Everyone is a genius, and they are all key figures in their respective tribes. Why are you so awesome? If you say you want to fight me, then fight me. If you say you will live or die, then you will live or die?
Who isn’t a spoiled baby already?
So when he slashed forward, there was a reason why he couldn't avoid it, and also a reason why he had to fight for his breath.
But when the weapons of the two sides came into contact, a majestic force was transmitted through the weapons to Zhang Jia's hands. Even though he realized something was wrong and used his last remaining strength to concentrate the energy on his hands and arms, he still did not stop it.
A kind of energy that made the body seem to be burning exploded directly in Zhang Jia's hands.
A pair of hands had dozens of large and small gashes, and blood spurted out from them, staining the weapons of both sides that were breaking away red.
As soon as he came up, Zhang Jia was hit hard.
"You are not as powerful as me."
Dongchi's body fell to the ground, and as he said this, he kept moving, twisted his body, and hit Zhang Jia with the stick in his left hand.
The distance is actually not enough. Normally, even the length of the arm and the stick combined cannot reach Zhangjia, who took two steps back. However, after the stick moved in the air for a while, it suddenly flew out of Dongchi's hand, in a strange way.
A huge arc was drawn towards the opponent.
If this trajectory is followed, the stick will land on Zhang Jia's chest.
Aren't you damn good at melee combat? A sentence flashed in Zhang Jia's mind. He held the sword with his bloody hands and raised it diagonally upwards. The tip of the knife hit the front end of the stick, sending the latter flying directly.
Heaven.
The Musk Stars and Ye Zhongming are allies. As a genius in the clan, Zhang Jia naturally uses Lenny-level weapons, and it is also the only Lenny-level weapon he has.
But just as he was picking up the flying stick, he saw another black shadow approaching from the corner of his eye.
One of Zhang Jia's hands left the sword and flicked it hard. The blood on it turned into a bullet-like existence and rushed towards the black shadow. Then there was a clanking sound of metal clashing, causing the black shadow to move towards
Deviated from the side.
That is the other iron rod holding the hole.
However, this black shadow was no longer a threat for the time being, and a bigger black shadow came closer.
Dongzhi's thick body approached, and his fist continued to expand in front of Zhang Jia's eyes.
In front of the light curtain, many people began to sigh.
I feel like it was really a mistake, every step. This Zhang Jia has been passive in defense from the beginning. He has been attacked continuously. Now it seems that he can no longer recover. The position of his weapon and the movements of his body at this moment make it impossible to defend him.
This punch.
At the same time, I also admire Dongzhi's ability to seize opportunities, as well as his momentum and consistency during battles.
At this level, it is very rare to have such an excellent overall view of the battle.
Even the tablet seal nodded slightly.
He just wants to train Zhang Jia, but at this period Zhang Jia is really not qualified to be taught by him personally, and even the stele seal does not even understand his style. So if this child in the clan can't bring anything to the table, today's battle will be terrible.
It really ends here. Losing to such an opponent is not an injustice.
But Zhangjia disagreed. He was indeed passive. When he saw this fist, he made the same mistake as his initial judgment. Knowing that he couldn't completely avoid it, he simply stopped dodging, and the sword in his hand directly cut into Dongchi's body.
If he was hit by this punch, his knife would definitely be able to cut Dongmochi's body before he flew out.
Indeed, the opponent's protective gear was very good, Hong Ning level, but his sword was better, Lenny level. Zhang Jia believed that he could break through the defense and leave a deep wound on the opponent's body.
As for the specific extent of the damage, it depends on luck, and it may be able to significantly reduce Dongmochi's subsequent combat effectiveness.
No matter what, it will be at least a moderate injury.
This was the best response Zhang Jia could think of in an instant.
Many people also applauded his toughness.
Dongchi was also a little surprised. He thought Zhang Jia would choose to jump back like others who encountered this situation, but he didn't expect that he would choose to exchange injuries for injuries.
His fist did not retract, but he slightly adjusted its direction to the side, which caused his whole body to tilt a little. The direction was the same as the direction in which the sword was slashing, but the speed was slightly slower.
It seemed that Dongmochi's fist was crooked, his body was tilted, and he was even visually falling to one side. But at the next moment, the sword that was supposed to hit him paused and then 'fell' on his armor.
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The live broadcast is very clear, and even the sound can be transmitted, but the surveillance equipment cannot be attached to both parties after all. It is the imaging method that combines high altitude and surrounding areas. Many details cannot be clearly captured, especially this kind of
Close combat.
So what people now see is that Dongchi's fist was deflected and did not hit Zhangjia. Although Zhangjia's sword hit Dongchi, it didn't seem to break through the defense, and even the sound of cutting against the armor was very small.
Only many experts can infer what just happened from the actions of the two people.
Dongmochi seems to be an upright boy, and maybe he is like this in some matters, but he is very measured when fighting, and his grasp of the battlefield is also very high.
He punched sideways to ensure that the speed of his body tilt was almost the same as the sword's slashing speed, but slightly slower. He used this ultimate control of his body and power to 'stop' the sword on his body.
Instead of letting it cut in.
This is similar to using your feet to stop a high-altitude ball when playing football, with some force-relieving techniques.
Dongchi used this ingenious method to get rid of Zhang Jia's attack. The arm on this side dropped and clamped the sword. Then he punched Zhang Jia again with the other hand and hit Zhang Jia's neck.
With a series of attacks, Dong Mochi's offensive rhythm did not change at all, and he still maintained his initiative.
Zhang Jia twitched the sword when it was clamped. He could pull it out a little, but he couldn't pull it out completely for ten seconds, and ten seconds was enough for him to be knocked down several times.
Seeing Dongchi's renewed fist, Zhang Jia decisively gave up drawing the knife. His hands, which were originally on the left and right sides of his waist, suddenly rose up. At the same time, he tilted his head back, and in a matter of millimeters, he raised Dongchi's fist upwards.
go.
At the same time, because the fist was pointing upward, Dongzhu's body tilted forward a little by inertia. The moment Zhang Jia opened his arms, he tilted his head back, thinking he was avoiding the fist, and slammed it forward.
Dongchi's body moved forward, allowing Zhang Jia's headbutt to hit directly between the shoulder and neck, making a bang.
Dongchi's body leaned back, but his shoulders shrank subconsciously. The severe pain made his face turn pale, his arms opened wide, and the sword fell to the ground.
Zhang Jia's forehead and nose were covered with blood, and his eyes were briefly confused, but his raised hands fell down, and one hand instinctively grasped the unfettered sword.