Ayler, who grew up in a slum since childhood, was not good at dealing with things, and his reaction was very sharp. As soon as the opponent made a move, with a whoosh, he had already turned over two tables and moved the position of the stool in a sinister manner.
The result of the other party's imitation was that the foothold was higher and lower, and the front leg bone of one leg directly hit the extremely hard log stool, causing the whole person to fall flat on his back.
During this process, everyone clearly heard a clear "click" sound. The calf of the leg stuck in the stool leg was obviously twisted. The white bones were exposed, and the blood was like a fountain in the square.
Call it cheerful.
He was a hero one moment and turned into a slug the next.
He lay on the ground hugging his legs and howling miserably, his fighting power instantly reduced to zero.
Everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Just looking at it made people's scalp numb, and their eyes all fell on the culprit.
The young lobby manager Elle was also a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the trap he set with a casual pull would be so powerful. He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "You can't blame me for this. You have to bear witness for me. He was the one who chased me first.
I didn't touch him."
"How dare you hurt my brother, you are looking for death, brothers." Bront's eyes were red, and now that he saw blood, things could not get better. He called his little brother and took out all the murder weapons, daggers,
There were iron bars and short forks, all used in street fights.
"What do you want to do? Oh...my legs, my legs!" The injured man lying on the ground shouted in panic.
It turned out that at some point, a young man appeared beside him, an Andis young man. Regardless of his wishes, he pinched his arm holding his leg twice. The young wounded man suddenly found that his two
My arms were completely useless.
Taking advantage of this time, the injured leg completely fell into the opponent's arms. There was another click, and the twisted leg returned to its original position. The young injured man howled involuntarily.
A voice.
This time the pain was dozens of times more painful than before. His hands regained consciousness and slapped the ground crazily, "My legs, my legs."
He wanted to pull his legs out, but the other person's hands were like rocks. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move at all. After struggling for a few seconds, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Who are you? What have you done to my brother?" Bront was shocked and angry.
What makes him angry is that the other party dares to harm his brothers one after another, without taking them into consideration at all.
To his surprise, he didn't see clearly how the tall young Andisian appeared. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he was already standing there. Could it be that he had knight-level skills?
This kind of speculation made Bront's heart pounding. If the other party really had knight-level skills, he would have hit the wall this time. The force that could support a knight-level skill was definitely not the ones hanging around on the streets.
The knight-errant hero can afford to provoke him.
"Let go of my brother." The others were not as shrewd as Bront. Their eyes turned red when they saw the blood, and they rushed forward aggressively.
"Woof woof..." An Andis hound suddenly jumped out and stood in front of them with its teeth bared.
"Scared!" Everyone was startled. Although the Andis Hound is not as big as a Wolfhound, it is much more powerful than an ordinary native dog. It usually looks docile, but once it gets angry, it has a strong momentum of its own.
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"Barton, come back." Sean glanced at the rangers coldly, "If you don't want your brother's leg to be amputated, you'd better not act rashly."
"Stop it!" Bront broke into cold sweat. With just one glance, he could conclude that the other party had definitely entered the knight level and was beginning to move towards the great knight level. With that kind of concentrated look in his eyes, he could only
I have seen it in the deputy commander of the city guard. He is a real great knight.
"Don't worry, he's fine. He just fainted. Elle, you guys, help me carry him to the medical room." Sean said to his young waiter.
"Yes, boss." Although Eller didn't know what his boss was going to do, he obeyed his orders.
"Be gentle, don't move his injured leg. I can just lift his injured leg. You guys can help lift him up." When he stood up, Sean's feet were obviously a little unsteady, and there was steam rising from his forehead.
What seemed like a casual break just now actually consumed two-thirds of Sean's energy.
In the process of correcting the patient's bones, part of Sean's magical power penetrated into the injured leg in a spiritual way. During the correction process, he further exerted force on the inside of the injured leg, including removing four pieces of bone from the wound.
It is pushed out and the position of the tendon is fixed to prevent further strain.
And it fully exerts the effect of gravity, perfectly applying Sean's power to the wound, minimizing secondary damage.
Although it sounds mysterious, the theory is quite simple. It is to monitor the power of magic in real time and exert it on others. This is the focus of Sean's recent research.
The reason why I said before that the attribute of will is not as simple as it seems is because after this attribute broke through 4, Sean would sometimes have a mysterious and mysterious feeling. Even with his eyes closed, he could see something.
thing.
Originally he thought it was caused by a significant increase in perception, but after repeated tests, he found that this was not entirely the case. Will also played a very subtle role in it. Perception was limited to various sensations in the body. Under the influence of strong will, some
Things have been separated from normal senses.
It's a bit like the power of thought in legends from previous lives, and Sean is a little unsure. He consulted Ms. Elena, and the answer he gave was ambiguous. He only said that this is a warlock's perception of nature. Everyone has his or her own path.
He can explore on his own, but she can't help him. When he can hear the echo of the elements of nature, he will enter the true palace of magic and become a Whisper level warlock.
After talking for a long time, it was as if he had not said anything at all. Sean complained in his heart that this was a typical free-range education, and no one had systematically summarized this aspect.
Even if there is, my mother definitely has not received any systematic education in this area. She has explored everything on her own, and her ability to reach this point is all due to her own talent and strength.
Regardless of whether it is mental power or not, Sean is just starting out in this area. He is sometimes not very good at it, and he does not have the legendary ability to move things dozens of meters away.
So far, Sean has not been able to move anything even half a meter in front of him with this kind of mental power. It is more like an extension of the body's senses.
For example, when this power is concentrated in his eyes, his vision immediately improves to a new level. He used to see the world like a highly myopic person, but suddenly puts on suitable glasses, and the whole world is different, and he can see farther and clearer.
, if it is night, there will be an ability similar to low-light vision.
If you focus on your legs, you can increase Sean's instant explosive power by 30%. Don't underestimate this number. With Sean's current physical fitness, Bolt, the former flying star, would have to stand aside in front of him. His fastest
The speed has exceeded 100 meters and nine seconds.
After all, the biological structure in this world is slightly different from that in the previous life, which determines the physical limits of both parties. There were few strongmen in the previous life who could lift thousands of pounds, but they are everywhere in this life. With a little training and nutrition, it is easy to keep up with the standard.
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An increase of 30% will allow Sean's 100-meter speed to break seven seconds. This is absolutely an astonishing improvement. Every time the speed increases a little bit, the air resistance will increase exponentially. Bolt's 100-meter time is 0.00.
He moved forward at a speed of several seconds, and he moved forward at a speed of several seconds, which is evident from his strength.
Although this ability is powerful, the consumption is equally astonishing.
Concentrate your eyes for more than twenty seconds at most. If the speed or power explodes, you will only run a hundred meters, and your energy and energy will be exhausted, and you will fall into a severe coma for several hours.
The side effects are not small, especially the explosion of strength or speed, which will cause varying degrees of damage to the explosive part, and even muscle tears in severe cases.
In the final analysis, Sean's physical fitness has not kept up. In game terms, his physical fitness is insufficient.
After trying it over and over again, Sean found that it was most helpful in terms of medical skills, especially for internal injuries that he had been unable to do anything about before.
The reason why internal injuries cannot be treated is said to be limited by medical conditions. In the final analysis, there is no way to observe the condition of the injured part of the patient.
Regardless of whether it is a surgical operation or Sean's own strength, as long as we can observe it and prescribe the right medicine, there are many ways to think of it.
But my method was still in the experimental stage after all, so I couldn't test it on my own subordinates. An idea struck me, and the current medical clinic and restaurant were built.
Regrettably, no experimental product has been delivered to the door on its own initiative so far. Mengbuding, the young lobby manager he had just promoted, made one for him on the spot. He was interested in it, and regardless of whether he was happy or not, he tested it first.
I don't know how many times, the technique of breaking off and repairing hundreds of dead pig legs was directly used on the local gangsters who caused trouble.
The effect is very satisfactory, and all that remains is to observe the subsequent recovery.
One thing is certain, as long as there is no infection, not only is the opponent's life not in danger, but the leg can be saved.
As for whether he will be lame, Sean can't guarantee it. After all, the bone residue just pushed out is not small.
If it were another quack doctor, such as a bloodletting monk, his leg would have to be chopped off. Whether his life could be saved would still be 30-70, with a 30% chance of surviving and a 70% chance of meeting the God of Truth.
Sean doesn't have any good solutions for various infections. He has thought about penicillin before, but he doesn't have a clue yet. After all, he is not a chemistry major. He only knows that it can be extracted from mold, but which kind of mold it is extracted from has to be determined.
No idea is known, let alone the extraction method.
The process of chopping a leg is also extremely bloody. Basically, chopping a cow leg or a pig leg is a moral act. Usually a knight with great strength holds an axe. Otherwise, if the ax cannot be chopped off, the patient will be in bad luck.
The world's first anesthetic, Sean, has just been developed and has not yet been promoted.
The more responsible ones would give them some strong rum, while the irresponsible ones would just do it hard, and it would hurt to death. There would always be one or two cases among a hundred people, not to mention heavy bleeding after amputation. If it was not handled in time, the same would happen.