The battle with the self-proclaimed Adjutant Wood actually did not last too long. This was not because Wood was not strong. On the contrary, this man had been an undercover agent in the Principality's military for many years, and had even managed to sneak into the Principality's Fortress Deputy. The guy who holds the position of commander is also stronger than most people imagine - in addition to the powerful fighting skills he has shown before, this guy seems to also use a technique similar to mental coercion.
Judging from the few words revealed when Duan Qing checked his own character attributes, the enemy named Wood seemed to have particularly strong mental attributes, and would exude this strong will in battle, thus shocking the surrounding people. enemy actions. This so-called suppression naturally has no effect on the players' fighting process in the game, because virtual reality cannot directly affect the players' brains and spirits - at best, it can scare everyone through images - but the system of the free world naturally There are ways to materialize various negative states, and this coercion is reflected on the people present, and it becomes...a reduction in physical strength.
The upper limit of physical strength of more than a dozen players present has been reduced by more than 50%. Those with weak spirit and will can only find a little green hope under their own life bar.
“I don’t have the physical strength to crack an egg!”
"I can only sprint five steps, and then I run out of energy..."
"I'm a little better than you, but even if I rush to the BOSS, I can't use my skills... Do I have to grind him to death with a flat slash?"
"hateful……"
"Brother Mo... I heard they called you that, right?"
After the muffled sound of another fist fight, Spartak, who was dressed in a strong suit, finally lost his temper and turned to Duan Qing, who was sitting on the side holding a big knife and seemed to have nothing to do with him, and asked: "How about you?" Aren’t you going to give it a try?”
"Try what?"
"Try... how to break the other party's shackles."
Another group of players screamed and retreated under Wood's attack. Spartak squeezed his fists and stared at the smiling figure of the BOSS again: "Behind that guy is the commander. Although the room has been blown to pieces, there should be... survivors."
"Dusk should be in there too."
"No wonder..." Duan Qing smiled and shook his head: "This guy can't even move a step."
"I don't know when he appeared here." Spartak's voice was still cold: "But since I woke up...he has been guarding this door."
"Have you come to see the general?"
"Of course, I discovered such a big thing before...it's always right to tell him."
Behind the corridor in the distance, the thick smoke became less dense than before, but instead, the shouts of death from below gradually grew louder. Pressing his still aching chest, Duan Qing shook his head helplessly, then held on to the handle of the knife and climbed up slowly: "Can't... let people take a rest..."
"Brother Mo is so strong, this small injury should not be a problem." The other party said without looking back: "I have also been reduced by 30% of my physical strength, otherwise..."
"Hey, looking at you looking so aggressive, I thought you were fine."
"The system wants to impose sanctions, and there is nothing you and I can do." Spartak crossed his arms: "Besides... I have been targeted by the other party."
"oh?"
"Once I get close, my upper limit of physical strength will drop again." The man in the suit whispered: "So... I have no choice but to fight with him head-on."
What a man, can't you withdraw yourself...
Looking at the pile of scratches on the ground, Duan Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly, then crossed his body and walked in front of him: "Very good tank, you have done a good job..."
His answer was a cold snort: "Stop talking nonsense..."
"But." Looking at Adjutant Wood who was looking back and forth in his direction, Duan Qing muttered in a low voice: "I'm just afraid... the other party doesn't only have this one trick."
As soon as he finished speaking, a violent stream of air suddenly burst out not far in front of Duan Qing, and then turned into several invisible air blades, reflecting back and forth between the aisles of the corridor at extremely fast speeds. Some players who were hit without enough time to dodge covered their cuts and fell down screaming, while others who successfully evaded had to retreat again - with their little remaining physical strength, Already exhausted in all-out evasion.
"Look." Duan Qing pointed forward and said, "That's it, the BOSS's skills can't be matched..."
"Can that still be called BOSS?"
"Hey……"
Spartak, who sneered, was about to continue speaking when several nearby players who retreated already shouted in this direction: "I said... you two, think of a way!"
"Yeah, I know you two are great masters..."
"Hurry, hurry, even if it's just to save a few of our lives..."
"Don't be ridiculous, our lives are the least valuable." Duan Qing hugged the giant sword and said, "But... there is always a way."
"Oh? What do you mean, do you have the skills to restrain him?"
"That's true, I'm not a god." Duan Qing smiled, and then his expression became serious: "But I have to say it first..."
"This BOSS battle has nothing to do with personal gain or loss, or rewards. Our only purpose... is to kill the guy on the opposite side."
Looking at the other scattered players who slowly retreated after hearing the sound, Duan Qing said solemnly: "Do you have any opinions?"
"No, that's how it is."
"That's right, if Fars Fortress is gone, how can we play in the future?"
"Yes, yes..."
Seeing those guys who were hesitant at first also nodded in the general trend, Duan Qing smiled again: "Very good, then follow my command."
"This BOSS looks really strong. The average team probably can't do anything about it, but it's a pity..."
He flicked his eyes that way: "There are many of us."
****************************
About half a minute later, the players on Duan Qing's side started again. But this time, the players lined up in scattered rows in the corridor, and then walked slowly towards Wood's location.
That's right, everyone is walking because it doesn't consume physical energy.
"interesting……"
His eyes became sharp, and the man who called himself Wood showed an incomprehensible smile. His hanging arms slowly swung back, and then he jerked forward: "I'll just let you move around."
Following his action, two invisible air blades flew towards the other end of the corridor, and then hit the two players on the way as expected. However, unlike the previous screams and running around, these two players When they fell to the ground, they uttered words like complaints.
"……Hit the jackpot."
"X, so unlucky..."
"I told you not to stand on my side, but you insist on standing here... Hey, hey, don't move, don't move..."
Under Wood's surprised gaze, the remaining players still maintained their order and walked forward calmly. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at his face, as if they were staring at a dead person. .
"The adventurers of the Principality... seem to still have some courage."
The smile on his face became wider, and Wood bent down and spread his arms, ready to teach these people who seemed to never change their expressions in the face of death and dared to stare at him a bigger lesson. Little did he know that those players were thinking about something completely different.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm so ugly..."
"Are you ugly? Who am I if you are ugly..."
"Besides, you only get beaten if you are ugly. Last time I bet on the competition, that guy Koala seemed to have guessed everything wrong, which caused me to lose a lot..."
"Your ugliness is not the same thing as what we are talking about... Ouch, almost, almost, I said... can you two stay away from me..."
"Don't hit me, don't hit me...ah? What did you say?"
While joking, two more players fell, but the distance between the remaining people and the BOSS became closer and closer. As the swords and guns gradually stood up, the anger in Wood's eyes became more and more intense. The next moment, he hugged his chest with both hands, as if he was planning to use the big move he used before again, but the reaction of someone behind him was much worse than He had to go faster - seeing his movements, Duan Qing, who had been following him, suddenly shouted: "It's now! Come on!"
"Drink ah ah ah! Beat him up for me!"
"Fig! It's up to you!"
"Xiaoqi! If you can't kill that guy, don't ask me to find you a girlfriend again!"
Amidst the chaotic shouting, several people standing in the front of the team suddenly exerted their strength, grabbed the bodies of the players behind, and threw them in the direction of the BOSS. While the look of surprise and anger reappeared on that face, Wood's movements did not stop, and the frantic airflow completely exploded in the next moment.
boom!
During another flurry of air blades, two of the players who were thrown over were unfortunately hit by random bullets and fell to the ground like rag bags. However, the surviving players, including those at the back, finally withstood the violent chaos. flow, and then all rushed forward with swords - after so many sacrifices, their physical strength had been preserved to the maximum extent, and it was time to let it out in one wave.
"Finally we're here...it's really troublesome."
"There is no way, they are all savages, and not many of them know each other. To be able to achieve this level has exceeded my expectations."
Looking at the figure of the BOSS flying up and down in the chaos of knives, Duan Qing relaxed his shoulders, then bent forward and assumed a sprinting posture: "Your lock-on should be gone, right?"
"Of course, the other party is not a god." His knuckles made a crackling sound, and Spartak took two steps forward: "I can also have a good fight."
"That's impossible."
Maintaining that posture, Duan Qing said motionlessly: "Once you rush over, the other party will definitely focus on taking care of you again, so..."
"You only get one chance."
Looking at the players in front who were already dead and injured, Spartak showed a helpless look: "Okay... there is not much time left."
"Watch it!"
A violent stream of air suddenly burst out from his body. The next moment, as the floor exploded, he stepped on the spot and disappeared from Duan Qing's eyes.
"burn one's boats!"
Pokong's body made a sonic boom-like sound in the air in the corridor, and in the blink of an eye he reached Wood, who was still fighting with other players. Wood, who was aware of the attack, punched away the sword handed to him from the side, then turned around suddenly, his hands moving forward and back, blocking the path of the indomitable fist.
"Sacrificing one punch!"
Bang!
A deafening muffled sound echoed in the front and back of the corridor, but the players present no longer had the opportunity to watch the battle at close range - while the sudden explosion of air blew everyone nearby away, the two fighting parties were No one left that place, completely confronting each other in the most direct way. Adjutant Wood, who was still as steady as a rock, was about to smile. After the blocked fist, another fist followed the previous straight line and hit him in the head.
"It's not over yet!"
Lunge, cross body, the body of the well-dressed man sank, and with a simple straight punch, he hit Wood's forehead with his right fist. The latter reached out and slapped forward, almost deflecting the powerful and heavy fist from its original direction. However, the man's right leg had already crossed over again, and the purpose was not to attack the enemy's lower body, but to hit it hard. He stepped on the ground.
"Bang Fist!"
Amidst the whistling sound, the man's left fist hit Wood's chest like a hammer. Although it was blocked again by his quickly withdrawn left hand, his body finally began to retreat. The man in the suit's eyes lit up, and he took another step forward, as if holding Shan Yue's right fist through space, and instantly handed it to Wood's eyes.
"Open the mountain gate!"
Bang!
The players who had just gotten up were once again knocked around by the same storm as before. Adjutant Wood, who was hit directly on the chest by this punch, finally spit out a mouthful of blood, and his feet drew a shallow mark on the ground. But the next moment, with lightning-fast movements, he grabbed Spartak's hand and showed a successful smile.
"Interesting technique, it can actually superimpose power, but it's a pity..."
He twisted his hands and captured both of the man's fists: "This simple boxing technique cannot possibly defeat me, a fighting expert!"
The turbulent air flow surged around, and the heart-wrenching sound of bone grinding began to come from the intersecting arms of the two. There was a slight look of pain on his face. Spartak lowered his eyebrows and watched the movement. He stretched his arms in confusion and looked at his status bar: "It seems... you are not planning to decide the outcome directly with me."
"Of course I can." Wood still maintained a smile on his thin face: "But I know...you have amazing power in your body, so..."
"For the sake of safety, it's better to solve the problem this way."
After trying to struggle with his hands, Spartak's head shed a few drops of sweat: "Simple thinking is also very suitable for your identity, but..."
"I have an easier way."
"how……"
Before Wood could say anything, the man suddenly took a step forward and moved his right knee in front of the opponent. However, this time he was immediately blocked by the opponent with the same knee: "Is this your way? Hahahaha... ah!"
Boom!
As the man's right leg dropped and his body leaned forward, a huge head suddenly enlarged in his field of vision, and then hit the bridge of his nose with a loud bang. (To be continued.)
