Seeing the oncoming jet-black fire blade, a hint of disdain flashed on Slane's solemn face.

Whether it is the opponent's posture of rushing with a knife or the action of raising a knife to slash, it reveals the message of the opponent's lack of combat experience.

So Slane, who claimed to be a strong man, made a judgment. He decided not to dodge, but to use the most humiliating posture to easily break through the opponent's attack, showing his strength and completely destroying the opponent's heart.

I saw him gently raise his right hand, his index finger and thumb pinched together, and he flicked it fiercely when the fire ninja fell. The blade of the pitch-black flames suddenly let out a crisp hum, and flicked to the side with the force of his fingers. Zheng Ming's posture was also seriously deformed under the pull of the blade in his hand.

Zheng Ming's swift slashing attack was easily defused by him with a snap of his fingers. What followed was a sharp kick in the chest with the empty door wide open.

Zheng Ming, who was kicked in the chest, flew backwards for several meters, and finally fell to the ground in humiliation with his face down.

"You think you can hurt me? A young man like you who lacks combat experience is more or less useless. I guess you've relied on your physical fitness and energy strength to crush weak opponents before, right? ”

Zheng Ming lifted his face, buried deep in the rubble and dust, and looked at Slane, who was serving him with contempt.

"Hehe, I can't hurt you? Not necessarily, right? ”

With a mocking voice, a plausible smile appeared on Zheng Ming's dusty and stained face, and he stared at Slane with pity and contempt.

The look and expression in its eyes were very dazzling to Slane's eyes. It was it that was clearly knocked down, and it was it that was clearly looked down upon. But what Slane felt in its eyes was pity for the ignorant and contempt for the weak for the strong.

"What's the threat of an all-out attack like yours when you're not sure if you'll be able to hit the enemy? Don't say it's me, even the weaker ones can easily dodge. I didn't take the attack because I couldn't dodge, I just didn't think it was necessary. ”

Slane, who was stabbed in the heart by Zheng Ming's attitude, counted Zheng Ming's attacks with an expressionless face, hoping to suppress Zheng Ming's arrogance that made him unclear but uncomfortable in his heart. However, what he didn't expect was that when he heard his words, Zheng Ming, who was struggling to get up on the other side, actually let out a laugh.

"Poof, hum, ahem, hahahaha."

The sound of violent laughter came, so that Zheng Ming, who was trembling violently, coughed.

Slane looked at Zheng Ming, who seemed to be in a state of madness, expressionlessly, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart. Just when he couldn't help but ask why the other party was laughing, there was a tingling pain from the finger that had just taken the attack, like touching a hot pan.

I saw that the wisps of black flame on the finger were faintly looming, and while corroding their own silver-white energy, they were faintly growing at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

He hurriedly reined in the energy released and took off the fist gloves that had been attached to the black flame. I saw that the fist gloves that were thrown on the ground were quickly burned out of a pitch-black black hole under the black flame that was not suppressed by silver-white energy.

"Hehe, it's a pity. I thought I could get rid of at least one of your hands. ”

Zheng Ming's gloating ridicule came, remembering his arrogant declaration before, and then looking at his right hand that had been blistered, Slane only felt as if he had been slapped hard, and his face was hot and painful.

"Hmph, it seems that I underestimated you. But you think I can't do anything about you if you have a hedgehog skin? ”

At this time, Slane was already a little angry, and after hearing the accounts of those servants, he thought that it would be easy to take revenge and get angry was so tricky, and even made himself embarrassed in public, which he did not expect.

Since you can't defeat the opponent cleanly and beautifully, it's better to keep the opponent as injury-free as possible and lose the ability to move.

Thinking like this, Slane drew a square on the ground with his hand, and as he pulled it outward, the oil road on the ground was suddenly pulled out by it. With a casual flick of his right hand, piles of sand and mud suddenly fell from the clods.

"Boy, I'll make you pay for your arrogant attitude when I knock you down."

As he spoke, he raised the stone and rushed towards Zheng Ming. As he ran and sprinted, the silver-white energy in his hand spread to the stone, forming a huge silver-white square. From a distance, it looks like a man holding a hammer with incongruous proportions.

It was obvious that he wanted to rely on the stones to block the invasion of Black Flame, and took the opportunity to give Zheng Ming a heavy blow through the stones. Zheng Ming also realized this, and it also raised the Blood Goose Knife in its hand and rushed towards the other party.

The opponent's speed is on par with his own, and he is even inferior to himself on the premise that he has to lift a rock.

The strength of the other party is not as good as their own. Pure physical fitness is better on its own.

The injury to the opponent's right hand caused by the black flame just now was far more serious than the opponent's performance.

After several frequent collisions, Zheng Ming realized this. However, around this, Slane, who was unable to use all his strength under the influence of the stones, still beat Zheng Ming almost unable to fight back.

Zheng Ming, who was kicked out again, gritted his teeth and stood up. The black armor on his abdomen had become shattered under the opponent's spicy attack, and he was on the verge of disintegrating.

Zheng Ming, who realized that it was impossible to go on like this, saw that Slane, who was already approaching, made a decision.

It gave up its usual way of attacking with a knife to get the opponent to dodge, and instead put down the Blood Goose Knife in its hand and rushed head-on.

"Bang."

With a dull thud, its two arms outstretched clung to the silver-white stone in its arms.

"Ahem, hehe, got you."

Zheng Ming, who was constantly bleeding from the corner of his mouth, showed a cruel smile at Slane. The flames that shrouded its black armor rose suddenly.

Slane, who was quite surprised by Zheng Ming's initiative to bear the attack, suddenly showed a look when he saw the scene at this time.

"Want to trade injuries for injuries with me? Hmph, stupid. ”

After a mockery of the other man's stupidity, Slane pulled out his left hand that had been inserted into the stone. I saw him raise his left hand high, his body collapsed to the limit like a longbow pulled from it, and after a short period of accumulation, his left fist shot like a bullet into the stone that Zheng Ming was holding.

"Bang."

The fist wind whistled, and the gravel flew. With a loud bang, Zheng Ming was knocked out.

"Stupid decision. I can have as many stones as I want. ”

Slane scoffed, and was about to grab another rock from the ground as before. Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of breaking wind.

With a strong sense of crisis, he didn't have time to get up, so he could only roll to the side with all his might.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Poof, poof, poof. ”

The sound of long needles piercing into the flesh sounded one after another, and at the same time there was a heart-piercing pain.

Under the stinging pain all over his body, Slane couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Ahh

A heart-rending howl suddenly echoed in the square.