Strictly speaking, it's not that the Guwu-ryu assassination technique is completely ineffective, but that Li Yi's mecha is not a metal shell in the ordinary sense.
This kind of growable mecha itself uses an active metal material.
This reactive metal is inherently very ductile and flexible.
What's more important is that this active metal is not just a material, but the skin of a special creature.
This crust has a peculiarity.
growing up.
Seeing that the man in black robes who had just been pricked with holes by his own assassination technique just turned around and recovered as before, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
Finally, he stopped his suicidal attack under the roar of his companion.
Indeed, he had reached his limit.
If he hadn't relied on his tenacious will to hold on, he might have fallen long ago.
Fortunately, I'm not alone.
For the first time, the stubborn man spoke.
"Thank you."
When he said this, he was speaking directly to his companion.
Chatterbox was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect that his partner, who was not very talkative, would express his gratitude.
This is a bit out of character. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't hold on any longer, I don't think the other party would have said that.
So, he accepted the other party's thanks calmly and gave the other party a reassuring look:
give it to me!
Li Yi glanced at the belated guy and quickly lost interest.
If he was somewhat interested in the Guwu-ryu person just now, there was nothing about the person in front of him that could attract his attention.
So he didn't stop at all, turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute, the person who injured me wants to leave now?"
The person who came later shouted at Li Yi's back.
Li Yi stood still, turned around slowly and said something.
"Do you want to see what you are talking about? I have never done anything. The ones who took action were all your people."
"..."
Indeed, since his companions intercepted him, the target person has indeed not taken action, but has been passively being beaten...
That fat man, yes, compared to the previous slim figure of the ancient martial arts master, this later figure was indeed a fat man with big muscles and a round waist.
The fat man couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he quickly returned to his normal state and spoke plausibly.
"So what? If I say you can't leave, you can't leave."
Li Yi smiled.
"If I want to leave, can you still keep me here?"
As he spoke, two streams of steam immediately erupted from the soles of his feet, and his body instantly flew into the air. As a mecha, if it doesn't even have basic flying capabilities, what's the difference between it and a waste?
A mecha made of active metal can instantly change into a streamlined body, suitable for flying.
The moment the fat man opened his mouth, the mecha changed into the form most suitable for flying. Two long wings sprouted from the back of the body, like angel wings.
Before the fat man had time to react, Li Yi galloped out like a bolt of white lightning.
The fat man's reaction was not slow, but it was still half a beat slower than Li Yi's speed. By the time he reacted, Li Yi had already flown out for a while.
But instead of being in a hurry, the fat man sat down leisurely, took out a bubbling glass bottle from his arms, pulled off the cork, and a purple mist rose into the sky, and then came into his mouth After mumbling for a while, he suddenly threw the bottle to the ground.
The glass suddenly cracked, and purple liquid flowed out. Strangely enough, when the purple liquid flowed to the ground, it disappeared after a while. The ground was clean, and there was not even a damp spot. , as if it had never appeared.
"What are you doing?"
Seeing this, the ancient martial arts legend asked. After resting, he finally came back to his senses, but he still looked sluggish. It was obvious that not only his energy was consumed, but his mental energy was also consumed.
Hearing this, the fat man glanced at him, looking confident and with a meaningful smile.
He did not explain the meaning of his actions, but he was obviously very confident.
What he was more concerned about was the identity of his companion.
"I didn't expect you to know the assassination technique. It's the ancient martial arts style... As far as I know, this ancient martial arts style seemed to have been lost a long time ago, right? Dark fog."
The man suddenly raised his head, looking at the fat man with full surprise and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"You actually know my name?"
The fat man snorted and did not answer. Instead, he looked into the distance. One hand was slightly bent, and his fingers kept flying up and down, as if he was performing some strange ritual.
Then, with joy in his eyes, he spread out the ten fingers of his hands, and then suddenly pulled back. In the dark mist's field of vision, he could clearly see that the fat man's ten fingers had made deep marks, as if they were struck by something invisible. The thread seemed to be tightened.
Just when he was wondering why this scene happened, the fat man suddenly shouted at him.
"Come and help. You are Kowu-ryu, so you must be very strong. Hurry up, I can't hold you back anymore!"
Then, not knowing what the fat man did, he suddenly pulled away one of his hands. An Wu suddenly felt that five thin silk threads were suddenly and firmly tied to his hand. The other end was It seemed that something huge was tied up and it was desperately pulling the silk thread far away. After his hands were tied, the huge pulling force almost dislocated his fingers.
He reacted quite quickly. The moment he heard the fat man shouting, his body reacted naturally. He stood up beautifully and caught the thread thrown by the fat man.
Although I don't know what this means, judging from the fat man's behavior, it must be related to the man in black robe who just ran away.
But he obviously underestimated the opponent's strength.
Even with the help of the fat man who was in full condition, it was difficult for An Wu to pull the thread back with the combined strength of the two. Instead, he was pulled forward by the other party, just like a tug of war. Bit by bit, his body could not help but were carried forward.
"Zhuo! What did this guy eat to grow up? Why is he so strong? My fat man is also a very strong person, but he can't even pull him over with the combined strength of both of us! Is there any reason for this?"
Although the way the fat man spoke now was no different from his usual chatty image, An Wu could still tell at a glance that the fat man at this time was different from the usual fat man.
After all, he has been with the other party's chatty nature for a while, and he is still very familiar with this aspect.
"I remember you said that you were poisoned before, right?"
It seemed that he had never thought that his teammate An Wu would say so many words at once, and the fat man looked a little surprised.
"I'm really not used to you talking so much all of a sudden..."
Anwu smiled.
"I'm just not used to talking to strangers. If you helped me once, then we are no longer strangers."
The fat man was stunned for a moment, but the two of them were unconsciously taken away a long distance. He was so frightened that he quickly used force to pull back a short distance again.
"So that's it, haha, it's interesting. I originally thought you were the kind of killer who likes to pretend to be cool! But it turns out you're not!"
"of course not."
An Wu spoke calmly and glanced at the fat man who was exerting his strength.
"I'm very interested in you. Since you can poison and do puppetry... your level seems to be quite high, so you are a warlock, right?"
"Oh! You actually know about warlocks."
The fat man shouted exaggeratedly.
"Is there anything surprising about this? Isn't it normal?"
An Wu said, seeming to look into the distance intentionally or unintentionally. There was a corner where the city guard camp was located. Normally, this corner was the kind of place that was forgotten.
"There are very few normal men who can become the leader's subordinates."
"But one thing is for sure."
"That means there will definitely be no genetic warriors!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The last words were spoken by both of them almost at the same time.
Then, the two of them laughed in perfect harmony.
And with this laughter, the ten invisible threads are gradually getting closer.
