"Come on." Ronan signaled Maoyan to continue. He did not take action immediately, but was observing Maoyan's moves.
Maoyan's self-evaluation is basically realistic. She belongs to the intuitive critical strike style and is good at killing a single target in an explosive manner. If successful, she will be magical, as if she can ignore the distance of time and space, and be unpredictable, but this
This method consumes energy and energy, and the peak and valley differences are obvious, making it difficult to achieve mechanical precision control.
Against the tide of rats coming from all directions, the precise killing of a single target is only a drop in the bucket. In terms of critical sustain, Maoyan really falls short.
Her first two strikes were able to kill accurately, but the third one was a little off, and four, five, and six were even worse, and she adjusted back to the seventh strike. There was about a three-second gap in between, which was an ups and downs rhythm.
After two rounds of impact, the tide of rats rushing into the area within a hundred meters increased instead of decreasing, and the cat's eye was also under great pressure.
The Bosozou chasing behind her, and the devastating battlefield with He Yueyin may affect Chiyu at any time, and she must not only ensure accuracy, but also ensure efficiency. Everything is what Maoyan is least good at.
This is not a problem of attitude or ability, but a problem of adaptation. Now it is not easy for her to keep her rhythm stable.
Ronan noticed that in just a few seconds, the T-shirt under the cat-eye open-waist jacket had been soaked with sweat and clung to her body. If it continued like this, her legs might become weak before she even reached the tarmac.
This is a command error.
Ronan reacted immediately: "Adjust it, let's work together. I'll be responsible for cleaning the outside, and you can check for any deficiencies."
"What are you looking for?" Maoyan shouted in a hoarse voice. She was now driven almost crazy by the rat tide. She didn't care to look at Ronan's performance. She was nervous and focused. Her response to Ronan was to give him face.
"We don't care about the range of 100 meters, no, we don't care about the range beyond 70 meters. We only deal with the range from 50 meters to 70 meters, and deal with our left wing..."
Ronan pulled the cat's eye with his backhand to help her shift her weight: "Sixty to seventy meters is mine, fifty to sixty meters is yours, you just have to deal with those who crash into the inner circle."
"How do you do that?"
"Do not bother me."
As he spoke, the memory of the structural skeleton of the "Drip Sword" had already aroused Ronan's instinct, and the instinct drove his soul power. It was like writing a familiar word, condensing a ring and increasing distance, accelerating, and sharpening.
Explosion guides five auxiliary structures, like six strokes outlined in one stroke, and the complete glyph is constructed with a single wave of thought.
Using the mind as a pen, one can write, draw, carve or sculpt. For people like Luo Nan who are precision-oriented and spiritually capable, there is even more delicacy and rigor in making the form come from the mind and leaving the form behind.
Although Maoyan was under a lot of pressure at this time, she still sensed Ronan's thoughts and left traces in the void.
And in order to match her rhythm, Ronan also chose a rhythm interval of three seconds. In this three-second period, the structural skeletons of fifteen dripping swords have carved into the void and absorbed water molecules in the air.
Condensation into water droplets.
And just when the water droplets appeared, the micron-level dripping sword structural skeleton was already spread out in the void. It was more than five times or ten times more than the fifteen formed by gathering water!
"You..." Maoyan rarely missed when he was at the peak of his state, only destroying half of a mouse.
Ronan turned his head sharply: "Tired?"
Just when he turned his head, 15 blood flowers spattered almost simultaneously and collapsed at the same time. The same number of mice threw themselves on the ground and twitched, their pupils were splashed with blood and their brains were flowing.
Then came the second wave, the third wave...
Ronan and his group were running with all their strength, and the water droplets and blood flowers swaying out basically formed an elongated arc-shaped fan, and it was like an invisible blade cutting across the sky. Wherever the arc of water passed, there were surging waves.
The rat shadows fell down in rows.
The way he died was not particularly tragic. The water droplets penetrated into the brain cavity and exploded. There was very little bleeding. Only the rat was seen twitching on the ground. But such a simple way of death was even more like witchcraft and ghost whispers.
It's eerie and cold.
Mao Yan clearly guessed the laws inside, but he still wanted to confirm again: "Drip Sword?"
"Well, that means the speed of this move is not bad." Ronan replied smoothly, but he was still observing and evaluating in his heart.
While they were cleaning up the rats, the Bosozokus had been "racing" with them. From time to time, blood mist would explode in the rat tide, and the frequency was also very fast. But no matter what, those people were eliminated by Ronan and Maoyan first.
No matter how complete the body of a mouse is, it will never explode again.
It was similar to what he estimated. Although these rats were most likely to be cloned products, the corresponding abundant vitality was necessary to form a "pressure transfer network". In other words, what the Bosozoku wanted were live rats.
A dead rat is worthless.
Ronan is on the right track.
The problem is that compared to the endless tide of rats, the killing effect of the Dripping Sword still cannot achieve immediate results. It does have some margin, and the frequency can be improved, but if you think about it carefully, maybe the specific process is
Some cumbersome details slow down the firing speed.
As Ronan fired off the waves, he thought: These cloned rats in the rat tide are all strong. And the stronger they are, the more developed their gland secretion function is. The density of water molecules between the eyes, mouth and nose is
Relatively high, the temperature is also higher than the surrounding environment.
As long as the mental induction locks onto these warm and humid areas, and the structural skeleton of the dripping sword is directly erected, the water-gathering shape can be integrated, and the dripping sword can be directly hit to the most vulnerable areas of the rats.
And in this way, the three auxiliary structures of distance increase, acceleration and guidance can be cancelled, and it is enough to retain the sharpening and explosion effects.
Also, since it is such a hasty method, the dripping sword will burst as soon as it is formed, so there is no need to be too rigid about the precision and stability of the structure.
After thinking about it a few times, Ronan's thoughts were everywhere, and the structure of the Dripping Water Sword underwent subtle changes. Although the amount of thought put into each structural frame was small, when it was gathered together, there was a qualitative change.
Just like in calligraphy, the regular script is changed to cursive, and the square and rigorous glyphs flow and dance in an instant... Well, actually, the dripping sword that does not require a stable structure is not very comfortable to throw!
About half a minute later, Ronan and his party ran two hundred meters away. At the same time, at least five hundred dripping swords were thrown out like water!
In the left-wing area of the team, rat corpses were thrown all the way. No matter whether these rats were hiding in the corners of the pipes or in the cracks under the tables and chairs. Whenever they breathed, a drop of water would always appear around their faces and then pierce straight into them.
Crucial.
Ronan's dripping sword was thrown more and more casually, but the effect was getting better and better. In the end, he had almost forgotten the rules of the dripping sword. He just locked the corresponding area with his mind, just like a tick of a letter, leaving behind nothing.
After three seconds, the perfect remnants of water vapor will condense into beads, which will go straight into the eyes, hit the brain, and explode to kill you.
During this process, rats would explode into blood mist from time to time without warning, and their vitality was used by the bosozoku to vent their pressure. However, on the left wing, within a hundred meters area, the density of rats finally began to decrease significantly. Especially the five
In the area from ten meters to sixty meters, there are cat's eyes checking for deficiencies. This woman is getting better and better now, and her behavior is getting more and more cruel. The rats that bump into this area one after another have their heads exploded and they are all dead.
Corpses, completely clear this area.
Later, without even notifying Maoyan, Ronan expanded the 70-meter defense line to 200 meters away. At the same time, he also added the semicircle on the right wing, completely forming a strangulation circle integrating detection and attack.
When you discover it, your mind will move, and when you think about it, your life will be drawn.
It feels great, right...but after firing several rounds in a row, no one can escape the feeling of emptiness!
Ronan's mental energy consumption was considerable. I remember that he once regarded the large-scale splashing of dripping swords as "pouring milk", which was not unreasonable.
And more importantly, it’s too boring!
At this time, Ronan's way of viewing this process changed again. In his view, he was no longer hunting targets, but weaving a web with mental telepathy to interfere in specific areas of the material world in a special form.
The area is where the rat's mouth and nose exhale and salivate, and the form of intervention is the dripping sword. The specific form in a specific area produces the result he needs.
Like a simple equation.
But if you look at it this way, his overall intervention method is still clumsy. It is just copying and pasting without technical content, and it has not yet gotten rid of the rut of manual work.
Well, in reality, there are still three seconds for the water droplets to condense, which is also annoying. Many times, Ronan has already succeeded, because the water droplets have not yet condensed and formed, allowing the Bosozoku to explode the target first. Otherwise, Ronan's
The results can be increased by another two to three percent.
"There is a more efficient way, there must be!"
Human beings are always lazy by nature. When faced with a large amount of repetitive work and repetitive problems, they will always consider a simple way to solve all related problems.
Ronan is not exempt from vulgarity.
However, before he could think clearly, after several rounds of dripping swords, faster than he expected, the rat tide in the two hundred meters area on the left and right wings had become scattered. The same was true when advancing to the outside.
Only then did Ronan discover that the Bosozoku had driven the rat tide to its side and rear, and had pulled the team two hundred meters away. It was obvious that the other side had felt the interference caused by the massive losses of the rat tide, and this interference was also very noisy.
Heart.
"It works!" Gaode, who postponed the cover, could roughly see the movement of the rat tide through thermal imaging and other sensing equipment, and let out a long breath visibly.
However, he was still a little unbelievable: "How did you kill with this kind of sweeping efficiency... Mr. Luo, your protective suit entered the interference mode, did the president take action?"
"ah?"
Ronan was stunned and subconsciously pressed his chest. Sure enough, the armor on his chest was slightly hot. Checking the relevant records of the mission channel, it turned out that the six ears had automatically switched to the X-band.
As for the reason, it seems that the huge fluctuation in his soul power caused the emergency state to be automatically activated.