Frito took the shotgun and hit Cassia on the head hard. He was caught midway. In the distorted sound, the thick barrel of the gun directly changed its shape. Frito had already expected such a situation.
He pulled out a special tactical knife with his backhand and stabbed Cassia in the chest.
The sharpness cannot be compared with the black scales. The tip of the knife could not even penetrate Cassia's body, leaving only a white mark on the scales. Under a spark, the tactical knife slid up his chest.
He aimed at Cassia's lower jaw, trying to penetrate through the relatively weak tissue there. However, the tip of the tactical knife had been completely damaged by the friction, and in a short time, it could only hit Cassia's chin.
Not in the mood to defend at all, Cassia put the fingers of both hands together and slashed at Frito's neck.
"Bang,,," the hand knife was blocked by Frito's crossed hands, and the bones collided with each other. The sound turned into a clanking feeling of steel. The huge impact force forced Frito to take a few steps back, and his body
When he stabilized, Cassia had already arrived in front of him and kicked him hard in the lower body.
The dull sound was like kicking against a hard wall. There was a sarcastic look on Frito's face. He immediately closed his feet and locked the leg kicked by Cassia. Then his body suddenly leaned forward and his head turned into
He hit Cassia's chest with a heavy hammer.
The abnormal weight finally showed an advantage at this time. When the body flew backwards, Cassia's feet were only slightly off the ground. The moment the toes touched the concrete floor, Cassia let her body sink artificially.
All the remaining strength was absorbed by the body. Frito seized the opportunity and rushed over again. He seemed to have strong confidence in his physical strength, and all his attacks relied on physical impact.
Cassia stabilized her body and moved a few meters away, then pulled out the twisted steel bar that was inserted into the ground to attack Ovelia, swung it and pulled out countless flowing shadows, and then slashed horizontally amidst the sound of tearing wind.
To Frito's waist.
Frito's body suddenly stopped in place in advance, and just as he was about to dodge to the side, the steel bar had already flashed to his side and hit his waist. The steel bar directly bent at an angle close to a right angle under the reaction force, and his weight
It was still within the normal range of the surgeon, but at this time, it flew to one side amidst the ear-splitting collision.
The recent changes seemed to have caused him to lose the softness and flexibility of his limbs. Frito wanted to twist his body in mid-air and land steadily on the ground, but his movements could not keep up with the instructions of his brain, and it was all a useless struggle. His body twisted slightly, and Cassia had already determined his flight trajectory a few steps away and was waiting in front. Cassia raised his arm, and his elbow was shaped like a hammer, and accurately hit Frito's head.
Heart position.
With a bang, Frito turned a standard right angle in mid-air and hit the ground at Cassia's feet. The dropped body caused a strong wind to sweep across the ground, and the strands of steam that spread here were also stirred into pieces.
Frito wanted to prop up his body immediately, but the next moment, a foot had already kicked him, and an even greater force emerged from his waist, causing his body to bend dozens of degrees, and then scraped against the concrete.
The ground rolled towards the warehouse. The long windbreaker on my body rubbed against the ground, leaving a long trace that almost seemed to be cut off in the middle.
While rolling, Frito gritted his teeth and endured the pain to find a proper position. He immediately pushed his hands down and his body drew an arc and stood upright. But before he could stand firm, Cassia's black figure had already flashed into him.
In his pupils, a pair of hands were like black sharp swords, thrust into his neck.
"Hiss,,," Frito immediately sucked in a breath of moist air, and his chest swelled up. When his hands were about to touch his neck, he immediately closed his mouth tightly, and his teeth
It closed like a gate, making a sharp and harsh friction sound.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap," the bones in the fingers collided with each other and made a crisp sound. Cassia's dilated cross pupils were slightly solidified at this time. His hands covered with cuticles still had good perception intensity, and the fingers
The sharp touch convinced Cassia that what she was touching was no longer the surgeon's neck, but a steel structure comparable to high-grade alloys.
But without any hesitation, the hands opened instinctively, pinched Frito's throat, pulled down the muscles, and began to hold it tightly. It's just that the cylindrical throat is like a solid rigid cylinder covered with reinforced ribs, and
It has a toughness that is inconsistent with it. For a moment, Cassia had the illusion that it could not be crushed. And in this short period of time, Frito had already crossed Cassia's hands on his neck, and suddenly pulled down.
Pulled and kicked Cassia on the abdomen.
The water on his throat acted as lubrication, and Cassia's hands could not grasp Frito and left his neck. But the sharp cuticles on his fingertips turned into sharp blades, looping around Frito's neck.
Most of the skin was cut open.
There was no imaginary scene of blood flowing down. Even after the skin was scratched, the blood did not flow out. The skin was just a layer of skin, just like the wrapping paper on exquisite products. Apart from the superficial meaning, it no longer meant anything.
It has no other meaning.
Under that layer of bloodless skin, there was no bright red flesh and blood. It was a pale color, with a rough feeling after polishing. The thing that Cassia's hands could not crush was exactly this kind of material, hard, strong and soft.
Things were put together, and the cuticle only left intermittent scratches on it.
"Bone?" This word appeared subconsciously in Cassia's brain. Although this white substance resembles a soft body, it does not visually appear as hard as the surgeon's bones. The shape has nothing to do with bones.
The pale substance on Frito's neck is more like a hose that can expand, contract, and rotate within a small range. The layers of wrinkles on it clearly tell the purpose of this structure.
There was a familiar feeling, and Cassia thought she had seen something similar to it somewhere. Although the shape was different, the function was almost the same. That was the Brino area, which had been transformed by the dragons themselves.
A person from the Three Primary Colors Group, Frangli. He also had a tough skeleton, but the coverage on his body at that time was far from reaching such a standard. Under the skin, the wound opened by the blade could still be seen.
A large mass of dark red muscles intertwined together.
The two may be the same thing. At this time, it seems that it is very reasonable to call Franli's condition at that time an immature surgical development. It's just that the surgical stages of Fritto and Franli are different, and their physical strength is different.
There are also big differences, and these reasons have brought about different results between the two people in developing the same surgery.
"Hey..." Frito breathed out. He looked at Cassia who had stepped back a few meters away. At the same time, he touched his neck with his hand and pulled off the layer of skin that was still attached there: "Actually,
I admire you very much for having the courage to carry out squamous surgery development in the early stage of the second stage of surgery. At least I don't have this courage. So I chose a branch that is simplified by squamation, and that's what I am now.
You can call it full bone coverage."
As he spoke, Frito knocked on the soft bone exposed on his neck, and still made a clear "dong dong" sound: "The only characteristic is defense. To deal with your undeveloped scales,