The fugitive with a birthmark on his face spoke tremblingly. He really couldn't imagine how his group had any chance of winning.
There was something wrong in every sense of the word about this ordinary, scruffy man.
Objectively speaking, Chen Zhong's plan is very sound and there will be basically no problems.
Approach quickly with the ghost blowing lantern on, and kill him with a single blow from behind with a short knife.
Even a strong man with fighting experience can't resist, let alone a yawning lazy man.
But the moment the light from the ghost blowing lamp enveloped Zhao Guangming, their nightmare began.
The man turned his head suddenly, his eyes flashing like a beast, as if he was sizing up his prey.
Just facing this momentum directly makes one's scalp numb, let alone taking action.
Fortunately, Chen Zhong was cruel and decisive enough. He shot Zhao Guangming desperately the moment he turned around.
Death is so imminent that no one will consider the consequences of shooting.
The fear brought by Zhao Guangming had already made him lose his mind.
Unfortunately, what happened next was truly disappointing.
They watched helplessly as the man deflected the bullet with a knife.
This is simply several times stronger than what they were after autophagy.
"Where do you want to run?"
Zhao Guangming grinned and glanced at Chen Zhong and the others with sharp eyes.
"If I guess correctly, the ability to jump long distances requires a price, or... a sacrifice."
"It's a pity that neither I nor that boy can be a sacrifice."
The middle-aged man lit the cigarette hanging from his mouth, and his pupils suddenly turned dark gold.
"You chose the wrong person from the beginning."
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Bang!
Wang Jin blocked the blow with his long and short swords, but was still blown away by the huge force.
At this time, his shortcomings are revealed.
Wang Jin does not have powerful enough attack methods.
The essence of sword dance is continuous slashing, which can't cause any harm to these two fat men.
Now he can only rely on the noble swordsmanship brought by the blessing of Paradise to support himself.
"call…"
Wang Jin adjusted his breathing and attack frequency, and swung his sword again.
There was a faint vibration in the air, like the chirping of cicadas.
The Noble Sword Skill is superimposed on Falling Cicada, which is the only move that can cause damage to the opponent.
Different from sword dance, noble swordsmanship focuses more on intercepting attacks and targeting weaknesses, thereby causing decent damage.
If the opponent only has the burly man at the beginning, Wang Jin can easily solve it.
But the fat man with weird movements was too difficult to deal with.
No matter how many times I watch it, I can't predict his next move, and he will also make many moves that humans can't do.
There were many times that Wang Jin couldn't help but wanted to take out the shock bomb and kill the two grandsons, but he held back.
Not to mention that they couldn't be too reckless now that they were in the city. Just looking at the speed of these two fat guys, they knew they couldn't do this.
The alley was too narrow, and the two fugitives were traveling too fast.
There was no way Wang Jin could distance himself, and he would probably be blown up half to death by the grenade he threw.
"Damn it, who is behind you two?"
The young man cursed in a low voice and tried hard to find a way to break the situation.
The aura of the Eye of the Ancient God is difficult to affect them, and the curses of the evil gods are not very effective.
The patrons behind them may be of high status.
Whoosh!
The dark iron crow descended from the sky and pierced one of the twisted fat man's eyes.
"Yo?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
He remembered that Zhao Guangming sent a raven when he and he were separated.
It's a pity that this iron bird always squats on Wang Jin's shoulder like a toy, and it doesn't look as agile as before.
Because of this, Wang Jin has always been worried that something happened to Zhao Guangming.
And now it has resumed action, which can only mean one thing.
Lao Zhao solved it.
"Ahhhh!!"
The burly man transformed into a mountain of flesh roared upwards, and his body made a gurgling sound again.
Wang Jin was close this time and could see the opponent's movements clearly.
A huge bloody mouth opened on the high bulge of the belly, biting desperately anything it could touch.
Including his own arms, clothes, and Wang Jin not far away.
"Tsk."
The young man curled his lips as he put his hand into his pocket and threw a blast bomb into the huge mouth.
The other party seemed a little dissatisfied, but the moment he felt the eyes of the ancient god, he still chose to treat the young man in front of him like nothing.
Wang Jin could even see the inside of the fat man's body through the huge mouth.
Almost all the internal organs were missing, and the entire abdominal cavity was filled with a horrifyingly expanded stomach pouch.
The weird gurgling sound obviously came from the abnormally normal stomach. It kept squirming and its size also shrank a bit.
The terrifying aura came from the fat man again, and his joints gradually began to twist, as if he was preparing to be alienated.
"What the hell, how do you fight this?"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.
One abnormally fat person is enough for him to drink a pot, and he really can't stand another one.
"Roar! Woo...!"
Before Wang Jin could lift his legs and leave, the two fat men paused at the same time, and then suddenly jumped into the air.
As if being held by invisible hands.
The next second they began to vomit, and countless undigested flesh and blood mixed with teeth and nails poured out of their mouths.
"How disgusting."
Wang Jin frowned, but still did not look away.
He saw that the two fugitives wanted to leave, but he also knew that he could not keep them.
The only thing that can be done now is to clearly see the opponent's movements to avoid this situation happening again next time.
"Uh...cough..."
There was a faint sound of breathing in the void, and it sounded like someone who had difficulty moving due to obesity.
The bodies of the two fugitives flipped back and forth like ravaged toys, and then disappeared without warning.