaten. It hit him in the face again, and there was a cracking sensation in his fist.
This time he finally reacted, and the resistance was so fierce, I didn't catch him again.
The body of Shirai's upside-down flying pulled the kitchen knife away from my palm, and fell heavily on the ground for several rolls, but he immediately straightened his posture and squatted there. It seemed that those attacks were of no use at all. No.
His hat fell back, revealing a terrifying face. It was like being corroded by strong acid, and it was like being too old, with mottled flesh, peeling skin, and swelling and bruises after being beaten. It was not the appearance of a seventeen-year-old high school student.
His left eye is bleeding, and it looks like he can't use it at all.
The time of the confrontation was short, the frequency of shots was fast, and the movements created were very small. The attention of passers-by was attracted by the fire, and it seemed that we still did not notice our battle.
But if you continue, it's hard to guarantee that you won't be spotted. I have not completely lost the concept of human society, and the world has not really entered the end, so I have scruples for fear of being seen how I look. I thought Shirai would not care about this anymore, but he began to retreat into the shadow under the tree.
Even if he can kill and set fire unscrupulously, he still chooses darkness as his hiding place. It is not entirely out of fear of the normal order of human society, but more like there are still some normal dregs left in his heart.
Even so, he is hopeless. Both mind and body have been deeply eroded by paranoid emotions and deteriorating appearance. Even if I and Sakiya were killed, it probably wouldn't be able to fill the emptiness, anger and fear in his heart.
Even if he is on the verge of death, he still has more and more powerful power. As long as he is still alive, this power is the only thing he has, and for this he will spend more unscrupulously. In order to fill this emptiness, they will kill more frequently and directly until they perish.
Have wisdom, but irrational, no faith, incomparably pure heart of killing, no matter what kind of life, it is a monster among monsters, the most dangerous existence.
Everything originated from the existence of the doomsday fantasy, from the persecution of the goat union, from the very special bottle of "paradise" potion.
There is no doubt that once these sources spread, the end of this world will be more terrifying than the illusion of zombies and monsters rampant.
Can't let him escape, he must be killed here!
I made up my mind to ignore the pain on my body. The massive bleeding made me feel a little weak, and the right hand was severely injured, but it didn’t matter, my left hand could still move.
The dagger is nailed to the tree beside the white well.
Hidden in the shadow, Shirai smiled miserably and raised the revolver he had snatched from me.
"You seem to be the same as me..." He was a little struggling, and said bluntly: "However, I know that the bullet of this gun is very special. It scares me. It is equally effective for you, right?"
Yes, if I am shot by the graystone dum in the gun, I will definitely finish playing. However, having a gun and shooting are basically two concepts. It is probably the first time Shirai has used a gun to fight. Even if he has military training, he only uses an old-fashioned rifle to shoot a target. It can be understood by his posture. For me, the gun in the hands of this layman is no more threatening than a knife.
The side of ordinary students remaining in the monster Shirai made him make a wrong choice.
In the eyes of many people, it is a foolish and meaningless thing for criminals to talk nonsense at a critical moment, but in fact, this kind of behavior is very necessary for criminals, even more important than completing the crime, lack of this step , Then even if the crime is completed, the pleasure of success cannot be obtained.
Shirai did not shoot at the first time, instead he said threatening words, just to get some kind of emotional vent from me, but he didn't get anything.
"Then shoot." I pointed to my head and said to him: "Aim here, don't shake your hands."
He opened his only right eye wide, his facial features wrinkled in angrily, making a heavy nasal sound.
Shirai stretched his hand forward again.
"Can't even use a gun? Poor fellow." I sneered deliberately.
Shirai made a weird cry, fingers squeezed, but nothing happened~IndoMTL.com~The insurance is not open, idiot! "
Shirai looked down at the pistol subconsciously, and I rushed towards him immediately. He was too late to open the insurance, and smashed the revolver into the trash can, brandishing a kitchen knife to force me away. But my first target was not him, but the dagger stuck in the tree.
Thrilling passing under the blade, he lost an eye, and his attack accuracy was reduced a lot. I pulled out the dagger and walked around him to the left. Because of his limited vision, he showed anxiety for the first time, and his actions were much larger, and he lost the sense of precision before.
I always put myself on the left side of Shirai, and he was unconsciously restrained by me. The two of us turned like millstones, swapping positions with each other. Now I can take the revolver out of the trash can with just one hand. However, Shirai also regained his composure and stared at me vigilantly. As long as I showed a gesture of holding a gun, he would attack immediately.
His speed is faster than mine, and if I don't have time to get the revolver, he will cut off my arm.
I exchanged attacks with him several times, but he is not yet used to having only one right eye, and he can no longer have the upper hand as before. My counterattack also hurt him a lot, because my dagger was made with graystone, while Shirai's kitchen knife was an ordinary thing.
Shirai couldn't think of a good way for a while, and we were deadlocked under the tree. He tilted his face and stared at me with his remaining right eye.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly fell from the top of the tree on the white well head.