Robert didn't give the hunter any chance to react. Before he finished speaking, he kicked the bow and arrow out of the hunter's hand.
However, this move is a sudden attack, and apart from kicking the long-range weapon out of the hunter's hand, it does not have much impact.
At this time, the hunter who was only a short distance away from Robert no longer needed the constraints of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows.
The hunter drew his short sword and came closer, saying in a cold voice: "Your fighting skills are indeed good, but the gap between you and me is not that big as you are unarmed."
"Even if you are God now, you can't defeat the sharp blade in my hand!" The hunter's face was filled with strange madness.
Robert cursed in his heart, but his hands and feet were not idle either. He blocked the hunter's arm so that the short blade that stabbed forward would not come into close contact with him.
"Do you think your strength can match mine?" The hunter sneered when he saw this, and the camouflage on his face was even more distorted like a colorful lollipop.
"When I was hunting on the battlefield, you were still in your mother's belly!"
"Die! Die by the blade of honor in my hands!"
The hunter yelled desperately.
But...
Not moving at all.
Rob doesn't move at all!
The short blade in my hand doesn't move at all!
How is that possible!
How could this happen!
Huge doubts appeared in the hunter's mind.
He originally thought that with the accumulation of long-term battles and the hunter attribute brought by the witch potion, he could directly kill Robert.
But I didn't expect...a passerby I met at the corner turned out to be a special strong man!
The hunter's surprise was only for a moment, and then he was filled with excitement, surprise, and excitement!
The man in front of me is a bellicose lunatic!
A complete lunatic!
Robert remembered the relevant information about the madman in front of him.
Sergei Kravinov.
This hunter has been fighting on the battlefield for many years and has gained great strength and long life by taking the potion provided by the witch.
This hunter has a lifelong goal of hunting stronger prey.
He is a complete madman.
One of the Sinister Six.
Robert will not have any mercy for this kind of inexplicable madman.
This kind of pure hunter who preys on stronger people is not worthy of sympathy.
What Robert saw was an old man trapped in a quagmire of strength and unable to extricate himself.
Pull back.
The hunter was smiling and shouting, pursuing the victory with the sharp point in his hand pointed at Robert.
Robert chose to fall straight down!
This is...
The hunter's eyes flickered, but he also changed the angle of the thrust.
As long as this knife is struck, Robert will definitely die.
Because the blade of this short blade is covered with highly toxic drugs.
If you touch it, you will die!
Die, die!
Contribute to my achievements!
The hunter screams in his heart.
But at this moment, Robert's leaning body stopped.
His body showed a strange posture. Viewed from the side, the angle between his legs and lower back was a perfect ninety degrees.
This is an ability that his body automatically possesses after he obtains combat specialization. As long as Robert wants to do it, he can do it at any time.
Robert held the hunter's arms.
The short blade still stopped a few inches away from Robert's chest.
"Are you trying to maintain a stalemate with me here by assuming this posture?" The corner of the hunter's mouth raised.
And the short blade in his hand was getting closer to Robert's heart.
As the hunter said, this posture is also a big drain on Rob.
Moreover, it does not have an advantage in the competition of strength.
Hunters can also use their own gravity to increase the strength of their hands.
And Robert had to exert even more strength from his waist to barely support himself.
However, the current situation is what Robert wants to see.
Robert inadvertently glanced at the weapon hanging on the hunter's body from the corner of his eyes, and guided the hunter's arm to the side little by little.
Useless?!
This short blade is coated with poison, and the attack on the heart is just an illusion!
The hunter simply took advantage of the situation and did not use much force to stop Robert's movement.
Just when the hunter thought that Robert was going to trade his injuries for his life, all the strength of his body was concentrated in his hands.
But...Robert didn't let go!
What does he want to do?!
The alarm bells are ringing in the hunter's head.
But it was already too late by now. Robert gritted his teeth and used all his strength to tighten every muscle in his body.
Grab the hunter and throw it over his head.
The hunter has no relay point in the air!
He could only try his best to maintain the balance of his body, at least during the time in the air, to avoid unbearable damage to his body.
But at the moment when the hunter is about to land.
Robert rushes toward the falling hunter.
He ignored the hunter's blocking arm.
Pull out the long knife from the hunter's waist, turn it around, and stab it into the hunter's back with a bang.
Gurgling blood spurted out from the wound, like a small spring.
Robert drew out his long knife.
For him, this is the first real killing.
Sergei Kravinov is dead.
This hunter, who was over seventy but still too young, died under his own knife.
But he still didn't kneel down or fall to the ground.
Stand straight in place.
"The honor is yours." These were his last words.
Robert replied: "Honour is actually just a vain thing that attracts people to volunteer."
Robert really doesn’t want to have anything to do with honor.
But after leaving the underground boxing ring, he knew that the two people in front of him might need honor more.
I saw a man in a black combat uniform and another boy in a red tights, standing on the wall in two strange postures.
Obviously, they fell into the trap of the old hunter and were pressed against the wall by the specially made wire mesh.
"Hey! King of Heroes, I knew you would be nearby..."
"Oh no no no, Robert, Brother Robert, Spider-Man, the hero of Queens, urgently needs your help!"
"Okay, okay! Peter Parker, your deskmate, you can't bear to see your deskmate in such a shameful posture, facing the eyes of the citizens!"
Robert looked at Peter's arms bent inward and his legs kicked out, and nodded: "I think your posture is no different from the posture when spitting out spider silk. Perhaps the citizens will be happy to accept Spider-Man in this posture.
It’s here!”
"Hahaha, Robert, you are really joking. Even if you don't save me, the little brother next to me will not be looked at strangely by others."
Robert looked to Matt aside.
Matt's posture was like that of a coquettish puppy, with his arms hanging on his chest. If Robert hadn't known that Matt was making gestures to prepare for the battle, he might have been unable to resist looking at him for two more seconds.
Eye.
"Well, for the sake of Mr. Matt's honor, I reluctantly rescued you."
Robert used a long knife to split the mesh and successfully freed the two people hanging on the wall.