Every primitive-man hunter in the primordial era, they know this very well:

It is often the injured beast in the mountains and forests that is the most dangerous and deadly.

In the same way, they must be strong enough to become more ferocious than beasts when necessary, so that they can continue to live.

This is something that is deeply rooted in their blood, and it is also the greatest reliance on them to struggle to survive in this world.

After an instant, one of the gangster's left arms was removed, and the jackal's chest was directly stabbed in a pair.

For a moment, both sides were seriously wounded, but they were like wounded beasts, not only did they not retreat, but burst out with all the fierceness in their bones.

Of course, the jackals, who have more combat experience, reacted faster.

He quickly raised his left hand, grabbed the handle of the spear on his chest with one hand, and with his right hand, he picked up the thick bone stick with all his might, and smashed it against the rogue's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

And at this time, it was the rabbit catcher who reacted.

Instinctively, he pulled the handle of the gun outward, trying to pull out the spear that had pierced the outside of the jackal's chest.

It's a pity that it was only at this time that he realized that the jackal, a totem warrior, even if he grabbed the handle of the gun with his left hand with less force, still let the handle of the gun not move under his pull.

Facing the bone stick that roared and smashed on the top of his head, the hooligan was also squeezed out of the ruthlessness in his blood.

'Ah~' roared like a beast, his only intact right hand tightened the handle of the gun, and with the greatest force he changed from pulling to stabbing hard.

In an instant, the hilt of the spear that pierced through the jackal advanced nearly a meter again.

The sharp pain of the gun's not very round and straight handle, which slid through the wound, was a little unbearable for a fierce man like a jackal.

The unspeakable pain made his whole face twist.

But even so, the bone rod smashed from his right hand still insisted on picking it down, and slammed it towards the top of the gangster's head, and inevitably under the severe pain, the movement of his right hand was slightly out of shape.

"Knock~" sounded like a drum.

A scene that frightened Song Yong and even his whole heart jumped out happened, because under the blow of the full force of the six fingers, the explosion-proof helmet, which still performed well, was smashed in an instant.

Even, he could see the black material the size of a palm from the explosion-proof helmet being smashed and flying.

He should have thought a long time ago that the power of the totem warrior's burst was far beyond the power of an ordinary hunter like Six Fingers.

Even if the special structure of the explosion-proof helmet can greatly reduce the impact force, Song Yong is still worried that the poor hooligan will be stunned or directly stoned to death......

The hooligan was not stoned to death, let alone fainted.

Even though he seemed to have drunk too much high-grade liquor such as stuffy donkeys, his steps became staggering, but he still insisted on not falling.

On the contrary, after he suddenly let go of the handle of the gun in his hand, his intact right hand quickly touched the handle of the pig-killing knife at his waist.

Then, an amazing sword light suddenly lit up, and the hooligan slashed with all his strength, slashing at the jackal's face door with extraordinary accuracy.

In the splatters of blood, the jackal fell with its head held high.

It only pierced the spear on the outside of his chest, so that he could not completely fall into the snow, but was supported by the spear in mid-air, forming a position of almost forty-five degrees of reclining.

This odd posture didn't last long.

After slashing with all his strength, the staggering figure could no longer hold on, and also fell headlong and smashed on the half-hung jackal.

Then in this impact, the ruthless jackal who was struck in the face couldn't help but scream, and couldn't help but let out a terrible scream.

Mainly in this impact, there was a 'click', and the handle of the gun was finally broken.

After the spear was broken in two and broke away from the piercing wound on the jackal's outer chest, the gangster's fallen figure fell with the jackal on the snow, and fell to a heap.

"Go quickly~" The shouting sound in Song Yong's mouth was held back as soon as it was issued.

Because the battle was not over as he expected, the two people who fell in the snow were still using various means to create wounds for each other.

Rolling, scuffling, and even biting each other like beasts with the teeth in their mouths.

In this situation, until one of the jackal's right hands choked the gangster's neck, and the fist formed by the left hand rained down on the gangster's explosion-proof helmet, which had long been sparse.

With every punch, there were streaks of blood splattering.

The source of these blood stains is unknown, whether it is from the head of a hooligan, or the fist the size of a jackal casserole, or both.

It's not that he doesn't fight back just by being beaten, even if his whole face quickly turns blue and black under the lack of oxygen.

But his intact right hand was still wielding a bright pig-killing knife, instinctively and desperately chopping at the opponent, and now, it depends on which of the two can grit their teeth and persist to the end in such mutual harm.

The ferocity of the primitive people and natives in the battle once again refreshed the upper limit in Song Yong's heart.

Battles between warriors are not allowed to interfere with others.

Regarding this, it was the most insistent and cherished rule among primitive tribes, and Song Yong simply couldn't step forward to do anything before the battle was completely over.

Unless, unless, this bitter battle can be decided......

The above battle seems quite lengthy to describe, but in the actual process, it is actually two or three minutes.

Eventually, both the gangster and the jackal passed out at almost the same time.

"Wild, hurry up and save people, and carry the hooligan down for me. This time, Song Yong finally shouted the order, and then Huang and another seriously wounded man who had not recovered stepped forward and carried the hooligan down with great difficulty.

The situation on the side of the Broken Tooth Tribe was almost the same, and they urgently carried down their only totem warrior.

The reason why these seriously injured people were allowed to go up to carry people was that Song Yong also had a last resort.

The warriors on both sides fainted almost at the same time, and after the fight was completed, who could tell which side had won the heads-up just now.

He had a strong premonition that the last thing he wanted to see was about to begin.

But I don't want to see it anymore, and at this time there seems to be no other choice, and Song Yong yelled with an anxious mood: "Security battle phalanx, form a formation~"

Under the order, Araku and a few other seriously wounded people carried the unknown life and death of the hooligans, and retreated to the rear with the little cubs covered with tears and snot.

The combat effectiveness of the sixty-four gray rabbit tribes began to stand according to the positions that were memorized in their minds under the sticks and stinking curses.

The already cold air is about to condense nervously at this moment!