Astral Apostle Chapter 44: Crotch Killer
Inside the lord's longhouse, the battle has erupted.
Zhou Jing stepped forward and rushed forward, protecting himself with a saber, stabbing with a saber, and went straight to the inch-cut man.
Swipe!
The breaking wind screamed.
At this time, his speed, strength, and explosive power are all stronger than before.
Because of its own foundation, the power generated by the secondary enhancement is obviously stronger than that of a normal secondary enhanced hunter.
However, the inch-cropped man didn't change his face, he didn't retreat but advanced, and he went forward with bare hands without using a weapon.
The blade stabs swiftly, as fast as lightning, straight to the heart.
The inch-headed man stretched out his hand abruptly, his speed was equally astonishing, his five fingers formed into claws, and he grasped the blade with precision.
呵呵呵——
The blade slashed across the fingers, but instead of cutting off the palm, it made the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.
"Grab the knife with your hand?!"
Zhou Jing frowned, and pulled hard. Although the force overwhelmed the opponent, he pulled the long knife back a certain distance, but the blade was still tightly held by the short-haired man.
The other knife slashed out, but was also accurately blocked by the cut-headed man, holding the blade halfway with his palm.
The double knives and hands froze in mid-air.
"Ha!"
The inch-headed man suddenly exhaled, and twisted his hands violently.
Crack! Snapped!
The severely worn double blades broke in the middle at the same time!
Without saying a word, Zhou Jing raised his leg and kicked straight.
The inch-headed man does the same thing.
The two kicked each other simultaneously.
Boom! Boom!
Zhou Jing only felt a strong force coming, and he retreated uncontrollably, crashing into the wall.
With a bang, cracks spread across the wall, and wall dust rustled down.
There was a cramping pain in the abdomen, unlike just being kicked by someone, it seemed that a strange force penetrated into the abdomen, scurrying through the internal organs.
He raised his eyes to look at the cropped man who was also kicked by him.
Seeing the other party take six or seven steps back, he took a lunge to stabilize his figure, with his hands forming palms and pulling them apart one after the other, as if holding a bow and arrow, with the palms of the front hands facing up and the palms of the back hands facing down. Put on a wide-open boxing frame.
The inch-headed man's clothes rattled and trembled, and then immediately calmed down, as if there was an air blowing on his body.
As for Zhou Jing's palms which were broken just now, there was only a little white mark, and there was no injury at all.
Zhou Jing couldn't help but glanced at the panel again, and re-read the attribute detection results of the short-haired man.
[Attributes: physical strength 34, resistance 36, perception 24, spirit 12, energy 40 (first-order max)]
At first glance, it looks relatively average, and even the physical fitness is not as good as the second strengthened self.
But Zhou Jing has never seen the "energy" attribute on any hunter, this is the first person he found to have this attribute, and it has reached the first-order limit!
Because there is no reference object, Zhou Jing has never been very clear about the actual performance of the "energy" attribute.
But he can be sure of one thing, his resistance has reached 31 points, but it is far from being able to grasp the blade without any damage... There is only a difference of 5 points in resistance, the change will not be so big, right?
It is basically certain that this performance is related to the "energy" attribute.
Although you can see the attributes, you can only know the specific abilities of the opponent only when you fight.
The attributes of a person's true combat power are only the foundation, while various skills and techniques are the biggest difference.
In addition, such a distribution of attributes... is not like that of a blood warrior!
Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes.
At this time, the inch-headed man said lightly:
"The body is good, the skills are rough... lie down by yourself, and save me some trouble."
Hearing this, Zhou Jing threw away the broken knife, drew out two spare long knives, suppressed the pain in his stomach, and rushed forward again.
He didn't ask any questions, knowing that he would not get an answer, he stopped wasting his tongue.
Luck made the hunter breathe fast, Zhou Jing's speed increased sharply, the two knives collided with each other, and then the knives danced.
Swipe, swipe——
With a series of sharp knives, the knife light attacked the inch-cut man from all angles again and again.
Zhou Jing's saber technique went straight forward, attacking the enemy's vital points every time, but he also took care not to be caught by the short-haired man again.
Once the inch-cropped man showed signs of such a move, he would immediately change the path of the knife, turning it into a false move, or directly withdraw the knife.
The inch-headed man fights fast, with a pair of fleshy palms flying up and down, patting, wiping, knocking, stroking, shaking, capturing, pushing, holding... The changes in moves are dazzling and quite methodical.
Keng Keng Keng——
The palms of both hands are extremely tough, like gold and iron, and they have fought countless times with the two knives during the fierce fight.
The two moved while fighting in the castle hall, like a destructive hurricane, all kinds of furniture were involved in the battle circle, and all were smashed into pieces.
Bang bang bang—the walls and the ground also became bumpy when the two collided.
The more than 30 guards in the castle quickly backed away, not daring to continue to surround them, for fear of being involved in the battle between these two humanoid beasts, and casually touching them would cause serious injuries.
After fighting for a while, the inch-headed man flashed a vertical slash sideways, seized the opportunity, and slammed out his iron fist, the edge of the fist knocking on the side of the blade.
Clang!
Half of the blade collapsed and flew!
The inch-headed man took a short breath, and quickly returned his strength. With one hand, he swung the other knife and at the same time, he pressed his palms on Zhou Jing's chest in a smooth and flowing manner.
Boom!
Zhou Jing's throat sweetened, and he staggered back.
The inch-headed man followed quickly, and slapped out a pair of iron palms in a row. The changing palms hit Zhou Jing's chest one after another, making muffled bangs.
However, his combo didn't last. Ross, who was standing aside without any sense of presence, suddenly rushed forward from behind, and stabbed the short-haired man in the back with the dagger.
"Huh."
The inch-headed man sensed the strong wind behind him, snorted coldly, kicked Zhou Jing away, and used his strength to do a backflip, making Ross jump into the air.
When turning over Rose's head, he took advantage of the momentum and punched it down.
Boom!
Ross's head exploded like a watermelon, and his brain opened wide.
The headless corpse fell to the ground and slid forward for a certain distance.
The inch-headed man somersaulted to the ground, glanced at Rose, who was killed by his own punch after the failed attack, and snorted softly:
"Heh, you are really looking for death."
He doesn't even need to feel the breath, he can be sure that Rose is dead at a glance... After all, people will die without a head.
A first-time enhanced alien blood warrior is as fragile as an ordinary person in his hands.
On the other side, Zhou Jing slammed into the wall before finally stopping his retreat.
"Poof!"
Zhou Jing spat out a mouthful of black blood, feeling as if his chest had collapsed.
A sense of powerlessness erupted from the wound, sweeping through all limbs and bones, and breathing became disordered.
As the body's genes collapsed, the injury intensified, and Zhou Jing was almost able to stand up against the wall. Even the talent of [Toughness] couldn't suppress the pain at this time.
"Hey, it's really amazing..."
Zhou Jing panted heavily, feeling the severe pain all over his body, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, but he showed a strange smile.
After this fight, he was basically sure that he was not this person's opponent.
With a pure difference in combat power, they can't beat others head-on.
My own mad attack can't break through the steady defense of others, and the opponent's melee attack with unknown energy is much stronger in destructive power than myself, a person who only uses strength, and the skill is far superior to myself .
He looked down at Rose's body, watched silently for a few seconds, then tried to straighten himself up, tremblingly raised his knife and pointed at the short-haired man.
Although he didn't speak, the inch-cut man still understood what he meant.
Seeing that Zhou Jing couldn't stand still, the inch-headed man observed his injuries and shook his head.
Just now, he didn't hold back his hand. It is estimated that the hunter's heart and lungs have been shattered, and he is basically hopeless.
But seeing Zhou Jing's fighting spirit, the cut-headed man still nodded and said casually:
"Forget it, I'll give you a ride."
As he spoke, the inch-cropped man took steps and walked slowly towards Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing took a deep breath and held his breath regardless of the severe pain in his body.
Thunder strike!
He took off the heavy knife on his back, threw it vigorously, and then held the last long knife, strode forward,
The heavy knife whirled and whirled, with a heavy wind sound, but it seemed to be smashed crookedly.
The inch-headed man didn't change his face, he simply moved a step to the side, then turned sideways to pass the heavy knife, and let it punch a big hole in the wall, making a loud bang.
Seeing Zhou Jing, who was getting closer and closer to the fearless charge, the crop-headed man kept his eyes open, and secretly raised his energy, accumulating it in his arm.
He was going to use a stormy offensive to take Zhou Jing away directly to solve tonight's troubles so that he could go to bed early.
But at this moment...
Puff!
The inch-headed man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his crotch, and a sense of loss of strength instantly swept through his body.
He lowered his head in bewilderment, his pupils trembling.
Just now, when he was dodging the heavy knife, the man with the cropped head took a step and stepped on the side of Rose's headless corpse.
Of course, the dead body will not cause any trouble.
But at this moment, the inch-cut man could hardly believe his eyes.
What's the situation? This person's head grew back again? !
This supposedly headless corpse is alive and kicking again!
With a blank expression on his face, Rose grabbed the dagger and stabbed it between his legs!
"Ah——"
The sudden change, the inch-cut man was completely unprepared.
He didn't even have time to think about what was going on, and the pain that surpassed the limit instantly occupied his mind, screaming miserably.
The man's vitals were severely injured, and his strength disappeared instantly.
At this moment, Zhou Jing had already thrown himself in front of him, slamming him with a long knife.
Poof!
The blade came out from behind.
Just pierced the heart!
The inch-headed man stared at Zhou Jing with wide eyes, only disbelief remaining in his eyes.
The next moment, he let out a roar mixed with fury and resentment.
"Ah! Ah!"
With the inch-cut man as the center, a burst of vigor exploded!
He was extremely angry and shot with hatred, and with the force of thunder between his palms, he slammed heavily on Zhou Jing's chest and abdomen.
Boom!
Zhou Jing flew out like a cannonball, spurting black blood wildly, leaving a line of blood along the way.
He smashed through a wall and was buried in the rubble.
The bloodshot man looked at Rose with bloodshot eyes.
Rose remained expressionless, still holding the dagger stuck in his crotch, and stirred vigorously.
Bang!
A palm of fury shattered Rose's head.
Immediately afterwards, the palm strikes fell like a storm, smashing Rose's body into debris all over the ground.
The face of the inch-headed man was distorted in pain, and he couldn't even take a deep breath.
He tightly held the long knife stuck in his heart, dragged his **** crotch, and moved step by step to the pile of rubble that buried Zhou Jing.
Suddenly, there was a bang, and the pile of rubble exploded!
As the stones scattered in all directions, Zhou Jing leaped out and punched the inch-headed man in the throat.
Click!
Throat hollow and broken ~IndoMTL.com~ The inch-headed man is no longer able to dodge—or he no longer has the intention to dodge.
He ignored the fist that hit his throat, and slapped Zhou Jing on the head brazenly.
Zhou Jing only had time to turn his head slightly, when a tearing pain came from his jaw.
Crack!
Half of the mandible, dripping with blood, flew out.
Zhou Jing's eyes were fierce, and he didn't care about the severe pain that involved the nerves. He held the long knife inserted in the chest of the inch-headed man with both hands, and stirred it vigorously.
The inch-headed man opened his eyes angrily, looked directly at Zhou Jing, and tried to raise his hand, wanting to kill the enemy in front of him.
However, the severe injury to his heart made his remaining strength flow away along with the blood.
With a plop, the inch-cropped man finally couldn't support his body and fell limply to the ground.
Zhou Jing pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, supporting his standing posture.
One horizontal and one vertical.
"You...uh..."
The inch-headed man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But the blood gurgling from his mouth prevented him from even uttering a complete sentence.
.
He never thought that he would die here like this, at the hands of a native.
At the same time, Zhou Jing's panel flickered:
[The life form of the alien plane has been killed]
[Absorbing the astral energy accumulated naturally by the other party...]
[You get 3630 astral points, 28 information state particles]
Zhou Jing didn't have time to take care of the panel, he pulled out the long knife from the body of the cut-headed man, and looked up at Lute on the second floor whose face changed drastically.
Stepping on --
At this moment, the sound of dense footsteps came from far and near.
A group of hunters rushed over, just in time to see this scene, and they all froze on the spot.