Chapter 8: The Bloody War (Part II)

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The smell of blood in the air gradually became as strong as substance, causing the fierce beasts to become more and more aggressive, and they attacked endlessly.

"So-so!"

"It's so ugly, it's like a puppy sticking its legs up to pee!"

"Are you still breastfeeding? Explode your source power, simply! ”

At first, Freckles only watched in silence from behind. It didn't take long for him to start babbling gibberish, criticizing Gordon's martial arts. His whole body was soaked with sweat, his eyes were sometimes in a trance, sometimes restless, and the corners of his eyes, nose, and lips twitched frequently.

Gordon's steps are light, and he moves forward and backward between square inches, fast as a ghost. Each blow of the Ice Chrysanthemum Dagger is ever-changing, swimming like silk, tearing open the fur of the beast, inserting it into the vital parts, and drinking and steaming blood. In order to save the source power, Gordon and the fierce beast are separated with one touch, and they are touched and left, minimizing entanglement and killing with one blow.

This requires not only martial arts, but also precise eyesight and judgment. In just a moment, he had to grasp the momentum and direction of the fierce beast and choose the most reasonable way to attack.

The cave is narrow, and the huge beasts are easy to deal with, they are close to the four walls, crowded so that there are no gaps around, and it is difficult to move their limbs, so they can only open their mouths and bare their teeth vigorously. To deal with them, just blow the air hole and stab the throat as quickly as possible. The trouble is that some agile beasts can not only leap back and forth on vertical cave walls, but also breathe fire, spit sand, and other talents, and often need to fight for a moment before they can be killed. And once the time is extended, the rest of the beasts will take the opportunity to pounce into the cave.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Freckles howled, "Kill them all, and leave not one left!" ”

Gordon is fighting a four-eared black ape. The four-eared black ape is burly and fierce, jumping vertically like flying, its tail flicking back and forth in mid-air, cleverly changing its balance, and seemingly pounced on Gordon's left and then turned to the right. Gordon's dagger stabbed the black ape twice, but it jumped away in time and escaped the vital point, leaving only a shallow blood mark on his shoulder.

Unguarded, a horned python rushed into the hole with a strong wind, and the python's body was colorful and thick like a bucket. The four-eared black ape was knocked out first, smashed on the rock wall, and broke its muscles and bones. Gordon was also affected, and the whole person rolled to the side, and when he saw that he was about to hit the tortoise, he suddenly stepped out, a little rock wall, and bounced back, just to avoid the horned python's huge mouth.

The horned python turned its head and pounced again, and Gordon lay on the ground, bent his knees and kicked back, his body sliding backwards. The horned python bowed and pursued, Gordon supported his left palm, and suddenly did not retreat but advanced, the dagger flashed, and the figure and the horned python staggered past.

With a loud bang, the high head of the python smashed to the ground, and the python's tail flapped wildly, sweeping the fierce beast near the entrance of the cave away.

Gordon grabbed the rock with one hand and hung on to the top of the cave, looking as the horned python's neck cracked open, oozing a line of red blood. Immediately afterward, dozens of cracks opened up in the blood line, and a large number of blood springs spurted, spraying all around, splashing freckles all over the face.

"Your momentum is too weak, like a soft." Freckles let the blood flow down his cheeks and laughed wildly, "You know, the martial artists who are two-hearted are all crazy!" In order to break through the extreme, one person dares to storm the enemy's army, killing the world upside down, and the blood is flowing like a river. Either break through to the extreme, or die in battle! ”

"How do you know?" Gordon leapt down to meet the iguana as it swooped into the burrow. Freckles drug addiction, delirium, he just asked for news.

"You want to know? Haha, I won't sue you! You greedy shit, you kind of come to torture me! Freckles nervously waved the short knife, his eyes rolled white, his throat gasped for "hehe", and even saliva flowed out.

The first hour passed. Gordon's shot was as dexterous as before, fast and precise, killing the beast like harvesting ears of wheat, and his movements were not deformed in the slightest.

It's his fighting style, he doesn't make mistakes, he doesn't act impulsively, he stays calm throughout.

The cave was littered with the remains of ferocious beasts: shards of hearts stuck to the rocks, a few yellow eyeballs falling in the corners, red-white brains and bone residue splattering the walls of the cave, and hairy severed limbs drenched in pools of viscous blood......

Freckles crouched on the ground, their eyes bloodshot, their bodies rubbing against the rocks spasmally, and roaring from time to time. "I can't hold it anymore, give me medicine! Damn, I just need a little bit! No, get out of here, I'll never touch this thing again, swear in the name of the ancestors! He looked frenzied, writhing desperately, reaching out and scratching at the rocks, his fingernails bleeding.

Gordon listened attentively to the freckled nonsense as he methodically harvested the beast. Although his source power is still in the early stage of the black lead level, it is extremely refined and pure, full of toughness, and the consumption is extremely slow. He began to imitate the fluttering posture of some fierce beasts, integrated his own martial arts, and gradually explored several efficient fighting moves, and coherently formed a routine. For different fierce beasts, Gordon no longer kills the same hard, but learns to adjust the degree, angle and strength of the shot, and restrain the opponent with the skills of natural enemies.

"Z-z!" Freckles suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked his palms like dogs, the liquid of coca potion and glass shards remained in his palms. He sucked greedily, glass shards piercing his tongue, and blood flowed all over his mouth, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Gordon's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and it was the first time he had witnessed the tragic situation of a man's drug addiction. There is no humanity, no dignity, worse than the corpse of a ferocious beast lying here.

He would rather freckles continue to compete with him than be manipulated by drug addiction and lose and sink.

"You said that if you can't quit drug addiction, you'd rather die!" Gordon sprinted and slammed his dagger into the belly of a Monoculus Rock Goat. He was supposed to pull his dagger back, but he made a superfluous move, kicking it and slamming it into Freckles.

"Bang!" Freckles rolled over and slammed the back of his head against the rocks, and the hot cavity of the Monoclaw's goats poured down on his face.

Freckles shuddered, as if suddenly awake, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes. "Kick the drug addiction." He suddenly opened his mouth to bite the bloody sheep's intestines, and howled sharply, "In the name of the ancestors, I swear!" ”

Just a moment later, the freckles were solid and cute, lying on the ground, frantically ** the remaining coca liquid on the ground. "I can't do it, I really can't do it! I'm so tired,, I just want to be an ordinary person! He convulsed, sucking on the residue as he burst into tears, snot, saliva and blood sticking together.

"Who are your ancestors?" Gordon asked suddenly.

"Ancestor ......," Freckles repeated blankly, jumping up and slamming his head against the rock wall, again and again, howling incessantly, "Who is the Ancestor?" Who is it? ”

"Bang-bang-bang!" With a dull thud, blood seeped from the freckles' forehead, and he was dizzy and fell backwards.

"Odd Fang." Gordon heard freckles' whispers before he fell unconscious.