235 Hurricane

The battle with the self-proclaimed Adjutant Wood didn't last long, not because Wood wasn't strong, on the contrary, this guy who had been undercover in the Duchy's military team for many years, and had also mixed up with the position of deputy commander of the Duchy Fortress, was also stronger than most people imagined - in addition to the powerful fighting skills he had shown before, this guy seemed to use a trick similar to mental coercion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

According to Duan Qing's ability to check his character attributes, judging from the few words revealed above, the spiritual attributes of this enemy named Wood seem to be particularly powerful, and he will radiate this strong will in battle, thereby deterring the actions of the enemies around him. This so-called suppression naturally has no effect on the player's combat process in the game, because the virtual reality cannot directly affect the player's brain and spirit - at most it scares and scares everyone on the image - but the system of the free world naturally has a way to embody all kinds of negative states, and this coercion is reflected in the people present, and it becomes ...... Reduction of the health bar.

The upper limit of the physical strength of the dozen or so players present has been reduced by more than 50%, and those with poor spirit and will can even only find a little bit of green hope under their own life bar.

"No stamina...... What a beating! ā€

"I can only sprint five steps, and then I don't have the stamina......"

"I'm a little better than you, but even if I rush in front of the boss, I can't release my skills...... Do you want to grind him to death with a flat cut? ā€

"Abominable ......"

"Brother Mo...... That's what they call you, right? ā€

After another muffled fist and flesh exchange, Spartakus, who was dressed in a strong suit, finally couldn't bear it, and turned sideways to Duan Qing, who was sitting on the side with a big knife, who seemed to have nothing to do with him, and asked, "Aren't you going to try it?"

"Try what?"

"Try it...... How to break the shackles of the other party. ā€

Another group of players screamed back under Wood's attack, Spartak clenched his fists, and his eyes were fixed on the smiling figure of the boss again: "Behind that guy is the command room, although it has been blown to pieces now, but it should be ...... And the survivors. ā€

"Dusk should be in there too."

"No wonder......" Duan Qing shook his head with a smile: "This guy doesn't move a single step."

"I don't know when he was here." Spartak's voice was still cold: "But since I woke up...... And he was at the gate. ā€

"You've been to the General?"

"Of course, I found out such a big thing before...... It's always right to tell him. ā€

Behind the corridor in the distance, the smoke had become a little less than before, but instead it was a gradual increase in the shouts of killing below. Pressing his chest, which was still painful, Duan Qing shook his head helplessly, then held on to the handle of the knife and slowly got up: "You can't ...... Give people a break......"

"Brother Mo's strength is so strong, there must be no problem with this little injury." The other party said without looking back: "I have also been reduced by 30% of my physical strength, otherwise it will ......"

"Hey, looking at you so violently, I thought you were fine."

"The system wants to sanction, and there is nothing you and I can do." Spartak folded his arms: "Besides...... I've been targeted by the other party. ā€

"Oh?"

"Once I get close, my stamina limit drops again." The man in the suit whispered, "So...... I had to fight with him. ā€

It's really a man, can't you withdraw it yourself......

Looking at the large pile of scratches on the ground, Duan Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly, then crossed his body and walked in front of him: "Very good tank, you have done a good job......

He was answered with a cold snort: "Don't talk nonsense......"

"But." Looking at Adjutant Wood, who was looking back and forth on his side, Duan Qing muttered in a low voice, "I'm only afraid...... The other party is not the only one trick. ā€

As soon as the words fell, a violent air flow suddenly erupted in front of Duan Qing not far away, and then turned into several invisible air blades, reflecting back and forth between the corridors at an extremely fast speed. Some of the players who were hit before they had time to dodge fell screaming, clutching their cut wounds, while others who managed to dodge had to retreat again - their little stamina had been exhausted in the all-out dodge.

"Look." Duan Qing pointed ahead and said, "That's it, the boss's skills can't match......"

"Can that still be called a boss?"

"Hey ......"

Spartakus, who sneered, was about to continue to speak, when several nearby players who had retreated had already shouted in this direction: "I said...... You two, think of a way! ā€

"yes, I know you two are big masters......"

"Hurry, hurry, even if it's to save a few of our lives......"

"Don't laugh, our lives are the least valuable." Duan Qing hugged the giant knife and said, "But...... There is always a way. ā€

"Oh? How can you say, do you have the skills to restrain him? ā€

"That's really not, I'm not a god." Duan Qing smiled, and then his expression became serious: "But I have to say it first......

"This boss battle has nothing to do with personal gains and losses, nothing to do with rewards or not, our only purpose...... It's to kill the guy on the other side. ā€

Looking at the other scattered players who slowly retreated after hearing the sound, Duan Qing said solemnly, "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, that's how it is."

"That's it, Fars Fortress is gone, how are we going to play in the future?"

"Yes, yes......"

Seeing that those guys who were originally a little hesitant also nodded in the general trend, Duan Qing smiled again: "Very good, then listen to my command next."

"This boss does look very strong, and the average squad is probably not able to do anything, but it's a pity that ......"

His eyes flicked over there: "There are a lot of us."

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About half a minute later, the players on Duan Qing's side set off again. This time, however, the players formed a scattered line in the hallway, and then walked slowly towards where Wood was.

That's right, everyone is using it, because it doesn't take physical effort.

"Interesting ......"

His eyes sharpened, and the man who called himself Wood showed an inexplicable smile, his hanging arms slowly swinging back, and then he threw himself forward: "Just let you move."

With this movement, two invisible blades flew towards the other side of the hallway, and then unsurprisingly hit the two players in their path, but unlike the screams and runs, the two players fell to the ground with complaining words.

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Won the lottery. ā€

"X's, that's bad luck......"

"Don't stand on my side, you want to stand on this side...... Oops, don't move, don't move......"

In Wood's astonished gaze, the rest of the players continued to move forward, unhurriedly, a dozen pairs of eyes staring at his face as if they were staring at a dead man.

"Adventurers of the Duchy...... It seems that there is still some courage. ā€

The smile on his face grew brighter, and Wood bent down, arms outstretched, ready to teach some bigger lesson to those who never seemed to change in the face of death, and who dared to stare at him. Unbeknownst to him, those players had something completely different in mind.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm so ugly......"

"Are you ugly? What am I if you're ugly......"

"And the ugly guy will be beaten, the last time I gambled on the game, the koala guy seemed to have guessed wrong, and I lost a lot of money......"

"You ugly, it's not the same thing we talked about...... Ouch, almost, I said...... Can you two stay away from me......"

"Don't hit me, don't hit me...... Yes? What did you say? ā€

In the middle of the joke, two more players fell, but the distance between the remaining people and the boss became closer and closer. At the same time that the knives and guns gradually stood up, the anger in Wood's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the next moment, he hugged his hands to his chest, as if he was planning to do the same big move he had used before, but the reaction of someone in the back was even faster than him-Seeing his movements, Duan Qing, who had been following behind, suddenly shouted: "It's now!" Above! ā€

"Drink, ahhhh Beat him up for Lao Tzu! ā€

"Figs! It's up to you! ā€

"Xiaoqi! If you can't kill that guy, don't beg me to find you a girlfriend in the future! ā€

In the midst of the chaotic shouting, several people in the front of the team suddenly exerted their strength, grabbed the bodies of several players behind them, and threw them in the direction of the boss. While the expression of surprise and anger was re-revealed on that face, Wood's movements did not stop, and the frenzied air flow completely exploded in the next moment.

Rumble!

In another Flurry of Blades, two of the few players who were thrown over were unfortunately hit by the bullets and fell to the ground like rag bags, but the surviving players, including those in the back, finally survived the raging turbulence and rushed forward with their swords - after so many sacrifices, their physical strength had been preserved to the maximum, and it was time to vent them in waves.

"It's finally here...... What a hassle. ā€

"There's no way, they're all savages, and there aren't many people who know each other, and it's beyond my expectations to be able to do this."

Looking at the figure of the boss flying up and down in the chaotic knife, Duan Qing loosened his shoulders, then bent forward and put on a sprinting posture: "Your lock should be gone, right?"

"Of course, the other party is not a fairy." The knuckles rattled and Spartak took two steps forward, "I can have a good fight, too."

"That can't be."

Maintaining that posture, Duan Qing said motionlessly: "Once you rush over, the other party will inevitably refocus on taking care of you, so ......"

"You only get one chance."

Looking at the players in front of him, who had already killed and injured more than half of them, Spartak showed a helpless look: "Okay...... Time is running out. ā€

"Look!"

A violent air flow suddenly burst out from his body, and the next moment, with the sound of the floor crackling, he had already disappeared in front of Duan Qing's eyes as soon as he stepped on the spot.

"Broken cauldron and shipwreck!"

Breaking Hollow's body sparked a sonic boom through the hallway, and in the blink of an eye, it reached Wood, who was still fighting with the other players. Sensing the attack, Wood threw a punch away from the sword handed over from the side, then turned sharply, his hands in front of him and behind him, blocking the path of the indomitable fist.

"Throw yourself down!"

Boom!

A deafening muffled sound echoed in the front and back of the hallway, but the players present no longer had the opportunity to watch the battle up close - while the exploding air currents blew everyone nearby away, none of the two warring sides left the place, and they were completely confronted in the most direct way possible. Adjutant Wood, who was still as steady as Tarzan, was about to pull a smile at the corner of his mouth, and after the blocked fist, another fist followed the previous straight line and blasted towards his head.

"It's not over yet!"

The lunge, straddle, and hard-suited man's body sank, and with a simple straight punch, he slammed his right fist into Wood's forehead. The latter reached forward and struck the powerful fist away from its original direction, but the man's right leg had stepped over again, not to attack the enemy's lower plate, but to stomp heavily on the ground.

"Fist Crash!"

With a whistling sound, the man's left fist landed like a hammer on Wood's chest, and although it was once again blocked by his rapidly withdrawn left hand, his body finally began to retreat. The man's eyes lit up, and he stepped out again, as if holding the mountain's right fist through space, and instantly handed it to Wood's eyes.

"Open the mountain gate!"

Boom!

The players who had just gotten up were once again staggered by the same storm as before. Adjutant Wood, who was hit straight in the chest by this punch, finally spat out a mouthful of blood, and his feet made a shallow mark on the ground. But the next moment, with his movements like electricity, he grabbed Spartak's hand and showed a triumphant smile.

"Interesting tricks, you can actually stack power, but it's a pity that ......"

He twisted his hands and grabbed both of the man's fists in his hands: "This simple fist is impossible to defeat me, a martial arts expert!"

The drumming air gushed around, and the sound of tooth-aching bones grinding began to come from the intersecting arms of the two, and the face showed a slight hint of pain, Spartak looked down at the two arms that were moving, and then looked at his status bar: "It seems...... You're not going to split the battle with me. ā€

"Of course I can." Wood still had a smile on his thin face, "But I know...... There's an amazing power in you, so ......"

"To be on the safe side, it's better to solve the problem like this."

Both hands tried to struggle for a while, and a few beads of sweat dripped down Spartak's head: "Simple thinking, very much in line with your identity, but ......"

"There's an easier way for me."

"How ......"

Before Wood could say anything, the man suddenly took a step forward and approached the other party with his right knee, but this time he was immediately blocked by the other party with the same knee: "This is your way?" Hahahaha...... Yes! ā€

Boom!

As the man's right leg fell and his body leaned forward, a large brain suddenly enlarged in his field of vision, and then slammed into the bridge of his nose with a grunt. (To be continued.) )