"This city... hasn't seen a new limiter for a long time. You are the only new person I have seen in the past few years!" The man who was holding an umbrella from mid-air slowly landing on the ground tilted his head slightly, glanced at the three cars left behind Shier, then withdrew his gaze and landed on Shier. "If you don't defeat you, you will definitely not let me find them, then we will all hurry up and save some time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "splash" sound and appeared not far from Charles. He held the brim of his hat in one hand and the umbrella in the other hand and stabbed forward as much as possible, using the tip of the umbrella as a weapon.

When I was practicing with Rotalie before, the girl told Charles that the so-called "overlimits" who really play a key role is the corrupt substances in their hands. This species of humans can indeed surpass the current limits of their bodies again and again, but in the end there is a real and insurmountable limit.

When people encounter a limit that can never be broken, it represents the potential limit of the human species. Therefore, regardless of gender, age, they reach the end of the road to the limit, without using equipment, and their strength is basically the same.

Even Angrace's granddaughter needs to dig a grave to find some useful corrupt substances. This wild, over-limited person should not have any special equipment, right?

The tip of the umbrella became clearer in Charles' eyes. He could even see the lights reflected from the silver cone of the umbrella. He took a step back to prepare for the fight, but at this moment, the umbrella suddenly opened with a bang. Any unexpected thing in the battle will often cause confusion in information processing.

There was a trace of confusion in Charle's eyes, and in less than 0:00 a second, one foot kicked over from the side of the umbrella.

He reacted quickly and slapped his hands to remove part of the force and force, but it was only part of it. The huge force made him feel very familiar, just like when Rotalie was playing with him. The irresistible force made his feet, shoes and the ground completely invalid. He was even kicked and hit the wall of the apartment with a bang.

Several bricks were scattered all over the ground with dust. Charles coughed twice and stood up with the wall. While he was kicked away, he controlled the skin and muscles of his body to a limit. This is the "defense" of the person who exceeds the limit, so even if the wall was knocked into a depression, he just coughed a few times.

With a whistle, the umbrella was put away. The man in the top hat looked at Charles, raised his eyebrows, and walked towards the warehouse area elegantly, but Charles blocked him again.

"Where do you want to go? You haven't defeated me yet..." He twisted his shoulders and moved other joints of his body. Although the kick just now made him feel a little embarrassed, he said he was injured, but he was really not injured. He tore off the torn clothes on his body, revealing his strong and strong body, and his eyes became different from before.

"This is my first battle to welcome this world. You can't just let me be recognized by this world in such a embarrassing way, right? Sir?" After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and swelled in his chest. The brick floor on his right foot suddenly sank down. The man in the top hat took two steps back. Only then did he hear the sound of "tong". Charles appeared in front of him as if he had a feint.

His toes swept across the man's cheek just one inch away from the tip of the man's nose. It was just a little short of that, and he could kick the man in the man's cheek.

"So fast!" The man in the top hat became serious. Charles' short distance movement speed was so fast that he didn't react much, and he appeared in front of him and started attacking.

Of course, this also showed the gap between him and Shire. Even if he did not react, his rich experience allowed him to feel Shire's attack through the changes in the dust on the ground, allowing him to dodge and immediately start a counterattack.

The man with the left foot as the dot, turned 360 degrees at almost the same speed, and kicked out diagonally upwards. Charles was kicked away with a "whip" and kicked the tendons of his thighs. It was sour, numb, and painful. The sour feeling was indescribable in words!

He felt himself kicking, then flying, and his right leg seemed a little less obedient.

The man in the top hat failed to end the attack like he did just now. Shire's words made him understand that if he didn't really "destroy" the young man, he would stick to himself like a dog skin plaster-

Pharmacists extract a black and viscous paste by boiling some herbs and animal fur. This black paste has extremely terrible medicinal power and will quickly disperse energy (calorie) that the human body can perceive. It is an external ointment.

So the best way is to knock him down and defeat him!

He held the umbrella in his hat with one hand and supported the ground hard. He turned his head and looked at the wall, directly violating the principles of mechanics... Anyway, mechanics is not a law here. He stepped on the wall like a flat ground and kicked several steps, catching up with Charles who was kicked away by him in the air, kicked the wall again, and appeared directly above Charles with the help of the power brought by the wall.

The raised legs not only violated the mechanical distance, but also violated the structure of the human body at this time. The strange angle did not break. The heel was knocked down and the whole ground trembled slightly with a clang.

The man in the top hat in the air held the umbrella handle and pushed forward, raised the umbrella and spread it open with a bang, and he slowly landed on the ground. He looked at the blurry figure in the dust and frowned slightly.

It was obvious that he was a little unhappy now, so he took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, "One minute, defeat you..."

The dust in his eyes suddenly shrank inward, and the man in the top hat suddenly looked like a drunkard, like a drunken drunk, pouring over the side. The umbrella that changed hands in time pushed towards the ground, just supporting his body.

He tilted his head slightly, and Charles had already appeared at the position that was flush with his shoulders before. Charles' face, which was bleeding, had a kind of fighting spirit. If the man from the top hat had not avoided it just now, his face had already collided with Charles' knee.

It was at this time that the dust on the ground suddenly exploded!

The polite man grabbed Charle's ankle as soon as he reached out. The force of his flying collision straightened the figure of the man in the top hat. The man in the top hat threw Charle on the ground with force, and then the man in the whole person was swung up several times, and finally kicked away and embedded in the wall across the road.

Looking at Charles, the man in the top hat had a complicated expression, a little relieved, and a little inexplicably... the feeling of dissatisfaction.

"Excellent strength, speed, physical fitness, but poor skills. You are no match for me at all, even..." His words suddenly paused. Just now, his heart shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat suddenly slammed. Although his heartbeat returned to its correct rhythm in time, the panic caused by the loss of control of the blood flow at that moment changed slightly.

He felt a strong sense of danger as if he was targeted by some terrible predator!

Not far away, in a luxurious room about two or three kilometers away, Palov, who was already sleepy and half asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. She quickly walked to the window and looked towards the slightly bright bridge in the distance. There was a special thing spreading from there to the surroundings, which was a characteristic!

She had no time to change her clothes at this time, so she opened the window and jumped out. Although she was an alchemist, it did not mean that she could not practice some other things. No top professional could only practice things in a narrow field. They would practice many other things at the same time. Although there would be many systems, in the end, the end of the roads was the same.

While she was running barefoot on the road, the man in the top hat had a second palpitation. The street was clearly clean, no one spoke, and there was no noise, but a "boom" sound came from his ear, and then his heartbeat missed another beat.

A sweat bead slowly slipped off the man's temples of the top hat who had always cared about his appearance, but he didn't dare to wipe them. He felt that as long as he moved, the guy hanging on the wall would kill him, and he completely turned into a prey locked by the predator. As long as he moved, he would die.

"No!" The man with the top hat suddenly thought of something, and the face of the man with the top hat stood on the side again, "He was preparing his momentum! He gritted his teeth, and the umbrella in his hand banged open. At the moment when he opened, Charles, whose eyes were locked firmly, suddenly disappeared. While the man with the top hat shrank to his limit, he saw that the inner wall of the opened umbrella, there was an extra shadow outside of himself!

His pupils instantly increased from the tip of the needle to the limit. If this is a drama, then the man in the top hat should use "Simmata" to express his feelings at this moment, but after all, the classification is different, so the man in the top hat said "Oh no".

A fist fell on his shoulder. He had twisted it away with all his might, but he still couldn't avoid the punch. This punch looked very light, so light that it would not make people feel pain when it hits the face, but the man in the top hat had turned pale.

Charle's arm was like a fried chicken leg, and the front end seemed to be just a skinny fist, wrist and forearm, but after the elbow, the muscles were highly condensed and tightened. The moment his fist touched the man's shoulder of the top hat, the fist was just activated.

The muscles are like a pendulum accelerated by some force moving from one end to the other, and all the forces explode at this moment. This is a pure force-exercise technique, simple, direct, primitive, but also terrifying.

The next wonderful thing was that even the space was rippling, the fist exploded, and the man with the top hat was knocked away twenty or thirty meters away like a ball rolling and bounced.

Shir stood there, tilting his head slightly. The human eye cord in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a dark blue color. In the middle, there was a white dot, emitting a faint light.
Chapter completed!