The big man Luciu lay on the bed, his eyes squinting, as he watched Magnini wrap his left arm in a bandage. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On a bed at the other end of the room, Feng Manyun could already sit up on his own, his biggest wound was on his stomach, and he was careful not to touch the bandage at this time, putting on his torn robe.

"Uncle McGonagall, what's wrong with me?" Luciu asked, his wound not hurting, but there was a constant noise in his skull like a nest of bees.

"It's nothing, you put too much effort into the selection." The village chief suddenly looked at his face and asked with some reproach, "Why do you suddenly want to participate in the selection?" Without waiting for Lu Xiu to open his mouth to answer, he waved his hand again, "Forget it, you have done a good job, and there are some things that cannot be controlled by a child like you." ”

The boy remembered his strange behavior in the ring again, and he struggled to half-rise and asked, "Uncle McGonagall, what the hell is wrong with me?" ”

These two sentences "What's wrong?" Of course the meaning is different, the village chief understood, and he pressed Lu Xiu back onto the bed, "Don't move, you're still very weak." His eyes met the orphan's anxious inquiring look, "You're a dragonman." He eventually said.

"A dragonman like you, Uncle McGonagall?"

"No, not exactly like me...... Or rather something different at all. The village chief knotted his bandage, "The secret method of the dragon man is of some use to you, but the effect is not complete, and these external injuries of yours still have to be healed by your own recovery power." ”

Lu Xiu was stunned by his uncle's statement, and his physical exhaustion and mental weakness made him temporarily give up asking questions, but he still insisted on asking the village chief one last question: "What about the dust boy?" Did he win? ”

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The audience had been whispering since five minutes ago.

After two brief encounters with Dog Dragon on stage, Feng Chen never fought head-on again. In other words, the boy who challenged the dog dragon was trying his best to avoid the dog dragon's attack at the moment.

There was no long knife in his hand, and there was no proper footwork, and it was extremely difficult to dodge the dust, but he was always able to dodge the dog dragon's pounce when he couldn't get rid of it with his experience and amazing instincts, but the knife in his hand never hit the dog dragon's body once.

A small range of maneuvers and dodges was more physically demanding than a long-term one-way run, and Feng Chen insisted on it like this for five minutes, and his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Is he going to hide around like this for ten minutes?" A teenager asked a friend next to him, the last third of the hourglass was left, and Feng Chen still didn't have any intention of taking the initiative.

"Playing negatively like this won't be picked by the union, right?" The companion was also puzzled, the two teenagers didn't hold up in front of the dog dragon for even three minutes, knowing that the selection was hopeless, but they were curious to know who could pass this selection, so they stayed on the sidelines.

"Look, he's going to do something!"

Dodging the dog dragon's pounce again, Feng Chen stood five meters away, he used his knife to chisel hard on the floor under him, the wooden floor was chiseled into a slender gap, he inserted the round shield diagonally into the gap, stepped on the shield with one foot, and hooked his hand towards the dog dragon in the distance.

The high platform used for the selection was erected by union hunters brought in by the golden civet, and the material was basically blue pine from the snow forest. It's a simple one-time use ring in itself, and the guild hunters don't care about the destruction of it by the players.

The most serious damage to the ring came from the first game, when Feng Da Niu held a giant hammer that hit the iron and did not hit the dog dragon, but smashed it on the floor. That caused large and small cracks to occur near the hammer marks, and after several times of stamping on the players and monsters, intentionally or unintentionally, this small area had sunk softly, and there was a danger of collapsing with a little force.

It was when he stepped on this small piece of wood when he was retreating, he quickly took two steps to the side, and the round shield and knife in his hand kept gesturing in front of him, forcing back the dog dragon who wanted to continue the attack.

This near-distress also made him start to reconsider the entire venue, and this humble platform is not completely devoid of anything to rely on.

Wherever there are tools, he can make traps.

So Feng Chen, while avoiding the pursuit of the dog dragon, took the time to cut one knife after another on the floor, he gradually expanded the cracks in the ground, guided, and made the already crumbling countertop even more fragmented, and the small piece of ground that was smashed by the hammer was about to collapse with a little force.

"Come on! Come on! He provoked the dog dragon opposite, but his eyes were fixed on a clearing somewhere between the two. Feng Chen seemed to be back in the familiar blue pine forest at this moment, all the conditions for hunting were in his hands, and the prey was running towards his trap, and the hunting god was also protecting him.

Suddenly, Feng Chen stepped on the round shield under his feet, and a narrow wooden board on the high platform was suddenly pried up, like a domino that had been pushed down, and the gap in the ring gradually spread, pointing to the dog dragon that was rushing wildly. Just as the dog dragon was about to land next, several planks fell with a clatter, revealing a small hole in a foot square.

With nowhere to stay, the dog dragon fell into the hole, and its two strong hind legs were deep in the hole, and its head and tail were stuck outside.

"It's now!" Outside the court, Hai jumped up excitedly.

The monster struggled to gouge the countertop with its front paws, and its head down against the countertop, but the dog's front paws were far less powerful than the hind limbs, and it was not enough to get out of the trap.

Feng Chen walked behind the dog dragon in three or two steps, and the tool knife inserted the tail of the dog dragon along the gap in the scales, and stirred it vigorously, shattering the muscles and tail tendons. The dog dragon screamed in pain, and his teeth bit the wooden board, and he actually bit off a large piece from it.

Don't wait for the dust to be sealed before taking action, the dog dragon bit the wooden planks around him in two bites, endured the pain on his tail and landed on the ground under the high platform, and as soon as his strong hind legs landed, he suddenly exerted his strength, jumped high, and jumped back to the platform.

However, Feng Chen was already waiting above, and he pounced, knocking the unstable dog dragon to the ground, and quickly retreated.

"The monster can't get up!" A teenager in the audience exclaimed.

The dog dragon lay on his side on the ground, his limbs scratching back and forth, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get up from the ground.

The monster's weakness is precisely his strong tail, and in the last battle with Lu Xiu, the dog dragon who injured his tail became very reluctant to get up. His limbs are only longitudinally muscled, and the movement from side to side is not so dexterous, and he can only get up by the tail support when he falls, and Feng Chen relies on the trap to temporarily restrict it, taking the lead in destroying the tail tendons and muscles, and the dog dragon at this time is already like a turtle that has turned over, and can only be slaughtered.

Feng Chen turned the knife in his hand, squatted down and prepared to end the battle with this dog dragon.

"May the hunter be with you." He prayed silently, the knife reaching the dogdragon's neck.

The monster looked at him in despair.

It wasn't through luck, it wasn't a lose-lose, but it was through real fighting, constant maneuvering, wisdom and strength to defeat this monster, he was the only one, Hay thought to himself.

Suddenly, Feng Dust put the knife on the ground and slapped his hand on the monster's back, "It's okay, it's okay," he muttered, "It's over, you're safe." "His hands are soft and rhythmic, like a child stroking a beloved pet.

The dog-dragon, trembling as it awaited its final fate, looked puzzled as it tried to fight back against the human who had stripped its tail, but after struggling a few times, it was strangely quiet.

Feng Chen rested his head on the dog dragon's body, leaning on its milky belly to be precise, without the slightest concern that the vital point of his head was where its claws could grasp.

In the middle of the night, he stood up and walked out of the arena without looking back.

"Open the door, I've won." He said.

"Why don't you kill it?" The union hunter at the door asked.

"It's pregnant."