'Extreme burst', a skill that comes with the boots of speed, once a day, lasts for three seconds. Within three seconds, Zhou Qingfeng's speed can double. He has never shown this ability in front of others, and he was forced to do so today.
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Schroeder is indeed very strong, far more powerful than Zhou Qingfeng. Head-to-head confrontation is not the latter's strong point at all. With his physical fitness, he should not be fighting an orc in an open field.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was accustomed to fighting in the jungle, soon learned the hard way. No matter how hard he tried, he could not resist Schroeder's slashing axe--so he had to resort to a unique move.
In anger, Zhou Qingfeng tried his best. 'Extreme burst' was one of his trump cards. The moment the skill was activated, it was as fast as lightning.
The agility of 'Thirteen' is already more than twice that of a normal adult. Doubling it would be even more astonishing. Although Schroeder's speed was not bad, being shrouded in fog caused him to lose his vision.
When the sword light came, Schroeder screamed and turned his head to avoid the sharp edge. His tomahawk chop was not wrong, but it was difficult to change after the strength of his arm was exhausted. Suddenly, his vision went black and he could not see anything.
Now, I can only rely on hearing.
If Zhou Qingfeng was still at his original speed, this would not be a flaw. Schroeder could only retreat quickly or chop violently. But now that Zhou Qingfeng's speed doubled, he could seize the small opportunity between the opponent's ax blades to launch a surprise attack.
With a snap, the sludge monster's tongue spear was shot out. The combination of speed and surprise quickly changed the situation on the field. Everyone present felt the same way. The flash of the sword was just a flash of light, but the instant shot in the fog was the most deadly.
Everyone originally thought that Zhou Qingfeng was about to die, but their mood suddenly changed and they were stunned. After a while, they couldn't help but step into Schroeder's place.
Zhou Qingfeng's moves are not exquisite, but his speed is completely unstoppable. This attack comes so fast, how can anyone avoid it?
The Boots of Speed accelerate by 20%. It can easily turn a sprinter into the top sprinting genius. And the 'speed burst' can turn a sprinting genius into a king of speed.
In a sprint competition, if the time taken to run 100 meters is fifteen seconds, it would be a joke. But if the speed is doubled and it takes seven point five seconds, it is unprecedented, unparalleled in the world, and beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Zhou Qingfeng was already extremely fast, and his current agility was unimaginable for ordinary people. Schroeder swung his battle ax, and in an instant, only a small gap was exposed, and the tip of the tongue spear passed through the gap.
Schroeder heard the vibration in the air when the tongue spear shot instantly. Thousands of trainings and actual combat made him instinctively dodge. But it was too late. He felt a pain in his chest, followed by numbness.
Oops, this is an attack with poison.
However, orcs are strong and have a high ability to resist toxins, so they should be fine, right?
Schroeder quickly retreated, but the fog did not stop in place, and also chased behind Schroeder at a very high speed. The fog shrouded him, but he couldn't tell where Zhou Qingfeng was? He could only keep swinging the big ax in an attempt to stop him.
Follow-up attacks.
The three seconds of ‘extreme speed burst’ are not over yet.
Schroeder's soul came out. He never expected that the seemingly inconspicuous young man could have such a method. He roared angrily, the concussive sound waves spread outward, and the ax blade lit up with white light - the orc's violent attack.
The roar made the hearts of everyone present tremble, and the ax swung at high speed carried an irresistible momentum, protecting Schroeder's whole body. He no longer retreated, but launched a counterattack.
The speed of Zhou Qingfeng's attack was too unexpected. Schroeder could not retain his strength. He used fearless momentum to slash and kill in the fog in an attempt to break the situation. The condensed fog rolled violently and steamed endlessly.
Such a brute force attack is obviously based entirely on strength, and is most suitable for dealing with opponents who are fast and have low defense. Just as the onlookers felt that in the mist, Mr. Hugo was either chopped to pieces or forced to flee...
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A series of shrill screams came from the fog. More than ten seconds later, the burly Schroeder stumbled out. His chest, shoulders, back, and thighs were all bleeding profusely, and he was in a miserable state.
Defeated, defeated, completely defeated!
It only takes a few breaths to go in and out.
Just now, Schroeder was so powerful that he was extremely proud. No one expected that Uncle Zhou would be defeated so quickly once he started to attack. Everyone also noticed that the orc's wounds were bleeding with black blood, and he was obviously poisoned.
The fog dissipated, revealing Zhou Qingfeng's stern face. The young man raised his head, chest heaving, panting slightly, "Schroeder, I wanted to give you a chance, but you thought wrong.
I don’t need your surrender, rebellious subordinates, or your meaningless recognition. You are just an ordinary settlement leader, not as valuable as you thought. I could have let you live, but you
Seeking death."
Schroeder didn't expect that he would lose at all. The two sides fought for only about ten rounds. He had always had the advantage, but he was injured in the blink of an eye - he didn't even know how he was injured, because he was sure that the young man had no chance at all.
Opportunities are close to you.
The same question came to everyone's mind at the scene. Inisa was riding on horseback, but she couldn't see through the fog. At first, she thought it was Zhou Qingfeng's cavalry sword that injured Schroeder, but the thin handle
There was no blood on the elf sword at all.
Everyone's eyes quickly focused on Zhou Qingfeng's left hand. There was a small box on the forearm behind the wrist. There was some blood on the mouth of the box.
It is an exquisite arm crossbow.
Everyone present was an expert, and they could see through Zhou Qingfeng's methods at a glance. He used his extreme speed to approach Schroeder, and took the lead by attacking quickly and grabbing slowly. Before Schroeder could stabilize his position again, he used the fog ring to disrupt his judgment and force him to
The opponent explodes with a big move.
Orcs often lose their sense when using amplified moves. The power of their attacks will be greatly increased, leaving gaps in defense. So Zhou Qingfeng inflicted fatal damage to Schroeder - the arm crossbow was a weapon used for sneak attacks and was almost impossible to dodge at close range.
Even though they understood this method, everyone was still sweating. After thinking hard for a while, they all felt that they had no solution - once they saw through it, Mr. Hugo's tricks were not very surprising, and they were not very risky. But he burst out at an amazing speed.
The degree is incomprehensible.
In the world of martial arts, the only thing that can't be defeated is speed!
Zhou Qingfeng pointed his sword directly, counted with his fingers, and shouted coldly: "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?" After saying this, he still said in his mind: "'Shadow,' your judgment is wrong.
I can win without your help."
The people watching were also silent, and then they burst into loud roars, "Victor, Victor, Victor, our Victor."
A black-hearted profiteer was resurrected from the desperate situation. Rubio thought he was going to be buried with Uncle Zhou, but in a moment he turned defeat into victory. He burst into tears, quickly pocketed the bets he received, and jumped out to shout.
"Your Excellency Hugo is invincible, he is the symbol of victory. Who else wants to challenge? The next odds will be 100 to 1. Come and place your bets!"
Zhou Qingfeng won so neatly, who would dare to provoke him? Even the barbarians under Schroeder also shrank.
Schroeder, who had lost his underwear, was already poisoned, his hands and feet were cold, and he was dizzy. His survival consciousness made him fall to the ground and shouted with all his strength: "I give up, I give up, save me, save me."
But no one came to save him. The price paid by the loser is his own life.