I can never die like this before I complete my agreement!
The stubborn soul in the young man's body was roaring, and the fiery heart in his chest was beating at an unprecedented high level.
"ah!!"
The black-haired wolf-headed man, who just thought that the boy had died, also loosened his grip.
Unexpectedly, just when he was about to let go and leave, the dying human took out a short sword from nowhere and stabbed the wound on his shoulder.
The black-haired wolf-headed man's injury was enlarged by this unexpected attack, the muscles inside were torn again, and the tip of the sword even touched his shoulder blade.
"Uh...ah!"
The tearing feeling of the wound made him scream in agony, and he subconsciously stepped back. The black-haired wolf-headed man stared at the human boy in front of him, and after a moment he screamed in horror:
"Basra! (Impossible!)"
There are still bruises on the neck of the young man in front of him, and the sunken fingerprints on it are clearly visible due to the brute force he exerted just now.
This boy should be dead. To be precise, if he were an ordinary human being, he would have died long ago. He should have broken the boy's neck just now, and the human boy had almost lost his life before.
Because of fear, the wolf-headed man lost his cool and just wanted to distance himself from this human being.
As the wolf-headed man retreated in panic, the boy's body was freed. His right hand held the dagger that was still bleeding, and his left hand pressed against his right arm, making a cross.
gesture.
"how?"
The young man said to the wolf-headed man in a hoarse voice: "Didn't he attack like just now?"
He turned his neck, and the slightly misaligned joints inside made a crackling sound.
The black-haired wolf-headed man covered the bloody wound on his shoulder with his right hand, and made a blocking gesture with his other hand. He felt an inexplicable pressure from this young man.
This human being is completely different from before. He can feel the danger of this young man. The original prey is no longer the prey, but now who is the hunter has to be determined again.
"Then I'll attack it."
The boy moved. This time he did not dodge blindly like before, but took the initiative to attack.
Obviously his strength has not changed and his speed has not increased, but he is no longer afraid of the fierce wolf-headed man in front of him.
Can you remember?
I have seen the use of this kind of short weapon before.
At this moment, a seemingly petite figure began to appear in the young man's mind, holding a pair of short daggers in both hands as he shuttled back and forth among several black-armored guards.
She was wearing a mask, and the white mask was splattered with blood. Of course, it couldn't be hers.
In just a moment, those seemingly tough men fell down one after another.
She just stood in a pool of blood, stepping on the corpses of the victims, looking up as if enjoying herself to welcome the rain of blood slowly dripping from the air, staining her black robe with an inconspicuous wine red.
That woman who looked like a god of death was one of his "instructors" who had paranoid or even twisted personalities. She was also a rather special "instructor" and was respected by other "instructors".
But if we were to say exactly how this person made the boy feel, she was a woman he least wanted to see again.
He had never deliberately learned this person's skills, nor had he had much communication with her. Because when this woman looked at him, he could feel a sense of being hunted.
The black-haired wolf-headed man was only two steps away from him. The boy rushed forward and soon started a real fight with the wolf-headed man.
The black-haired wolf-headed man's left shoulder was injured, and there was blood on his right paw. Seeing that this human boy dared to attack, the proud wolf-headed man was also very angry.
The lamb who was supposed to be waiting for the slaughter actually dared to provoke the hungry wolf?
The angry wolf-headed man swung his claws at the young man, and the sharp wolf claws made a whistling sound in the air. However, the young man did not avoid its sharp edge, but instead took the initiative to meet him, as if he was being carried into the arms of the wolf-headed man.
"Uh-huh!!"
The short sword in the young man's hand pierced the leather armor on the wolf-headed man's chest and stabbed into his flesh. Although it didn't penetrate deeply, it still hurt him. The claw just now was also dodged by the young man, and even scratched him.
Not a hair on his head.
The black-haired wolf-headed man quickly put his hands back, trying to grab the young man who was sticking to his chest. But the young man lowered his head and passed by his side. At the same time, he felt pain in his waist again.
The boy once again left wounds on his body.
There are so many flaws...
Is the opponent in front of him really strong? The young man smiled.
Kong has brute strength, but he controls his power so poorly.
This wolf-headed man can do more than make a noisy howl.
"Ouch!!"
The black-haired wolf-headed man was very angry. His attacks could not hit the boy. It was as if this human had wings on his back and was so flexible that he was completely different from his previous state.
The whistling sound of the wind sounded in the young man's ears again, but he judged the attack trajectory of the wolf's claws without any panic. The claws carried strong wind and waves, and it was conceivable that this should be the full blow of the wolf-headed man.
But so what?
He already knew the trajectory of the wolf's claw attack.
This time it's...on the right!
Normally, one should keep distance from this dangerous attack, but the boy just started running around the wolf-headed man to the left.
The black-haired wolf-headed man wanted to keep up with the boy, but the boy was too nimble. When he ran behind the wolf-headed man, the attack became non-threatening.
Wearing a thorn coat, you turn yourself into a thorn and entangle your opponent, just like hooking the person's clothes and skin, making it difficult for the opponent to get rid of it.
No matter who's attacking, as long as it cannot fully cover the area, the distance between the opponent's body and the blind spot of the attack must be the shortest.
While your opponent is tired of dealing with it, launch an attack.
This is the high-end technique highly praised by the users of short weapons and swordsmen, such as Shadow Sashimi.
The advantage of short weapons is their flexibility, but they also have the disadvantages of narrow attack range and difficulty in blocking damage.
Then it is undoubtedly foolish to keep a distance from the enemy. The most correct way to use short weapons is to stay close to the enemy and prevent the enemy from attacking.
Of course, the thin boy is not a melee expert, and he has nothing to do with Shadow Thorns or thieves.
He just kept recalling that woman's fighting posture in his mind. Every movement she made, no matter how subtle, even just moving her fingers, was restored in his memory and quickly used in this real-life fight.
The high-end movement technique of wearing a tattoo was unconsciously used by this young man who probably didn't even know the specific name of the technique.
Phew!
The young man behind him struck the defensive gap again, and the black-haired wolf-headed man had another bloody hole in his body.
"Kuros (go to hell)!!"
The black-haired wolf-headed man, whose body was covered with bruises, his hair stood on end, was furious and very angry.
The boy's attack on the wolf-headed man did not cause any fatal injuries.
His arm strength is still weak, so the only way to hurt the wolf-headed man with a dagger is to stab him straight.
Utilizing the armor-piercing effect of the sword tip and the sword's double blades to penetrate directly into the wolf-headed man's fur, this is now the only way the boy can effectively injure the wolf-headed man.
But because his body was constantly moving, the boy didn't have much spare energy. At the same time, the black-haired wolf-headed man was also feeling the part of himself that was about to be stabbed, and tensed his muscles at that moment.
This allowed the boy to cause very little damage to him, and those bloody wounds were actually just simple flesh wounds.
It's just that even if there are just a few mosquito bites all over the body, even though there is almost no pain, it will still make you extremely irritated.
And now this young man was making bloody holes with his sword, which really made the black-haired wolf-headed man almost crazy with anger.
He turned around and grabbed him, but the young man still dodged him.
No matter whether he wanted to hit him with his body or jump forward to distance himself, the young man always followed him like a shadow and dodged his attacks keenly. At the same time, he did not forget to leave a few more shallow marks on the wolf-headed man.
of wounds.
No, we can't continue like this!
The black-haired wolf-headed man realized that if he continued like this, he would probably be dragged down by this human being.
If there are no other wolf-headed men to help, the disadvantages of this battle will only continue to expand.
However, he was in such a state of embarrassment even against a human brat. If this dark history was left behind, he would never be able to become a member of the glorious "tribal warriors" in the future, and he would never be able to be respected among his tribe.
Get started.
Ouch!!
So he roared loudly, and all the muscles in his body tensed up. This was a manifestation of Qi gathering. All the fighting Qi in his body was gathered together, and he was able to explode with power that he had never had before.
Since this young man plans to follow his own pace, let him follow! As long as he can keep up!
He rushed towards the room where the boy was hiding before, and the speed of his movement made the boy scream in surprise.
The young man had just noticed something unusual about the wolf-headed man, but his movements at this moment were too fast for him to follow quickly, and he managed to successfully distance the wolf-headed man from the young man.
At this time, the young man did not follow immediately, because... what came next was the fatal wind of the knife!
If he had pursued rashly just now, in this semi-arc attack circle, no matter how flexible his movements were, he would still be missing.
The black-haired wolf-headed man rushed back to that room deliberately just to get the long knife inserted in the door frame.
The long knife in his hand instantly pushed back the human boy who was like a maggot attached to his bones. This time the length of the long knife played a big role. The boy couldn't get close easily, so he used the short knife in his hand to move back.
Sword attacks will be ineffective.
What else can the young man think of to deal with it?
The woman in the memory fragment did not give him the answer to this problem.
After all, once those people get close to her, there is no so-called "next step".
Those poor guys had their throats cut off or their heart veins pierced in just an instant. How could they have any chance to fight back?
Young people can't do this.
Although wearing a tattoo is a high-end combat skill, it can have different effects in the hands of people with different strengths.
It's actually very easy to deal with this "clothed assassin", you just need to find a way to keep your opponent away.
Skills that cannot be used will not work no matter how powerful they are.
The young man encountered this embarrassing situation here. He was forced back by the wolf-headed man with a long knife.
The sword gleams forced him to give up his plan to fight back and instead think about how to survive this crazy attack.
But in fact, even if the previous confrontation was maintained, the young man was thinking the same thing as the black-haired wolf-headed man: No, we can't continue like this!
It seemed that the young man who had been harassing the werewolf had the upper hand.
In fact, if this state of exchanging offense and defense continues, the boy will lose.
Maybe even the wolf-headed man has forgotten that there is a gap in physical fitness between the two that cannot be ignored.
After all, the boy is just a boy, so how can his physical strength compare to that of this strong wolf-headed man? The boy has already consumed a lot of energy in the front, and the injuries he suffered before are not something that can be suppressed.
His body had been under heavy stress from overexertion during this period.
It wasn't just the black-haired wolf-headed man who wanted a quick victory, and the boy had no intention of dragging it out.
However, his attacks were ineffective, or he was unable to inflict real and effective damage to the wolf-headed man.
Every time he moved, he felt his legs become a little heavier.
His body is becoming less and less flexible, and his limbs are gradually losing control. Prejudging and reading memories require mental energy. Every large movement he makes is a test for this frail body.
After all, the gap in strength could not be made up by skills. If he wanted to deal with this difficult enemy just in close combat, it was obviously not something that this weak young man could do.
How long can it last?
This body of mine...
When the young man retreated to the living room and once again avoided the long knife that was coming from the hand of the wolf-headed man, the question that was lingering in his mind was immediately answered.
Suddenly there were stars in his eyes, his eyes turned black, and his whole body went limp.
In order to prevent himself from falling, the young man half-knelt on the ground, covering his ringing ears with both hands, and he had no choice but to drop the dagger in his hand.
The short sword made a clanging sound on the ground, but the long sword of the black-haired wolf-headed man did not stop.
It is impossible for a young man caught in such an abnormal state to have the strength to continue to dodge.
The wolf-headed man was a little surprised to see the boy suddenly kneel down, but he had no reason to give up this opportunity.
Looking at the oncoming sword light, the young man could only sigh silently in his heart, he was really helpless this time.
"Drink!!"
A white blade flashed, hot blood splashed on the ground, and an unwilling head rolled in the pool of blood.
"Boy! Are you okay?"
When the young man recognized the appearance of the man in front of him, his eyes darkened and he fell forward.
Zeref quickly caught the boy, laid him down on the ground, and held the back of the boy's head with his arms so that his whole body could relax.
"Is he okay, young man?"
Heimer put the bloody sword back into its sheath, and the originally ferocious black-haired wolf-headed man had been beheaded by him.
The crisis was thus resolved.
At that critical moment, Heimer and Zeref finally arrived.
They spent some time trying to find the boy's location, but as soon as they saw the figure of the black-haired wolf-headed man, they rushed over.
Fortunately, they arrived in time, and they took one step before the wolf-headed man took action against the boy, and ended the life of the evil wolf.
The boy lost consciousness, but this time was very short.
After just a moment, he opened his eyes again.
Facing him at this time were the dark stubble on Zeref's chin. This familiar scene made him feel at ease.
The young man reached out and pressed his still swollen temples. The symptoms of headache and chest tightness lingered on his body. It was obvious that he had reached his limit just now.
There is a price to pay for exceeding the limit. For example, the current physical weakness and pain are one of the prices. If there are any hidden diseases that are difficult to detect, the young man will not be too surprised.
"How long have I been lying there?"
The boy asked. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. No matter how short the dream was, it couldn't be used as a standard to measure the time spent in reality.
"Just a moment, boy, you are really lucky."
Zeref sighed, and you could tell from his tone that the man was really relieved that the boy had successfully escaped.
"I want to get up."
The boy put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up on his own. But now his whole body was weak and he couldn't exert himself for a while. It was only after Zeref helped him that he finally got up.
"How are you? Boy, are you feeling better now?"
Heimer walked up to the boy and knelt down to check his injuries. There were no obvious injuries on the boy's body, mostly scratches and partial bruises.
"I think I'm fine, thank you."
The young man coughed twice and looked pale, but he recovered somewhat and his body was gradually able to move freely.
"It's okay, we have to get out of here quickly."
Heimer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the boy could still walk independently without Zeref's support.
After all, at this time, if there are still injured people, it will still be quite difficult for them to evacuate safely.
"That's good, let's leave quickly."
Zeref urged, he didn't want to stay in this land of right and wrong.
"Wait a minute! Lord Heimer."
The young man clutched his chest, his heart still beating abnormally.
The sense of dissonance he felt at the entrance of the village still hadn't disappeared...