(a)

"Uh-a-a-aa!"

Nalan Xuan, who had just woken up, breathed too quickly, and coughed violently when he touched the wounds in his chest and abdomen that had not yet fully recovered. After a few coughs, he wiped the blood from his mouth, endured a strong feeling of dizziness, and stood up with a slight shaking.

The first thing you do when you wake up is figure out the time and place.

Nalan Twilight touched the large piece where his chest and abdomen met through his clothes, and was bruised by the sudden punch of the "killer in the mist". Under the gentle pressure, the wound is still dull and painful. Considering how quickly he healed, the pain at least meant that he hadn't fainted for long.

"Good news. He thought to himself, "If you miss the key battle because of this punch and lose the whole game, then you really want to cry without tears." ”

Next is the location, looking around, the eye is still a sea of green bamboo with no end in sight, and the strange mist is gone, and the air around is very fresh. This shows that he is still in the middle of the lost bamboo forest, not punched to the moon, but it should be some distance away from where he was before. Although he couldn't figure out exactly where he was in the bamboo forest for the time being, he didn't need to figure it out too much - the bamboo would show him the way.

In the straight line in front of him, the dense bamboos fell as if they had been plowed by a tornado, and they made way for him to come out through the forest. These natural road signs were all struck by his back in the process of flying upside down at high speed. Now, if he wanted to get back to his companions quickly, he just had to follow the route he had been beaten off and do it all over again.

It's a bit ironic to say that.

"Without further ado, hurry up and drip ......"

"Snap"

Nalan took a step forward, just as he stepped on something soft.

"Ouch, I'm sorry. He hurriedly removed his front foot, and then said with a smile:

"How did I forget about you?"

Lying in front of him was the unlucky Raven Tengu who was knocked away by a punch a few seconds before him, and shot Marufumi. Coincidentally, they flew to the same place. Wen was beaten to the ground, his mouth was covered in blood, and he was lying unconscious on the ground, with a shoe print on his face...... Who did this, it's just too inhumane!

Nalan leaned down and reached out to probe her snort: his breathing was steady, and he knew she wasn't the kind of person who would be easily defeated.

No, think about it carefully, from the day he met Shotimaru Wen, until now, for about half a year, the paparazzi were beaten over by him on this day, and his whole body was broken by Reimu, and he was hidden by Yakumo Purple God, and she would have died eight hundred times if she were an ordinary person, but she still jumped out of the grave like a zombie, continued to make trouble, continued to be beaten, what should I do. From this point of view, if Wen can be killed by this punch, it will really be big news.

If that's the case, "Wenwen. The headline on the front page of the inaugural issue of the News (Santuchuan Edition)" reads: "The incorruptible and upright underworld news reporter Shotmei Maruwen reports exclusively for you, with the motto of "Always being beaten, never being defeated", as tenacious as an immortal Xiaoqiang, the honest and honest Ravengu reporter Shotmei Maruwen was actually killed by a punch...... It's just inhuman!"

"Poof!"

Just thinking about Wen continuing her career in the afterlife world, Nalan Hao couldn't help laughing, and she was a little unconscionable. After that, he straightened up, stepped over Wen's body with his feet, and walked forward without looking back, and embarked on the way home.

It may be a bit unkind to say it, but Nalan Yu really thinks that the situation of the Shooting Pill at this time "even if you leave it alone, it's not a big deal, and you should wake up after lying down for a while." Of course, more than that, he wasn't a life-saving doctor, and he didn't have even a minute to waste here.

(b)

The fist condensed by the fog always appeared suddenly, knocked out a person with one blow, and then dissipated, returning to the fog, nowhere to be found, like a deadly ghost.

At least, that was the pattern of its behavior until Catherine Pagos stepped forward.

Now, with a firm grip on its wrist, Catherine spoke clearly, word for word, and told it:

"If you're really just a cloud of mist, then I shouldn't be able to catch you anyway, but you're not. ”

"You just 'transformed' into mist, and this 'change' is either magic or magic, in short, it consumes energy, even the smallest amount of energy. And that energy is the reason why you are subject to me. ”

"I erased the energy you used to shapeshift. So you don't have to think about it anymore and go back to the fog and escape, and that's not all......"

At this, Catherine increased her strength, and squeaked her lean arm so hard that it was tooth-aching—the scream of her bones under pressure.

Don't look at Catherine's weak eldest lady, no matter what, she is also a third-generation ancient blood clan, even if she can't compare to melee experts like Nalan Twilight and Fran in terms of strength, she is not much worse. In this Gensokyo, there are only a few people who can be stronger than her in terms of physical ability.

Her grip, if it was replaced by ordinary people's hand bones, would have been shattered into scum a long time ago. is this mysterious "One-Punch Man", whose physical fitness is hard enough, can barely hold on without breaking his arm. But don't forget, this Miss Catherine has something else to do.

"If you still want to keep this hand, then get me out of the fog!"

Unlike her previous cold but elegant, aristocratic speech and demeanor, she shouted this sentence, and her tone was full of threat. This is not some alarmist rhetoric to embolden, but a genuine deterrent, or rather, a warning. The power she's shown so far, and her condescending presence, all send a signal to her: she really has the means to destroy this arm if she wants to.

The ball was exchanged, and the choice returned to the mysterious attacker who had not shown his face so far, and that guy had only two options left:

Either break your wrist and escape, or show your original form.

No matter how the other party eventually responds, Catherine knows that she will always be the one who has the upper hand. It's okay to run away, but it's a terrible price, and if you don't, you'll inevitably have to fight her, Catherine Pagos, at close range. At such a distance, no matter how formidable the enemy, Catherine was able to take away all his strength, so much so that in the end she could not even do it with a heartbeat and a breath.

However, in reality, the cards are often played out of order.

"Smack!"

At that moment, Catherine seemed to hear the sound of a string snapping in her body. Then she lost the strength to stand, and suddenly her body became like a leaky ball, and she collapsed to the ground crookedly, unable to move. The arm, which she had been holding tightly in her palm and couldn't break free, also took this opportunity to turn into mist again and dissipate.

Blood ran down the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks, and eventually pooled on the ground and seeped into the dirt. In her crooked field of vision, her companions were anxiously opening their mouths, which looked as if they were calling her name, but she heard nothing but sharp tinnitus.

She couldn't feel her heartbeat anymore, not only that, the coldness of the ground, the pain in her body, and even her entire body, everything was beyond the range of her senses.

At this moment, there was only one question in her heart:

"Why is it that the one who is robbed of his power will be me?"

Then she saw that the fog around her was blown by a nameless demonic wind to a point not far in front of her, nay, more accurately, it was their spontaneous gathering movement, which brought with it this strange wind that came from all directions, and finally blew towards the same point. The fog that gathers is first transformed from a gas into a flowing liquid, which then molds into a human shape and finally condenses into a solid. In the clear, transparent air that had been clear for the first time in a long time, a little girl with huge horns was born out of the condensed mist.

"You're so carried away, Batboy!"

The little girl looked down at her coldly, and opened her mouth to say this.