If someone helps him, or even affects him, I have full hope of killing him with a fatal blow.
So at this time, I was still testing him, obviously looking at his body, trembling faintly, but I still had reservations. Because if I can’t have it all under control, I’d rather at least test it out for the time being.
He seemed to realize something, but he still persisted at first. But seeing my cold eyes, he finally understood the situation in front of him.
So even though he was still silent, after a while of dealing with it, the machete in his hand suddenly flashed with cold light, like a meteor in the night sky, quickly attacking in a certain direction.
I saw him clinging to the river, trotting towards me quickly, and rushing towards me quickly. I knew that he might want to fight quickly, so I deliberately dodged toward the river in an attempt to distract him, and at the same time, I prepared a follow-up move.
This man's reaction was very fast, and the speed at which he looked at me was scary. Naturally, there was no hesitation in his heart.
Just when they were crossing each other, he may have seen me leaning towards the river, and he felt a little happy. So when the two of them quickly crossed each other, he dodged sideways to avoid my direct attack.
But at this moment, a trace of ferocity finally flashed in his eyes, as if there was some feeling that the evil plot had succeeded.
At this time, without any hesitation, he raised the spike in his hand and slashed at me with the machete at the same time, making me unable to retreat. He wanted to force me into the river, or be directly hit by both his weapons. .
This guy is really cunning and thinks he has succeeded. Who knew that even though I was next to the river, I still took a small step back, thus just avoiding the attack of the spikes. The two sides used tricks on each other, and it seemed that no one was willing to suffer.
At the same time, I made an astonishing move, that is, I raised my waist instantly, leaned back, and instantly folded to an astonishing 80 degrees, perfectly avoiding the machete in his hand.
Because the speed of both parties was so fast, most people would be dazzled by it. Even the man himself looked in disbelief. But I just avoided it, and at the same time, almost without paying attention, I stabbed him with the sharp thorn in my hand.
"ah!"
Sure enough, a scream came out, and I knew what was happening without even looking.
Because the spikes in his hands could not penetrate directly during the fight, but they perfectly drew an arc in the air. But because I can't see it, I don't know what the result will be.
But because of my grasp of the point of force and my ability to perceive the point of exhaustion, if I was not mistaken, because this man did not hit me, the right side of his body was exhausted, and naturally he could not take any further action.
So when I swiped the sharp thorn in my hand, he couldn't avoid it, as if he was waiting to be pricked by me. Immediately, a gash was opened on the right side from the chest to under the right rib by the sharp thorn in my hand.
Blood splatters!
Even though the sharp thorns touch the body, causing a numbing pain, the pain in the skin and flesh is actually far less than the feeling caused by the sharp thorns scratching the bones. Those are really sharp spikes that scratch the bones and cause pain!
Human nerves are actually not very sensitive to the feeling of being injured at a high speed. Instead, it is the bones near the wound and some of the surrounding muscles that really feel the pain.
In fact, I didn't want to let him kill him with one blow. After all, during the time I was in contact with him, I felt that he had many things and secrets that I needed to know.
So even though I couldn't control the shot, I still kept the three points.
However, the subtle feeling of touching the bones still made the hairs on my body stand up instantly. Just like breaking a fish, when the knife cuts through the bones, the feeling is naturally clear.
Because the scream he made was definitely not because of injury, but because of the torture he felt. It really felt like I was torturing him.
When I think about it, with the skill of the Chinese and the decisiveness with which he struck, I absolutely believe that ordinary injuries and accidents will have no impact on him. But it happened that the sharp spikes scratched through the side, scratching almost all the ribs.
If he hadn't been wearing clothes, the gaping wound would have been terrifying. Of course, because of the severe pain under his ribs and the initial injury to the forearm bone in his right hand, he could no longer hold the machete in his right hand.
Although I don't boast that I would be super powerful in the outside world, when I faced this man, I never managed to defeat him. This made me lower my contempt and understand that this man is definitely not simple.
It may seem like a long time, but in fact it's just the blink of an eye. So no matter how injured this man is, I have to be on guard at the same time, because I am alone now.
No matter what happens, I can't die in vain. If I really die, I'm afraid the people in the stone cave won't be able to hold on for long. Although there is no danger there for the time being, it would be very easy for them to kill my companions.
So I paused with one leg by the river and stood up straight again. I saw the man staggering away, his body trembling slightly, and his clothes had been dyed red with blood. He looked at me with resentment, unable to cover the wound.
I noticed that for the first time, there was fear in his eyes. It was a thought that was originally disdainful but now I found it ridiculous. His resentment was mixed with helplessness, but he also felt a bit unwilling, so he held on to the ground and endured it.
! ! !
He actually held a threaded steel rod more than two feet long in his hand, jumped directly into the river, and cried bitterly in front of the corpse!
After making sure that the sharp thorn would not pierce my body directly, I slowly turned around and saw a girl behind me. Similar to this crying girl, she looked to be in her twenties. She was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of denim culottes. He was holding a sharp iron thorn and staring at me fiercely.
"Asshole, did you kill this person?"
The man in camouflage uniform suddenly glared at me. Only then did I see a scar under his right eyelid. It looked like an eyebag, adding a bit of fierceness to his face.
"No, definitely not! We were just passing by here. My friend was injured and was resting here. I saw blood stains here, so I came down to take a look and found that someone died here. It has nothing to do with us. It definitely has nothing to do with it!" I said it almost as fast as I could, naturally I didn't dare to bet that this girl wouldn't do it.
