bookrandom Chapter 149 I cried to death
Chapter 149 I cried to death
Lin Hun suddenly realized that he always solved the problem quickly by chopping off the fishman's head with a sword, which seemed to have underestimated the fishman's physique. However, when he saw that the fishman's arms and spine were slightly abnormally distorted when he struggled to stand up, he understood.
"I told you that you couldn't be unscathed after receiving such a powerful force from me."
As for the blood flowing from the lifted fishman's body, it had accumulated into a small lake in a short period of time. Blood no longer flowed from the holes in his body. His skin was a deathly pale gray, and blood was dripping from the toes of his feet, rubbing weakly on the ground.
Lin Hun watched as his chest ceased to bulge after deflation for the last time.
The word "bleeding" in the blood-letting hammer is not only reflected in its deformation, but also in the unhealable wounds it causes.
"You three have done enough. Stop now. It won't be long before you can leave this nightmare behind. There's no need to get hurt any more."
Lin Hun is always willing to respect and persuade the warriors.
The two fishmen said nothing as they dragged their brother's body and charged towards Lin Hun again. They were afraid that they would die in the next second, afraid that they would wail loudly in pain in the next second, and worried that if they retreated, they would no longer have the courage to charge.
"Since my brothers have already sacrificed their lives for the charge, we naturally cannot retreat."
The two were determined and did not hesitate at all.
Lin Hun had good hearing and could hear the snapping sound of their bones interlocking;
Lin Hun had good eyesight and could see the feeble rise and fall of their chests;
Lin Hun has a good sense of smell and can smell the blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.
As the flame in his hand ignited, the blood crystal of the blood-letting hammer was burned into a wisp of smoke by the high temperature, and Lin Hun put the toy back into his pocket.
"clang!" With a flick of his wrist, the Black Knight's sword separated from the scabbard. Lin Hun knew that he could not persuade the three people, so he could only give them the treatment they deserved.
A red light flashed, and three wisps of ashes scattered freely appeared.
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On the rest of the journey, Lin Hun continued to sweep the nodes, while looking forward to the appearance of brave villagers.
But in reality, there were very few people who had the courage to attack him, and only one appeared after the three fish men.
Although it was normal, Lin Hun still felt a little regretful.
"Ding--"
The bell rang, and Brado's figure appeared out of thin air from the ground. Lin Hun, who had already known that he existed as a conscious body, was not surprised by his appearance.
"Hahaha! Boy, I told you we would meet again! Are you ready to enjoy endless hunting?"
Brado's words made Lin Hun realize that all consciousnesses' memories were shared. "I just don't know how many consciousnesses there are?"
Lin Hun was right in front of him, and Brado stabbed the weapon in his hand to the familiar position without hesitation. As an opponent he had fought with once, he knew that the fighting styles of both sides were open and close. As the party with less strength, they naturally had to seize the opportunity and thoroughly grasp the rhythm of the battle in order to have a chance of winning.
"Huh?" The familiar pain and strong smell of blood did not appear. Brad exclaimed in surprise and quickly lowered his head.
Brado saw that his palms were just clenched empty, and his familiar partner had run off to somewhere unknown. However, because he was already used to it, Brado did not notice anything wrong when he appeared.
"Hey, are you looking for it?"
Lin Hun threw the undeformed bloodletter in his hand high up and then caught it gently. A crisp "pa pa pa" sound came from the palm of his hand.
Brado raised his eyebrows, feeling something was wrong. He turned his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw that his familiar partner had run into the hands of the hunter on the opposite side without him knowing. The casual posture made him feel itchy.
In the past, he felt nothing when holding the blood-letting hammer in his hand. Now that he is in the position of prey, Brado, as the former owner of the blood-letting hammer, is more aware of the terrifying pressure that the blood-letting hammer still exists even when it is not deformed.
"Why. Why? Why! My weapon is in your hands!" Brad saw something that was completely incomprehensible and could only roar helplessly.
Lin Hun just laughed and didn't say anything. His throwing and catching movements became more and more smooth. Every crisp sound when the blood-letting hammer touched his palm seemed to hit Brado's heart directly.
After all these years, this was the first time that Brado encountered a situation where his weapon was taken away by others after his consciousness dissipated. As a pure melee fighter, he had no long-range weapons except the bleeding hammer. In other words, he was now penniless and had no weapons that could fight against Lin Hun.
Brad calmed down and realized that the situation was very bad.
"Well," Brad lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, and asked carefully, "Can we reconcile?"
"Why are you pretending to be a little girl when you are a grown man? Die!"
Lin Hun stuffed the blood-letting hammer into his waist bag and inserted the sword into the sheath. There was a crisp "clang" sound.
"Now it's your turn to enjoy my big baby!!!"
With a wild laugh, Lin Hun picked up the sword and rushed towards Brado.
Brad saw Lin Hun's aggressive posture. If he had a weapon in his hand, he would naturally charge forward with a wild laugh. But now his hands were empty, so he dared not stay. He ran away without stopping for a moment.
When he escapes, he chases him, and he cannot fly without wings.
Because he was worried that Brado might be killed with one sword, Lin Hun deliberately turned the blade over and hit him with the sword body.
He was so gentle, it made me cry.
Every time Lin Hun's sword landed behind Brado's heels, the tip of the sword cut his clothes into rags, but each time it just grazed his skin.
The feeling of swords dancing made Brado's adrenaline surge, and he was afraid that he would be cut in half if he was a step slower.
However, human power is always limited, and Brado's speed began to slow down gradually. Every time this happened, Lin Hun would catch up in two steps and strike him with the sword without hesitation.
Although the damage caused by the blade is not as terrible, the power of the sword is undiminished. Any touch will destroy it, and any contact will leave it damaged.
Brado, who was running in front, was really miserable. Even though Lin Hun deliberately slowed down the speed of swinging the sword to give him enough time to prepare and dodge, he couldn't have his cake and eat it too. When he concentrated on accelerating, he would inevitably be a little slow in dodging.
In less than ten minutes, one of Brado's arms was broken by Lin Hun's powerful blow.
The white broken bones pierced through the flesh and were exposed to the air. The feeling of the flesh and bones rubbing against each step made Brado's blood boil. He wished he could turn around and fight Lin Hun for three hundred rounds.
However, Brado realized that he had never learned any kung fu, and all his skills depended on his partner for survival. In the end, he faced the reality and ran away obediently.