Everything was too sudden. Even the experienced hunter did not react for a moment. He was bumped into by Brin, and the short knife originally aimed at the back of the heart only penetrated into the lower part of the left lung and was hit by the ribs.
The bone plate is stuck with the strong muscles of the White People.
How powerful was the impact of a tall man with a strong physique? The swordsman, who was only about 1.45 meters tall, immediately held his breath and almost fainted, and even loosened the knife in his hand.
But Brin couldn't really defeat an enemy with just such a collision.
When the herb gatherer put his hands together, trying to choke the native's neck and strangle him to death, the skilled hunter decisively raised his leg and kneed him, slamming Brin's lower body, and then took advantage of the pain of the opponent's movement to tilt,
Kneeling down quickly to break away from Bryn's grasp.
At this moment, the two indigenous hunters behind him had caught up.
After almost being killed, the frightened swordsman angrily cursed in native language and picked up a short gun from behind. When he saw him, he was about to stab Bryn to death, who was already half-kneeling on the ground with his face twisted in pain.
Along with a strong gust of wind, a bucket suddenly flew over, flying straight towards the swordsman who was about to stab.
This kind of surprise attack would usually be avoided by the swordsman a hundred times, but at this moment he was extremely angry and excited, and had already raised his hand to exert force. When he noticed the bucket, it was already too late, and he could only raise his hand subconsciously.
Block.
Seeing clearly that what was coming was just a bucket, he even felt relieved, obviously not thinking that a bucket could do anything to him.
However, the swordsman who has never studied physics has never thought about what is contained in the bucket and what force is used to throw it out so that it can travel in a straight trajectory without any tumbling.
Bang!
The next moment, under the astonished gazes of the archers and arrow blowers who came over, the swordsman who raised his hand to block flew upside down when he was hit by the bucket. His body floated in the air, and with the crisp sound of fractures,
The right hand used for blocking was also bent at a weird angle, and the whole person fell towards the ground with his head down. The short gun in his hand even came out of his hand, spinning in mid-air.
Before the short spear could fly down, it plunged into the ground. The bucket that had hit its target correctly exploded immediately. The water-absorbing sand spread in the sky with a smell of sea, and hit the archer and the dart blower in the face.
——All kinds of martial arts, this is the lime powder coastal version!
Brin, who was half-kneeling on the ground, recognized the bucket that saved his life. It was the bucket that Ian used to store seafood - but how did he aim and throw objects so accurately in the dark jungle?
Is it psychic?
Also, how can that kid have so much strength?
Without any time to think about it, Brin saw the figure of a boy quickly stepping over the moss-covered tree roots and vines, rushing towards the natives who were shaking off the sand.
Before he could calm down and feel the pain of being stabbed in his chest and lungs, he said in a panic on the spot: "Why the hell are you even coming forward? Get out of here!"
To be honest, Brynn was almost in a hurry to die - if Ian died, there would be no good consequences for him if he returned alive. Even if Elder Puder did not blame him on the surface, he would never have a good life in the future.
Think about it, that old man has united all the white people in the Nanling immigration area. He has been a ruthless person who has been firmly in the position of elder for decades. He is also an elder who has watched him grow up. His methods are something that Brin would not want to accept even if he died!
On the other hand, if he dies but protects Ian, then his wife and children will be well settled. Ian accepts his love and will definitely take care of his family in the future, regardless of the small things he did in the past.
——But the question is, how can an eight or nine-year-old child have the courage to charge head-on against an experienced indigenous hunter?!
Sure enough, Brin, who was trying to stand up, painfully saw that the archer whose face had been muddied by the mud just now was drawing the short bow with a fierce look on his face. His eyes were not blinded by the mud. At such a close distance, the natives would never
There is no reason to miss.
But before the archer could let go, a ball of wet mud hit his face.
Within seven steps, the thrown objects are accurate and fast!
Ian was ready to go, and his speed was naturally faster than that of the aborigines who were attacked. For a moment, the sand flew away and got into the archer's eyes and mouth. The stimulation of the mucus secreted by sea water and various seafood made him burst into tears. The mud ball itself
The impact made him stagger, and he didn't know where the arrow hit.
But even so, he was still brave. He threw down the short bow, took out a rusty short knife from his waist, and rushed towards Ian.
The rusty blade is poisonous and more capable of killing people. There are still blood stains on it. It is obvious that their team of hunters has killed other unlucky targets.
But this time, it was destined to fail.
On the other side, relying on fear, anger and adrenaline, Brin forced himself to stand up. He roared, pulled out the knife that the knife hand had stabbed from his chest, and then pushed hard towards the arrow blower who wanted to cooperate with the archer's attack.
Throw it in.
Although the dart blower was wary of Ian's sudden appearance, he did not relax his guard against Brin and dodge smartly.
Indeed, in this breath, he could not cooperate with the archers to deal with Ian, but he was just an eight or nine-year-old child, and his partner could not lose no matter what he thought...
Before he could finish thinking about this idea, he was shocked to find that his old partner had let out a shrill scream, which sounded like a scream as if someone had kicked his lower body apart.
At a glance, the native who attacked Ian collapsed in shock. His lower body was dripping with blood and was obviously beaten to pieces.
Thanks to the native's height, Ian didn't have to jump up to hit the critical point.
——All kinds of martial arts, this is ergonomics!
"How is it possible? How can such a child have such great power?! (Patois)"
It was difficult to contain the confusion in his heart. The flautist was originally responsible for reconnaissance and sneak attacks in the team, and he preferred flexibility rather than strength. He thought to himself that there was no way he could make his partner scream like this, let alone throw it.
It can smash the bucket of the knife thrower, so it is difficult to understand the current situation.
But the matter has come to this, facing Ian who has already crushed the archer's throat with one foot and stepped on the lower body with another foot, making sure that the opponent is completely dead, the arrow blower knows very well that he can't run away.
He could see bursts of light blue light glowing on Ian's arms and fists, which was the power that defeated the archer in an instant. He only experienced similar phenomena with the most ferocious monsters, the elite warriors and chiefs of the tribe.
I've seen it on my body.
No time to think.
The moment Ian stepped forward and rushed towards him, the arrow-blower immediately took out a sharp wooden knife tempered with poison from his arms, intending to use this dangerous weapon to force the opponent back.
Even kill the opponent!
The brave hunter can still swing his sword without fear even when facing the attack of the blade-clawed tiger, bringing hope of victory to his compatriots. No matter how powerful the opponent is, how can it be compared to...
Poof - a bag of sleeping powder hit him in the face.
The pleasant fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the flutter was confused.
Then, a strong gust of wind blew across his face. One hand knocked the poisonous knife from his hand, and the other hand grabbed his face, inserting his thumb and index finger into his eye sockets.
Immediately afterwards, it was pressed inward with force.
Everything happened in an instant, and he was dead.
The battle is over.
"How silly."
Ian, whose hands were full of blood, put down the body of the blowgun player who had just stopped struggling, and he took a long breath: "These natives are really not very smart - thanks to your help, Uncle Bryn, I really wouldn't have attracted attention without you.
It’s not easy to kill them.”
He said it easily and freely, not caring that he had just stepped on and crushed a person to death with his own hands. Ian even moved his right hand and thought thoughtfully in his heart: "The eyeballs are harder than I thought...
…Although the natives look short, like other Terran people, their physical strength is actually quite good.”
"It's a pity that we didn't have enough time last time, and now is not the time for an autopsy."
"**!"
Brin, who had just stood up straight, had his eyes widened. He looked at Ian with horror rather than shock, as if looking at an extremely strong fool: "You put a whole bag of sleep
The powder was thrown out as a hidden weapon?!"
He didn't even have time to be shocked that an eight or nine-year-old child could kill two indigenous hunters so easily. The heart-wrenching pain made it difficult for him to breathe: "That's dozens of thalers - dozens of thalers!"
He coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum - the chest and lung injuries he had suffered from being stabbed by the indigenous people had already appeared.
"Don't get too excited, Uncle Bryn."
After dispersing the condensed essence on his arms and fists, Ian came to Brin's side and helped him lean against the tree roots: "Your lungs are injured and you cannot exercise strenuously. Slow down for a while, and we will return to the port immediately."
The Terran's lungs and the ribs in front of the heart are blocked by a bone plate structure. If the knife does not penetrate deeply, it can at most penetrate the bone plate without damaging the internal organs.
Even if the lungs are injured, as long as it is not serious, it will not be a problem to make it to the city and use Elder Pude's method to save Brin's life.
"It's okay...the knife didn't go that deep, it didn't completely penetrate my ribs."
After accepting Ian's help, Brin calmed down for a while and finally had the energy to look at Ian who was thinking about something. The herb collector said in disbelief: "Am I dreaming?"