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Odd teeth!

Gordon was taken aback, and his hand was a little stronger, and the dagger cut through the throat of a poisonous jackal and continued to go deeper, firmly embedded in the neck bone, and could not be pulled out for a while. The poisonous jackal fought back, and its poisonous claws slapped towards the door of Gordon's face. Gordon grabbed the dagger and kicked the poisonous jackal in the abdomen, and the poisonous jackal flew upside down the blade, knocking down the other beast that pounced.

Freckles are actually the descendants of Qiya! Gordon couldn't help but glance back at the freckles. Although he vaguely guessed a clue from Freckles' joint technique, he was still shocked and unbelievable when he heard the facts with his own ears.

Born into an aristocratic family in the country of Sakura, Qiya is adventurous by nature, and obtained his hunter's license at the age of nine, setting a record for the youngest talented hunter in history.

Oddtooth has spent her life dancing on the tip of a knife, seeking novelty and excitement. He hunts down the most cunning wanted criminals, hunts the most ferocious Wrath Dragons, seduces the prettiest noblewomen, and explores the most mysterious uncharted realms......

Ever since he was lost in the hollow earthworm, his family has been caught in a series of dooms: the farm has been plagued, the business has been in debt, the heirs have contracted vicious diseases, and the last heir has died of drunkenness in the bed of a prostitute.

In Gordon's opinion, the wonderful martial arts and countless treasures left behind by Qiya are the bane. As soon as Qiya died, the family became the fat meat that vultures from all sides snatched up, and the so-called bad luck was nothing more than a means to seize Qiya's relics.

But the strange thing is that back then, the Hunters' Guild and the royal family of Sakura Country jointly investigated the matter thoroughly, and mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources, but they never found the mastermind behind the disaster of the Qiya family. There was no violence, no scams, no beneficiaries, and all the people involved in the matter had innocent backgrounds.

The investigation took two years, and the Hunters' Guild finally concluded that the fall of the Oddtooth family was purely accidental. Qiya was once pecked by an anti-life called the Raven Spirit in the inner world, and those who have been injured by the Raven Spirit are all plagued by disasters, bad luck, and even affect relatives and friends.

The royal family of Sakura no Kuni acquiesced to this result. Since then, Qiya's original bone joint technique and continuous technique have become a masterpiece, and the family has also been annihilated in the ashes of history.

"Don't ...... I can't...... Don't push me anymore! Mixed with the roar of the beast, Gordon heard the freckles' staccato murmurs. He was still unconscious, his face tense and twisted, and he spat out indistinct words from time to time.

If Freckles is really a descendant of Odd Tooth, then the bad luck of the Odd Tooth family is no accident. One of those strange tooth heirs who died of illness did not really die, but faked his death and absconded, surviving incognito!

Gordon swung his dagger, and the blood of the beast splashed on his cheeks again and again, hot and spicy, but he only felt a chill to his bones. Why did that heir pretend to be dead? Why can't the Hunters' Guild find a clue? How does freckles become an undercover agent and who is under control? Gordon suddenly woke up to a huge and sinister vortex hidden behind these! Hundreds of years later, the vortex may still be operating in the dark, enough to crush anyone who approaches.

But he gradually had no time to be distracted, and the fierce beasts crashed again and again like angry waves, bursting with blood. The right shoulder, which kept swinging the dagger, began to feel sluggish, and the arm was faintly sore. Although his movements are still swift and fierce, he has lost his previous sense of fluidity.

As the battle continued, his muscles became tired, and Gordon's source power consumption became faster and faster, and the fierce beasts that could be easily killed at the beginning now needed to use more source power. Just after the second hour, Gordon's source power was consumed by a small half, far beyond the first hour. And so on, if he lasts for four hours at most, his source power will be exhausted, which is also because his source power is particularly pure.

Gordon swapped the dagger for his left hand, and had to mobilize a part of the source power to nourish and restore his muscles. He couldn't help but suspect that Freckles had played tricks on him, how could a two-hearted martial artist fight for twenty-four hours in a row? Perhaps Freckles deliberately deceived him in order to keep the gem flower; Or maybe Freckles exposes his joint skills and wants to kill his mouth, so he lures him to fight to the death with the beast.

But Gordon couldn't help but want to give it a try.

A leopard pounced on him, and Gordon retreated, his upper body half up, and the leopard's claws grazed a centimeter in front of the tip of his nose. In order to save the source power, he must be careful in his calculations, and every dodge, jump, and dash must be just right, and there must be no waste in the slightest.

With a fold at his waist, Gordon's backward posture suddenly turned into a swoop, the tip of the dagger slashed through the leopard's throat, and then retreated, allowing the heavy fall of the leopard's corpse, while the dagger rotated and adjusted the angle to meet the next beast as quickly as possible.

Another hour passed, and Gordon began to feel that his body was weak, but his muscles were slowly stiffening, and his movements were becoming more and more clumsy. He used the source power even more stingily, splitting the already small source force into wisps and wisps, shaped like a slender and delicate spider web.

As Gordon advanced and retreated, the spider-silk source force was uncertain, with the heart as the center, and the force was stretched back and forth. A root force spider silk pulls every muscle in the body, sometimes separated—concentrated, sometimes exploded—and relaxed, and a more microscopic and subtle world of source power opens up to Gordon.

His current source power is not only simple and rough, straight and straight, but also circuitous, bent and oscillating, and can also provoke hooks and wipes, and changes as much as possible. The source force can be hard and explosive, or it can be soft and wound, and the source force and the muscle power can both fuse and deviate from each other, making the attack unpredictable and full of contradictions and tricks.

The fierce beast continued to fall under the dagger, and Gordon's understanding of the source force became more and more profound, and many of the techniques were self-taught. Before he knew it, he had been holding on for more than five hours before his source power was consumed, his eardrums had been numb by the roar of the beast, his limbs were weak, his muscles were trembling, and sweat and blood were sticking to his skin like lumps of salt.

He knew he was at his limit, and his fingers holding the dagger hurt like they were about to crack. As far as the eye could see, the entire cavern was dyed crimson, and the rock walls seemed to turn into wriggling flesh, emitting a pungent bloody smell like substance. Freckles lay on the ground, sometimes as if awakened from a nightmare, screaming indiscriminately, sometimes falling into a coma, salivating at the corners of their mouths.

The monstrous beast swooped down on the hole again, whipping up a suffocating wind.

"Plop!" Gordon fell to his knees, the dagger stabbed into the soft belly of the beast with difficulty, sending the last bit of source power in, and grabbed the wooden box in his arms with his other hand, and was about to throw it out. He didn't plan to use the military dulini, that was the last resort to save his life, and he couldn't delay it for long.

With a bang, Gordon's whole body shook violently, and the hand that grabbed the wooden box couldn't help but let go. The moment the source power was exhausted, the breath microtechnique was like a mountain torrent, sweeping the whole body, and everywhere it passed, a trace of source power sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, one after another, and re-interwoven into a delicate source force spider web!