In the lord's longhouse, the battle has broken out.

Zhou Jing rushed forward quickly, using his knife to protect himself and then thrusting towards the short-haired man.

brush!

The wind screamed.

At this time, his speed, strength, and explosive power are all more powerful than before.

Because of his own foundation, the power generated by the secondary enhancement is significantly stronger than that of a normal secondary enhancement hunter.

However, the short-haired man's face did not change, he did not advance but retreated. He did not use weapons and faced him with bare hands.

The blade of the knife stabs as fast as lightning, straight to the heart.

The short-haired man suddenly stretched out his hand, and the speed was equally astonishing. His five fingers formed claws and he grasped the blade of the blade accurately.

呲呲呲

The blade cut across the fingers, but did not cut off the palm. Instead, it made the sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.

"Grab the knife with your hand?!"

Zhou Jing frowned and tugged hard. Although the force overpowered the opponent and pulled the long knife back a certain distance, the blade was still tightly grasped by the short-haired man.

Another knife was slashed out, but his companion was accurately blocked by the short-haired man, who grasped the blade halfway with his palm.

The two swords and hands were frozen in mid-air.

"ha!"

The short-haired man suddenly exhaled and twisted his hands violently.

Snap! Snap!

The two severely worn knives were broken in the middle at the same time!

Without saying a word, Zhou Jing raised his leg and kicked him.

The short-haired man does the same thing.

The two kicked each other simultaneously.

Bang! Bang!

Zhou Jing felt a strong force coming, and his whole body fell backwards uncontrollably, slamming into the wall.

There was a bang, cracks spread in the wall, and dust fell from the wall.

There was a cramping pain in the abdomen, and it was not like just being kicked. It seemed that a strange force had penetrated into the abdomen and was running around in the internal organs.

He raised his eyes and looked at the short-haired man who had also been kicked by him.

I saw the opponent taking six or seven steps back, then he took a lunge to stabilize his body, his hands were in a palm position, and they were stretched forward and backward, as if holding a bow and arrow, with the palm of the front hand facing up and the palm of the back hand facing down, forming a posture.

A wide open and closed boxing frame.

The short-haired man's clothes were shaking all over, and then immediately calmed down, as if there was air turbulence in his body.

The palm that had just broken Zhou Jing's swords had only a white mark on it and was not injured at all.

Zhou Jing couldn't help but look at the panel again and re-read the attribute detection results of the short-haired man.

[Attributes: physical strength 34, resistance 36, perception 24, spirit 12, energy 40 (first-order max)]

At first glance, he looks average, and even his physical ability is not as good as his second-strengthened self.

But Zhou Jing has never seen the "energy" attribute in any hunter. This is the first person he has found who possesses this attribute and has reached the first-level limit!

Because there is no reference object, Zhou Jing has never been clear about the actual performance of the "energy" attribute.

But he can be sure of one thing. His resistance has reached 31 points, but he is far from being able to grasp the blade unscathed... There is only a resistance difference of 5 points. The change cannot be so big, right?

It is basically certain that this performance is related to the "energy" attribute.

Although you can see the attributes, you can only know the opponent's specific abilities only when they fight.

A person's true combat effectiveness and attributes are only the basis, and various skills and techniques are the biggest difference.

In addition, this kind of attribute distribution...is not like a different blood warrior!

Zhou Jing's eyes narrowed.

At this time, the short-haired man said calmly:

"The body is good, but the skills are rough... Just lie down and save me some trouble."

Hearing this, Zhou Jing threw away the broken knife, took out two spare long knives, suppressed the pain in his stomach, and rushed forward again.

He didn't ask any questions, knowing full well that he wouldn't get an answer, so he didn't waste any more time.

The luck caused the hunter to breathe quickly, and Zhou Jing's speed suddenly increased. The two swords struck each other, and then the sword light danced.

brush brush brush

A series of quick knives struck the short-haired man from all angles again and again.

Zhou Jing's sword skills went straight and forward, attacking the enemy's vital points again and again, but he was also careful not to let the short-haired man grab the blade again.

Once the short-haired man showed signs of such an action, he would immediately change the path of the knife and turn it into a feint, or simply close the knife.

The short-haired man strikes quickly with a pair of fleshy palms flying up and down, slapping, smearing, knocking, stroking, shaking, grabbing, pushing, taking... The changes in his moves are dazzling, and they are quite methodical.

clang clang clang

A pair of palms are extremely tough, like gold and iron, and they have been struck by the two swords countless times during fierce battles.

The two of them were fighting and moving in the castle hall, like a destructive hurricane. All kinds of furniture were caught in the battle circle and were all smashed into pieces.

The walls were banging, banging, and the ground became bumpy as the two collided.

The more than thirty guards in the castle quickly retreated, not daring to continue the siege, for fear of being involved in the battle between these two humanoid beasts, and a casual collision could seriously injure someone.

After fighting for a while, the short-haired man dodged a vertical slash sideways, seized the opportunity, and punched out with his iron fist, the tip of the fist hitting the side of the blade.

clang!

Half of the blade flew away!

The short-haired man took a short breath, quickly regained his strength, swung his hands together, and swung away the other knife. At the same time, he pressed his palms on Zhou Jing's chest with smooth movements.

Bang!

Zhou Jing's throat felt sweet and he staggered back.

The short-haired man quickly followed up, and slapped a pair of iron palms in succession. The changing palm movements hit Zhou Jing's chest one after another, making a dull thud.

However, his combo of attacks did not last. Rose, who was standing by with no sense of presence, suddenly pounced from behind and stabbed the short-headed man in the back of the heart with his dagger.

"snort."

The short-haired man noticed the strong wind behind him, snorted coldly, kicked Zhou Jing away, and used his strength to do a backflip, causing Ross to jump into the air.

As he climbed over Rose's head, he punched him down.

Bang!

Rose's head exploded like a watermelon, and his imagination was wide open.

The headless corpse fell to the ground and slid forward for a distance.

The short-haired man somersaulted to the ground, glanced at Rose, who was killed by his own punch after a failed sneak attack, and snorted:

"Oh, what a trivial trick, you are really looking for death."

He didn't even need to feel the breath, he could confirm that Rose was dead at a glance... After all, a person would die without a head.

A warrior of different blood who was strengthened for the first time was as fragile as an ordinary person in his hands.

On the other side, Zhou Jing slammed into the wall and finally stopped his retreat. A mouthful of fishy sweetness surged up and he couldn't hold it down at all.

"puff!"

Zhou Jing suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and felt as if his chest was collapsing.

A sense of powerlessness erupted from the injured area, sweeping through his limbs and bones, and his breathing became disordered.

As the body's genes collapsed and the injuries worsened, Zhou Jing was almost leaning against the wall to stay standing. Even his [Toughness] talent could not suppress the pain at this time.

"Hey, it's really awesome..."

Zhou Jing gasped, feeling severe pain all over his body. He slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, but revealed a strange smile.

After this fight, he was basically sure that he was no match for this person.

The sheer difference in combat power means that you can't beat them head-on.

My wild attacks cannot break through the steady defense of others, but the other party's close attacks with unknown energy are much more destructive than a person who simply uses strength, and their skills are far superior to mine.

He looked down at Rose's body and stared at it silently for a few seconds. Then he tried to stand up and pointed the knife at the short-haired man tremblingly.

Although he didn't speak, the short-haired man still understood what he meant.

Seeing that Zhou Jing was unsteady, the short-haired man looked at his injuries and shook his head.

The hunter's heart and lungs were probably broken by his lack of mercy just now, and he was basically hopeless.

However, seeing Zhou Jing's fighting spirit, the short-haired man nodded and said casually:

"Well, I'll give you a ride."

With that said, the short-haired man stepped forward and slowly walked towards Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing took a deep breath and held his breath regardless of the severe pain all over his body.

Lightning strike!

He took off the heavy knife on his back and threw it with all his strength. Then he held the last long knife and strode forward.

The heavy knife whirled and whirled, making a heavy sound of wind, but it seemed to have been smashed crookedly.

The short-haired man's expression didn't change, he simply moved a step to the side, turned sideways to pass the heavy knife, and let it punch a big hole in the wall, making a loud roar.

Seeing Zhou Jing's fearless charge getting closer and closer, the short-haired man didn't squint his eyes, secretly raising his energy and accumulating it in his arms.

He planned to use a violent offensive to take Zhou Jing away directly to solve tonight's troubles and go to bed early.

But at this moment...

Poof!

The short-haired man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his crotch, and a sense of weakness suddenly swept through his body.

He looked down in confusion, his pupils trembling.

Just as he was dodging the heavy knife, the short-haired man took a step forward and stepped right next to Rose's headless body.

The corpse certainly wouldn't cause any trouble.

But at this moment, the short-haired man could hardly believe his eyes.

What's going on? This man's head has grown back again?!

This corpse that was supposed to be headless actually came alive again!

Rose's face was expressionless, he grabbed the dagger directly and stabbed it between his legs!

"ah"

The incident happened suddenly, and the short-haired man was completely unprepared.

He didn't even have time to think about what was going on. The pain beyond the limit instantly occupied his mind, and he screamed miserably.

The man's vitals were severely injured and his strength disappeared instantly.

At this moment, Zhou Jing rushed in front of him and hit him with a long knife.

puff!

The blade came out from the back.

Just stabbed through the heart!

The short-haired man stared at Zhou Jing with wide eyes, only disbelief in his eyes.

The next moment, he let out a roar mixed with rage and anger.

"Ah! Ah!"

With the short-haired man as the center, a burst of energy burst out!

He was extremely angry and took action with hatred. With thunderous force between his palms, he hit Zhou Jing's chest and abdomen hard.

Bang!

Zhou Jing flew out like a cannonball, spraying out black blood and leaving a blood line along the way.

He smashed a wall and was buried in the rubble.

The short-haired man looked at Rose with bloodshot eyes.

Rose's face was expressionless, still holding the dagger inserted in his crotch, and stirring it vigorously.

Bang!

With a furious palm, he smashed Rose's head.

Then a storm of palm blows fell, beating Rose's body into debris all over the ground.

The short-haired man's face was twisted in pain, and he couldn't even take a deep breath.

He tightly held the long knife inserted in his heart, dragged his bloody crotch, and moved step by step to the pile of rubble where Zhou Jing was buried.

Suddenly there was a bang and the pile of rubble exploded!

The stones scattered in all directions, and Zhou Jing suddenly jumped out and punched the man in the throat.

Click!

The throat is dented and broken.

The short-haired man was unable to dodge or had no intention of dodge.

He ignored the fist that hit his throat and slapped Zhou Jing on the head with a slap.

Zhou Jing only had time to turn his head slightly when a sharp tearing pain came from his jaw.

Snap!

The bloody half of the mandible flew out.

Zhou Jing's eyes were fierce, and he didn't care about the severe pain involving his nerves. He held the long knife inserted into the heart of the short-haired man with both hands and stirred it hard.

The short-haired man opened his eyes angrily, looked directly at Zhou Jing, and tried his best to raise his hand, trying to kill the enemy in front of him.

However, the severe injury to his heart caused his remaining strength to drain away along with the blood.

With a plop, the short-haired man finally couldn't support his body and fell to the ground.

Zhou Jing pressed the handle of the knife with both hands to support his stance.

One horizontally and one vertically.

"You...uh..."

The short-haired man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the blood gurgling from his mouth prevented him from even uttering a complete sentence.

The short-haired man stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes gradually turning gray, and he refused to close his eyes.

He never thought that he would die here like this, at the hands of a native.

At the same time, Zhou Jing's panel flashed:

[The alien life form has been killed]

[Absorbing the opponent's naturally accumulated astral energy...]

[You get 3630 astral points, 28 information state particles]

Zhou Jing had no time to pay attention to the panel. He pulled out the long knife from the body of the short-haired man and looked up at Lute whose expression changed dramatically on the second floor.

Tap tap tap

At this moment, the sound of dense footsteps came closer and closer.
Chapter completed!