"Now the hunter is really done."

"The fisherman's ability is exaggerated to begin with, and the hunter's hand is so serious now that he can't win no matter how he looks at it."

The people around him were talking a lot, and the scene was even more lively than the day he faced the werewolf.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to take advantage of others, but I have to kill you." The fisherman touched the edge of his bamboo hat and said to Zhou Ming, his tone was helpless but extremely firm.

"Because your family was also threatened? Threatened by Crying and Smiling Face?" Zhou Ming asked back.

The fisherman was silent for a few seconds and said calmly: "It seems that the hero of the world has been killed by you."

As soon as he said this, it was like throwing a grain of sodium into the water, and the crowd around him suddenly started boiling.

"As expected! I just said that if the hero hasn't appeared for so long, he must be gone!"

"I didn't expect the hunter to be able to defeat the hero. It seems that his ranking will rise again, entering the top ten, and his value for completing tasks will become higher again."

"Thinking too much, do you think he can win this time?"

The gentlemen and scholars rushing to take exams had already moved their positions and found the best place to watch the battle.

The scholar rushing to take the exam clutched the strap of the bamboo box on his shoulder and asked cautiously: "Is Brother Hunter destined to lose this time?"

The gentleman nodded slightly and acquiesced to this statement: "But I still hope he can win."

"Do you have a good relationship with Brother Hunter?"

"No, it's just that Mr. Hunter has a better price for his work. He has more contacts with me and has more room for bargaining. The fisherman's ranking is too high. I don't have the money to ask him to do things... I hope there are more hunters like him in the dance.

There are less businessmen like fishermen than arrogant masters." The gentleman said very honestly.

Zhou Ming took off the big sword from his back. This battle was inevitable. He was fighting for his life, while the other was fighting for his family. No one had any reason or room to retreat. One of them must die today.

The fisherman took off the fishing net from his waist. He was holding the fishing net in one hand and the fishing rod in the other. He looked a little funny, but Zhou Ming knew that this guy was definitely a difficult opponent. After all, the rankings on the first floor of the dance were based on strength.

After every high ranking came out, the blood of the high rankings was flowing.

Zhou Ming took the lead and rushed forward, closing the distance between him and the opponent. He swung his sword without hesitation. Although the edge of his sword was severely broken, the uneven blade revealed a trace under his swing.

A unique kind of ferocity.

The fisherman deftly made a queen's leap and avoided Zhou Ming's first slash. Then the opponent pulled out the long sword from the big sword and swung it in the opposite direction, sweeping towards his waist and abdomen like lightning. The fisherman retreated as if he was predicting the future.

Bend down and dodge the two consecutive attacks without any gaps.

The crowd around them exclaimed. This was the second time they had seen a hunter use the two-sword fighting method. When they saw it again, they still felt that it was a harmonious beauty of violence that was pleasing to the eye, with both skill and lethality.

But obviously the fisherman had done enough homework. He must have collected information about the hunter, otherwise he would not have been able to dodge the lightning-like two consecutive attacks so smoothly.

One forward slash, one reverse slash, followed by a brief moment of stiffness. This stiffness may not even last for a second, but in the eyes of a true combat master, it is as long as a few seconds. That is a huge flaw, and no one will

Let it go.

The fisherman's wrist shook dexterously, and the fishing line on the fishing rod seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force. It was led by the fishing hook to fly towards Zhou Ming's arm. He aimed at the hand holding the big sword of Zhou Ming, because

The weight of the great sword will hinder Zhou Ming's blocking.

In the first round of the confrontation, Zhou Ming knew that the opponent was a difficult opponent, and his actual situation was more disadvantaged than what the surrounding spectators saw. In the eyes of these spectators, he was only seriously injured and ranked second.

Fishermen fight.

But in fact, he and the fisherman have a completely different prerequisite - the fisherman knows the effect of his suit, but he does not know the effect of the fisherman's suit.

The original owner left that pile of interpersonal information too early. There was no information about the fisherman in the information, and the second-ranked person on the first floor of the record was not a fisherman.

Now Zhou Ming is completely fighting an opponent with unknown abilities.

The fishing hook cut a medium-deep gash on Zhou Ming's arm. This wound was much gentler than the wounds left by the Ripper on Zhou Ming's body. He didn't even feel it.

But in the next second, his blood spurted out from the shallow wound. It was visually estimated that there were three hundred milliliters. In Zhou Ming's astonished sight, the blood twisted and deformed in the air, turning into strips of red.

The small fish swam quickly in the air, swaying its tail and flew towards the fisherman.

After returning to the fisherman, the flying fish made of blood swam around the fisherman as if swimming in the water, ignoring the rules of physics and suspended in the air.

Zhou Ming watched this scene expressionlessly, guessing in his mind about the fisherman's ability. Drawing blood to create fish was an early manifestation of the opponent's ability, but he was sure that the fisherman's ability was not that simple. Those blood fish must have other uses. Now they

Hovering around the fishermen is just a kind of standby stage.

"You are much slower than before. It seems that you are seriously injured!" the fisherman shouted.

He swings his arms widely, and his flexible wrists accurately transmit the power of his arms. The hook is pulled by the fishing line and hovers in the air, like a thin snake with a unique shape.

After making a circle, it flew towards Zhou Ming again, and its slow flight suddenly turned into a rapid impact!

Zhou Ming did not hesitate, took out his musket, pointed it at the fisherman and shot him.

According to his observations, his musket has the longest attack range, followed by the fisherman's fishing rod, and his sword has the shortest attack range.

In other words, it would be more beneficial for him to fight at a long distance or a close distance, and the fisherman would be more comfortable fighting at a medium distance. He must find a way to control the distance within an appropriate range.

The old-fashioned musket made an unmistakable piercing sound, and the spherical bullets were shot out at high speed, but the fisherman did not dodge. He stood on the spot and steadily controlled the fishing hook, letting the hook fall on Zhou Ming's shoulder again.

The sharp fishhook cut open the flesh and clothing, revealing a bloody arc-shaped wound on Zhou Ming's shoulder. The blood was drawn out of the body and turned into a fish and swam towards the fisherman.

But the bullet just now slowed down suddenly as it approached the fisherman, and was finally blocked by a blood fish.

When the blood fish collapsed into blood and water, Zhou Ming's bullet also lost its kinetic energy and fell to the ground like a burnt marble.

So that's it, this is one of the fisherman's abilities. Those fish made from the enemy's blood can be used to block flying objects...well, it seems to also have the function of slowing down.

This ability perfectly restrained the long-range suppression of the musket, and now Zhou Ming only had one way to go.
Chapter completed!