Without the shackles of the hostage, the strong man completely gained "freedom".
He had both hands free, and his fierce eyes were staring at the young man with scarlet light. His body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he was about to attack him in the next second.
This kind of look reminded Lin Mo of the members of the Whirlpool Gang. Those madmen who love prosthetics also always like to implant compound eye prostheses into their eye sockets. When they are fine, they flash with scarlet light, which makes people think of spiders. .
The atmosphere on the field was so solemn that everyone onlookers didn't dare to breathe.
The murderous intention between the two people was slightly revealed. Whether it was the strong man's performance just now or the young man's sharp and fierce posture, they all left a deep impression on them.
The two of them didn't move, and they didn't dare to move. This kind of stagnant scene often needs a sound to break it, maybe it's a gust of wind, maybe it's the sound of a vehicle horn inadvertently, just like the scene played in the film and television series Chaomeng In the picture, two western gunmen are facing each other in the desert. Their eyes are like eagles, their expressions are as frozen as ice, their breaths are filled with the smell of dry sand and dust, and the air is as dull as ever.
The strong man was hesitant and did not dare to take action. His fighting intuition made him understand that he would never be the one to strike first. The only thing he had to do was to watch the young man's every move before he could have a chance of survival.
And Lin Mo was also waiting for the most suitable moment to take action.
After a few seconds, the strong man still looked angry, like a furious gorilla. He gave everything back to instinct, but he was stronger than when he was the most rational, and there was no flaw in his body.
Whatever.
The slightly hanging long knife was gently lifted, Lin Mo stepped out and entered the slow field, and the world in front of him became calmer.
But to the outside world, it looked like a sudden gust of wind whistling, breaking the stagnant scene at this time, so the pinging sound continued for a long time.
The moment Si'an Westan opened, Lin Mo took the lead to seize the first opportunity. The glistening lake water reflected the bright moonlight and shed a cold killing intent.
When he made a move, he was met with a direct blow to the head. Green light shot down from high in the sky. The strong man roared, and the tone of his voice became dull when it reached Lin Mo's ears. This battle cry may have been his attempt to embolden his courage. Or to frighten the enemy.
Yet all this intention is meaningless.
Because before this roar could be shouted out, the young man had already been carried by the wind and came to him. His strong figure rose up and then fell straight down, outlining a green arc moon, which was full of monsters.
The strong man crossed his hands to block the slash, and sparks lit up as the blade scraped against the metal prosthetic arm.
When the attack failed, the young man stepped on the ground again and jumped more than a meter in height. He turned over in mid-air and executed another sideways slash.
The blade struck from the edge of the strong man's field of vision. He suddenly blocked his arm by his side and blocked the knife again. He made a fist with his other hand and struck straight at the young man who had fallen in mid-air and had nowhere to rely on.
Lin Mo sheathed the knife and spun around, as agile as a dancing girl performing a graceful dance.
When the fist hit, he had already adjusted his movements, and the huge fist rushed past his chest, less than half a centimeter away from his body.
He looked at all this with cold eyes, holding a knife in one hand, and holding the strong man's arm like a snake with the other. The moment he landed, he suddenly used force to lift the strong man's arm on his shoulders, hoping to use the strong man's fists. Turn him over.
However, his idea was ultimately wasted. Although he used all his strength and even used the strong man's fists, he still could not overturn the strong man.
The opponent was as heavy as a boulder. With his weak body, it would be impossible to overturn the opponent.
There was no time to think about the next combat strategy. If he was the first to overturn the opponent, the opponent would not give him a chance to make the next move.
The fist came from behind. Lin Mo trapped the strong man's arm, lowered his body and turned from under that arm to the other side, just like when playing with double poles, pulling the lever to the outside, and the strong man's fist naturally missed.
The strong man raised his arms upward, spread them out and shook, breaking free from Lin Mo's restraints. He punched Lin Mo's direction with his fist, but he could only hit an afterimage.
All his actions and reactions were like swatting flies. His strong body and strength were of no use unless he could hit someone. He could only punch the air with his fists in vain. Perhaps the movements of a child doing healthy gymnastics were useless. Much more beautiful than him.
"It's really a tough nut to crack." In a slow state, Lin Mo commented secretly and quietly came behind the strong man.
The right cassock was chopped off.
The blade slashed down from the upper right side, peeling off the strong man's skin with a solid blade, cutting a bright arc on his shoulder, revealing the metal mechanical structure underneath.
Another effective slash, and the strong man started roaring wildly again.
"The whole body has been transformed into a prosthetic body... He is indeed a monster."
Lin Mo murmured, looking at the precise mechanical structure, no need to think too much, the strong man must have implanted many prosthetics all over his body.
He wanted to continue slashing, but the strong man didn't give him this chance. He turned around and punched him in the head.
As a last resort, Lin Mo disappeared from the spot again.
He didn't think about receiving the opponent's punch forcefully, or even trying to block it.
For an enemy with such great strength, any blow would be no less than a battering ram to him, and no one would be stupid enough to hit the battering ram forcefully.
The strong man howled as if he was about to tear his vocal cords, as if he wanted to scare Lin Mo with his voice.
Although the voice was stretched in the realm of time and slowness, and the tone was lowered and dull, the screams that continued from beginning to end still made Lin Mo feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Lin Mo continued to the blind spot of the strong man's vision and swung the sword in his hand. As expected, he was blocked by the strong man. He swung the sword again leisurely...
This set of actions is repeated many times, concise and effective.
He always takes the initiative in the battle, so he will never show any flaws. On the contrary, the strong man will be exhausted to resist his slashes, and no matter how strong his fighting instinct is, he will show a moment of relaxation.
Then at that moment, the black unicorn will cut a streak of color on him mercilessly.
This situation lasted for several seconds. In a short period of time, Lin Mo made nearly a hundred cuts. Less than one-tenth of the attacks fell on the strong man, cutting open his bionic skin and cutting off the dazzling man. arc.
There are not many wounds, but they are enough. If the stalemate continues like this, the strong man will be hacked to death no matter how strong his defense is.
Cause of death: Punishment of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
Finally, during a certain slash, Lin Mo stabbed the strong man on the lower left side with the tip of the knife pointed directly at his heart. As expected, such a frontal attack was resisted by the opponent.
However, in the next second, another knife appeared out of thin air and slashed down from above him. With a ferocious speed, it fell straight towards Lin Mo's head.
The fiery red blade indicated that the battle situation had changed. The strong man seemed to have finally remembered that he had other weapons. Now that he finally found an opportunity, he no longer hesitated and took action decisively.
Lin Mo tried to draw the knife, but Tong Kong suddenly shrank back. The strong man did not block the stab with his fist. Instead, his five fingers turned into eagle claws, restraining the black unicorn with his amazing grip strength.
At this time, flaming red fire burst down from the top of his head.
