Wei Curcuma took a deep breath, spread his arms and shoulders, and threw the fire ax.
The red nylon handle was crushed to pieces by an incomprehensible grip. With such a broken handle, the fire ax turned into a red stream of light and shot directly at the black human figure.
Without looking at the outcome, Wei Curcuma, who had no reservations since the war started, threw his axe, and at the same time, he jumped up onto the abrupt platform.
He held the table leg with his left hand and smashed the entire table onto the human figure's face. The huge table seemed weightless in his hands, causing a terrifying whistling wind. The heavy steel and wood were placed on the black The humanoid head was shattered.
Wei Curcuma's actions did not stop because of this series of gains. He never took any chances.
When the fighting really started, he realized how calm he was. He was so calm that he was a little surprised. All the information about the battle situation was collected and processed by him in an orderly manner. Even time seemed to slow down. His heart even Some are eager to try.
"call......."
Wei Zeshu's movements continued one after another. After smashing the entire desk into pieces, he did not pause at all. He squatted down and bent over while swinging it out. This seemingly unnecessary prediction allowed him to narrowly avoid the abnormal super. An unexpectedly swift counterattack.
Even though his reaction speed and body movements were not as fast as those of his opponent, Wei Curcuma's excellent awareness allowed him to predict in advance.
Crouching down, he deftly pulled out the control bolt of the fire extinguisher with one hand, and then pressed the valve without hesitation. The high pressure of the foam fire extinguisher causes white foam to spurt out.
After only spraying for a short while, Wei Curcuma felt that the speed was too slow, so he directly lifted two heavy fire extinguishers, stuffed them into the humanoid's face, pulled out the fire ax, and smashed it down like chopping meat.
His strength was so great that the handle of the fire ax was crushed by him, and the ax with all his strength directly smashed the cylinder of the fire extinguisher. The huge white foam exploded on the humanoid head like fireworks due to the high pressure.
Wei Curcuma's hand did not stop, and the fire ax continued to follow a certain regular frequency, making heavy and sharp cuts. I am afraid that even steel will be chopped into pieces by such a stormy attack. It is simple yet unstoppable. Rhythm allows chopping to achieve maximum effect.
"...."
After receiving such a series of combos, the thin black humanoid seemed a little confused, but these fierce attacks did not cause any substantial damage to it.
It didn't even fall down under these huge impacts. Its feet were still standing firmly on the ground, but its body was bent backwards.
At this time, Wei Zeshu glanced at the fire ax in his hand. The thick ax blade made of fine steel had all been chipped. Although the human figure was covered in foam and table and chair debris and was in a mess, there was indeed no wound.
It slowly lifted its waist that had been knocked backwards and straightened its body.
Under the only remaining spotlight, it has a slender figure, and its arms are naturally hanging down and slightly open. It is completely different from the weird and ferocious look before. The oppressive feeling it gives people at this moment is completely different from the other dimension.
It was as if a sense of oppression from the soul suddenly erupted from the thin black body. Wei Curcuma even felt as if his soul was being beaten hard by a huge hammer, and even breathing became difficult.
What he didn't know was that the people behind him who didn't bear the brunt of the pressure and were only slightly affected all rolled their eyes and were completely dizzy for a moment.
The thin black figure had its back to the light, and against the huge shadow cast by the high spotlight, it actually revealed a vague divinity.
Even if it is silent at the moment, even if it is covered in fire extinguisher foam.
what is that? Is it a vicious anomaly? Or a god?
Wei Zeshu looked at the fire ax in his hand that was all broken, and let go expressionlessly. His eyes under his bangs were not at all overwhelmed by such momentum.
He let out a gentle breath, but the corners of his mouth could not be restrained from rising slightly, and then exposed his white teeth that were bitten until they were almost broken. He stood up straight against this huge soul pressure.
He reached out and wiped the blood from his ears, and used the blood to lift his bangs upwards, without even looking at the god-like figure behind him.
Wei Zeshu raised his head and looked at the figure, who seemed to be endlessly curious about him.
Why can ant-like humans see themselves? Why can I look directly at myself?
Maybe this was what he was thinking about, but Wei Curcuma didn't care about it.
If you don't defeat it, you will die, as well as everyone present. Does fighting to survive require any thinking?
Wei Zeshu felt that there was no need to think. He had been facing his own life for eighteen years and would continue to do so in the future.
Those black eyes were bright and deep, like two burning black suns, burning quietly.
The depth and tranquility were replaced by an indescribable madness, more unruly and crazier than the abnormality.
The madness in his heart that had been suppressed slightly showed its face. Wei Curse grabbed the abnormal head with his right hand wrapped in a black and red ribbon, and forced it into the solid wood platform at his feet.
"come!"
The boy roared like an angry tiger.
The black humanoid's head was pinched and violently penetrated into the wood, causing splinters of wood to fly in all directions.
This time, it did not continue to be beaten passively. Instead, it held Wei Curcuma's wrist above his head with its backhand, and threw Wei Curcuma into the wooden platform with its backhand.
The whole person lost weight and fell hard. The strong wood collided with Wei Shu's back and spine, and the whole person fell into the ruins. The worst thing was that his wrist was still pinched tightly by the black human figure. But the good news is that this is also equivalent to him pinching the other person at the same time.
"Hiss-hoo-"
Wei Curcuma did not suffer any obvious injuries, but only felt pain. He lay down close to the ground and slowly exhaled from the corner of his mouth. He began to adapt to the new power that appeared in his body, which was called "soul pressure." s things.
He doesn't have any clue how to use advanced methods, but the most basic method is to infuse it into the body, in exchange for more powerful power, to resist more powerful attacks.
His huge amount of soul pressure has been poured into it.
With this exhalation, he pinched the hand holding his wrist, used his knee to bring his entire body weight and impact, and hit the humanoid's head hard.
The human figure let go of his hand unsteadily and stood up. Some white liquid flowed down his cheek. He touched it with some confusion, and then placed it in front of him for inspection.
Under the attack with soul pressure, it was injured for the first time.
Wei Curcuma can feel that now it only has strong physical strength, huge power, and a solid body, and is not as invincible as before.
He had his own guess as to the reason for such a change. It was probably caused by the inexplicable black liquid. It seemed to have taken away something important from this anomaly, reducing its power to an unimaginable level.
Whether it's good or bad, at least the current situation is good news for myself.
It is just a more powerful anomaly, and may still have a chance to win.
Wei Curcuma touched his cheek. There were also some tiny wounds scratched by sawdust. They were healing rapidly. There was an itching pain in the wound. Can soul pressure promote the recovery of the body?
He stood up, moved his wrists, and showed a long-lost smile.
"Feeling confused?"
Wei Curcuma's kick with soul pressure hit the humanoid staring at his white blood hard, knocking the unprepared creature to the ground.
"Do you feel any pain?"
