Chapter Seventy-Seven
The furious Garcia is worthy of the name of killing the Violent Bear, and it is easy to resist Lloyd's attack with his bare hands, and the fist accompanied by the fierce wind tells Lloyd: There is no need to hit directly, as long as it is gently rubbed, it is enough to break the muscles and bones.
"Hey, this uncle is too messy, can he really do it with his fists to block weapons and guided bullets or something?" Ellie looked at Garcia, who had easily blocked all the attacks of the crowd, and said in disbelief.
"Don't be distracted, Miss!"
Just when Ellie was a little distracted, Garcia, who had seized the opportunity, suddenly rushed into the gap in the crowd and punched Ellie. A tornado rolled up where the fist wind passed, and rushed towards it with a roar.
Randy, who was on the sidelines, shouted at Ellie almost instantly, the first time Garcia's eyes were wrong, and then the tomahawk crossed to his chest and quickly rushed in front of Ellie. Between the lightning and flint, the fist had already smashed into the tomahawk's body, and the tooth-aching sound of metal friction came, and the fist full of fighting spirit imprinted the pure steel tomahawk with a deep fist mark and finally stopped. Garcia looked at Randy with a blank face.
"This monster is still unharmed after so many attacks." Randy posed vigilantly, looked at the damaged tomahawk, and said solemnly.
"Hmph, that's ridiculous." Garcia suddenly laughed contemptuously, "βRandolph Orlando, aren't you the same?" β
"What?!"
"Hmph, that's true." Garcia sneered even more. "Born in the [Red Constellation], one of the strongest chaser regiments in the western part of the continent, as the son of the regiment commander, he has led a large army since he was a child, killing countless enemies of the Red Death... γSon of the God of FightingγRandolph Orlando! β
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"The God of Fighting is...
"The Red Constellation ... It's a famous hunting regiment... Theo explained in a whisper.
βγγγ Haha, since it's exposed, there's no way around it. Randy's eyes sharpened, "That uncle is basically right, it's just that the title of [Son of the God of Fighting] really makes me sick and want to vomit." β
"Hmph, it looks like you ended up in Crossbell for some special reason." An inexplicable light flashed in Garcia's eyes, "My lair [Zephyr Brigade] and [Red Constellation] have been old enemies for many years, if it wasn't for a bastard who accidentally intervened, probably you would have died a long time ago." β
"Uncle, are you joking?" The hideous color in Randy's eyes became more and more intense, "How do I remember that you were about to be wiped out at that time." β
"Hmph, it's useless to fight between words, it's okay, since they are all old enemies, then it's better to fight it here." Garcia took off her gloves and pulled out her iron fist from her pocket and put it on the strap "Let's duel one-on-one!" β
βγγγ Full of nonsense... Randy's expression calmed down, he took a few steps forward, and said without looking back, "Leave it to me here, as long as you defeat this uncle, you should be able to open a breakthrough." Leave me alone, you guys go first! β
"How's that going to work!"
Before Lloyd could speak again, the roaring Randy suddenly surged with an angry wave of fighting energy, and the purple-red fighting energy could even be faintly seen with the naked eye.
"Is the battlefield roaring... Triggering an explosive fighting spirit, it is a unique combat technique of a hunter... That's good, that's what makes it fun!! Garcia laughed uncontrollably, and the golden fighting spirit exploded in an instant, just like Randy, and the two fighting spirits like angry waves collided fiercely, even making the Lloyd and Mafia groups around the two of them couldn't help but take a few steps back. He looked at the two of them with horror.
"It's a pity, Orlando! If you had used Battlefield Roar earlier, you might still have a slight chance of winning, but if your weapon is damaged, I see what you can use to win! Garcia roared angrily and swung his iron fist, and the simple and direct straight fist rang out with a strange cracking sound under the roar of the battlefield, and it hit the oncoming tomahawk impartially.
"Ahh!!h
The two people roared angrily and overlapped with each other, and the surrounding solid marble floor formed a large pit under the collision of this force, and the battle axe, which was already seriously damaged, was now under the violent collision, cracks appeared in the huge axe body, and the sound of metal tearing sounded like a mournful roar.
"Shh Randy screamed unwillingly, and flicked away the heavy fist, and the huge power had no place to vent, and actually lifted the entire axe body and fell into the river with a thud.
"Don't try to escape!" Garcia hit with one blow, and rushed forward again without Randy adjusting, and the advantage of the close weapon stun was undoubtedly evident at this moment.
"Randy!"
Suddenly, the river that had been flowing turned into ice cubes. The cold air continued to spread at an alarming rate, and finally climbed up to the dock, and the marble floor suddenly formed a thick layer of hoarfrost.
"Who!" Garcia, who sensed that something was wrong, had to quickly retreat and look around angrily
A long wolf howl followed. The originally majestic military dogs fell to their knees after hearing the wolf howl at this time, and no matter how much they were driven, they could not be allowed to move again.
"Fa, what's going on?!" When the mafia looked at the unstoppable military dog in some panic, a black shadow had already pounced at a very fast speed, and after a few puffs, he cleanly threw the mafia behind Garcia into the water.
"You guys! Come on! β
A middle-aged man's voice came from the dark river, followed by the sound of the engine starting, and a speedboat quickly rushed out of the calm river.
"Section Chief!?"
"Don't try to run away from the imps!" Garcia roared and rushed over, but countless huge icicles suddenly burst out of the frozen river, seemingly charging towards Garcia endlessly, completely blocking Garcia's path.
"Bastard! Which damn guy did it!! β
βγγγ It seems that I can't play with you, uncle. Randy hurriedly put away the remaining tomahawk with the handle of the axe, "But then again, you know, that auction is going to be for the auction of [Living Child]... β
βοΌοΌοΌ What the? GarcΓa was stunned.
βγγγ This kid is in a leather case in the auction room, what is the accident, do you understand? Lloyd asked in a deep voice.
"You, what are you talking nonsense?! In that box is a doll of Rozanbelk! Garcia pleaded loudly.
"But this is a fact, and if the situation develops, the consequences may be very serious?" Waji replied that "not only the police, guerrillas, but even the church could be involved." β
βγγγ Looks like a lot of things have happened. Chief Sergei frowned slightly, "Lubacher's guy, I'll talk to you slowly next time, you guys will sort out the situation by yourself first." Of the Support Division! Retreat! β
"Yes!!"
"Damn it! Don't run! Garcia roared, violently pushing away the rain of icicles, looking at the departing speedboat with a fierce punch, and slammed the stone pillars on the pier.
"You bastards!!!!!"