"Come on." Ronan signaled Maoyan to continue. He did not take action immediately, but was observing Maoyan's moves.
Maoyan's self-evaluation is basically realistic. She belongs to the intuitive critical strike style and is good at killing a single target in a sudden and explosive manner. If it succeeds, it will be magical, as if it can ignore the distance of time and space, and be unpredictable. However, this method consumes energy and energy, and the peaks and valleys are obviously different, making it difficult to achieve precise mechanical control.
Against the tide of rats coming from all directions, accurately killing a single target is only a drop in the bucket. In terms of the key sustaining power, Maoyan is really close.
Her first two blows were able to kill accurately, but the third one was a little off, and four, five, and six were even worse. She adjusted back to the seventh blow, with an interval of about three seconds in between, which can be regarded as an ups and downs rhythm.
After two rounds of impact, the tide of rats rushing into the area within a hundred meters increased instead of decreasing, and the cat's eye was also under great pressure.
The Bosozou chasing behind her, and the devastating battlefield with He Yueyin may affect Chiyu at any time, and she must not only ensure accuracy, but also ensure efficiency. Everything is what Maoyan is least good at.
This is not a question of attitude or ability, but a question of adaptation. Now it is not easy for her to keep her rhythm stable.
Ronan noticed that in just a few seconds, the T-shirt under the cat-eye open-waist jacket had been soaked with sweat and clung to her body. If she continued to wear it like this, her legs might become weak before she even reached the tarmac.
This was a command error.
Ronan reacted immediately: "Adjust it, let's work together. I'll be responsible for cleaning the outside, and you can check for any gaps."
"What are you looking for!" Maoyan shouted in a hoarse voice. She was now driven crazy by the rat tide. She didn't care to look at Ronan's performance. She was nervous and focused. Her response to Ronan was to give him face.
"We don't care about the range of 100 meters, no, we don't care about the range beyond 70 meters. We only deal with the range from 50 meters to 70 meters, and deal with our left wing..."
Ronan pulled the cat's eye with his backhand to help her shift her focus: "Sixty to seventy meters is mine, fifty to sixty meters is yours, you just have to deal with those who crash into the inner circle."
"How do you do that?"
"Do not bother me."
As he spoke, the memory of the structural skeleton of the "Drip Sword" had already aroused Ronan's instinct, and his instinct drove his soul power. Just like writing a familiar text, the water condensation ring and the five auxiliary structures of widening, accelerating, sharpening, bursting, and guiding are like six strokes outlined in one stroke. Complete glyph.
Using the mind as a pen, one can write, draw, carve or sculpt. When it comes to precision-oriented and spiritually capable people like Luo Nan, there is even more delicacy and rigor in the way that the mind creates the form and the mind leaves the form.
Although Maoyan was under great pressure at this time, she still sensed Ronan's thoughts and left traces in the void.
And in order to match her rhythm, Ronan also chose a rhythm interval of three seconds. In just three seconds, the structural skeleton of the fifteen dripping swords had engraved the void and absorbed the water molecules in the air. Condensation into water droplets.
And just when the water droplet appeared, the micron-level dripping sword structural skeleton was already spread out in the void. It was more than five or ten times more than the fifteen formed by gathering water!
"You..." Maoyan rarely missed when he was at the peak of his state, only destroying half of a mouse.
Ronan turned his head sharply: "Tired?"
Just when he turned his head, 15 blood flowers splashed almost simultaneously and collapsed at the same time. The same number of mice fluttered on the ground and twitched, their pupils were splashed with blood and their brains were flowing.
Then came the second wave, the third wave...
Ronan and his group were running with all their strength, and the water droplets and blood flowers swaying out basically formed an elongated arc-shaped fan, and it was like an invisible blade cutting across the sky. Wherever the water arc passed, there were surging waves. The rat shadows fell down in rows.
The way he died was not particularly tragic, even if the water droplets penetrated into the brain cavity and exploded, there was very little bleeding, and only the mouse was seen twitching on the ground. But even such a simple way of death is as eerie and cold as witchcraft and ghost whispers.
Mao Yan clearly guessed the laws inside, but he still wanted to confirm: "Drip Sword?"
"Well, that means the speed of this move is not bad." Ronan replied smoothly, but he was still observing and evaluating in his heart.
While they were cleaning up the rats, the Bosozoku had been "showing off their hand speed" with them. From time to time, blood mist would explode in the tide of rats, and the frequency was also very fast. But in any case, no matter how complete the bodies of those rats that Ronan and Maoyan eliminated in advance, they would never explode again.
It was similar to what he estimated. Although these mice were most likely cloned products, their corresponding abundant vitality was necessary to form a "pressure transfer network". In other words, what the Bosozoku want is live rats, and dead rats are worthless.
Ronan is on the right track.
The problem is that compared to the endless tide of rats, the killing effect of the dripping sword still cannot achieve immediate results. He still has some margin, and the frequency can be improved, but if you think about it carefully, there may be some cumbersome details in the specific process, which slows down the firing speed.
Ronan fired wave after wave while thinking: These cloned rats in the rat tide are all very strong. The stronger they are, the more developed their gland secretion function is. Between the eyes, mouth and nose, the density of water molecules is relatively high, and the temperature is higher than the surrounding environment.
As long as the mental induction locks onto these warm and humid areas, and the structural skeleton of the dripping sword is directly erected, the water-gathering shape can be integrated, and the dripping sword can be directly hit to the most vulnerable areas of the rats.
And in this way, the three auxiliary structures of distance enhancement, acceleration and guidance can be cancelled, and it is enough to retain the sharpening and bursting effects.
Also, since it is such a hasty method, the dripping sword will burst as soon as it is formed, so there is no need to be too rigid about the precision and stability of the structure.
After thinking about it a few times, Ronan's thoughts were everywhere, and the structure of the Dripping Water Sword changed slightly. Although the amount of thought put into each structural skeleton is small, when gathered together, there will be a qualitative change.
Just like in calligraphy, from regular script to running cursive, the square and rigorous glyphs flow and dance in an instant... Well, actually, throwing a dripping sword that does not require a stable structure is not very fun to throw!
About half a minute later, Ronan and his party ran two hundred meters away. At the same time, at least five hundred dripping swords were thrown out like water!
In the area on the left side of the team, abandoned rat corpses stretched all the way. Whether these rats were hiding in the corners of the pipes or in the cracks under the tables and chairs. Whenever they breathe, a drop of water will always appear around their face, and then pierce directly into their vital organs.
Ronan's dripping sword was thrown more and more casually, but the effect was getting better and better. Later, he had almost forgotten the rules of the Dripping Sword. He just focused on the corresponding area with his mind, just like a stroke of a letter, leaving traces that could not be called perfect. After three seconds, the water vapor condensed into beads, which would go straight into the eyes. , penetrated into the brain cavity, exploded and killed.
During this process, rats would occasionally explode into blood mist without any warning, and their vitality was used by the bosozoku to vent their pressure. But on the left wing, within a hundred meters, the density of rats finally began to drop significantly. Especially in the area between 50 and 60 meters, there are cat's eyes checking for deficiencies and filling in the gaps. This woman is getting better and better now, and her behavior is getting more and more ferocious. The rats that bump into this area one after another have their heads exploded. There were no corpses left, so the area was completely cleared.
Later, Ronan didn't even notify Maoyan, so he expanded the 70-meter defense line to 200 meters away. At the same time, he also added the semicircle on the right wing, completely forming a strangulation circle integrating detection and attack.
When you discover it, your mind will move, and when you think about it, your pen will kill your life.
It feels great, right...but after firing several rounds in a row, no one can escape the feeling of emptiness!
Ronan's mental exhaustion was considerable. I remember that he once regarded the large-scale splashing of dripping swords as "pouring milk", which is not unreasonable.
And more importantly, it’s so boring!
At this time, Ronan's way of viewing this process changed again. In his opinion, he is no longer hunting targets, but weaving a web with telepathy to interfere in specific areas of the material world in special forms.
The area is where the rats exhale and salivate, and the form of interference is the dripping sword. A specific form in a specific area creates the result he needs.
Like a simple equation.
But looking at it this way, his overall intervention method is still clumsy. It is just copy and paste without technical content, and it has not yet gotten rid of the rut of manual work.
Well, on a practical level, there are still three seconds for the water droplets to condense, which is also annoying. Many times Ronan has already succeeded, because the water droplets have not yet condensed and formed, allowing the Bosozoku to explode the target first. Otherwise, Ronan's results could be increased by another 20% to 30%.
"There must be a more efficient way, there must be!"
Human beings are always lazy by nature. When faced with a large amount of repetitive work and repetitive problems, they will always consider a simple way to solve all related problems.
Ronan is not exempt from vulgarity.
However, before he could think clearly, after several rounds of dripping swords, faster than he expected, the rat tide in the two hundred meters area on the left and right wings had become scattered. The same goes for advancing to the outside.
Only then did Ronan realize that the Bosozoku had driven the rat tide to its side and rear, and had pulled the team two hundred meters away. Obviously, the opponent felt the interference caused by the massive losses of the rat tide, and this interference was also very disturbing.
"It works!" Gaode, who was behind the cover, could roughly see the movement of the rat tide through thermal imaging and other sensing equipment, and he let out a long breath visibly.
However, he was still a little unbelievable: "How did you kill with this kind of sweeping efficiency... Mr. Luo, your protective suit entered the interference mode, did the president take action?"
"ah?"
Ronan was stunned and subconsciously pressed his chest lightly. Sure enough, the armor on his chest was slightly hot. Checking the relevant records of the mission channel, it turns out that Liuer has automatically switched to the x-band.
As for the reason, it seems that the huge fluctuation in his soul power caused the emergency state to be automatically activated.
