This conversation between Weiyang and the tracker, or the Ambrera company behind it, did not attract the attention of Zhao Yingkong and Zhang Heng.

Underneath the bridge was a large open area, and the arena where the two men fought was divided into two areas right above the bridge.

Zhao Yingkong didn't say a word, and when she jumped down from the bridge, her right hand was already clasped on the dagger. The blank eyes locked on the tracker's figure.

Combat awareness, battle information, and the utilization of the field were all quickly analyzed in her head to facilitate her battle.

"Roar!"

The tracker roared, and he was armed with two weapons, one was a bazooka from a previous attack, and the other was a large, sniper-like firearm.

It is described as an ass because around the muzzle of its gun there is a triangular jagged blade with many burrs on the edges.

Zhao Yingkong didn't doubt its power at all, if it was rubbed by it, it would be light to drop a layer of flesh!

It's a dangerous monster!

The tracker faced Zhao Yingkong, who was galloping over, and fulfilled the order in his mind very well.

Kill!

The bazooka in his right hand was raised again, aiming at Zhao Yingkong's figure, and he pulled the trigger!

A rocket flicked its long flame tail and blasted towards Zhao Yingkong!

However, Zhao Yingkong's speed is extremely fast, and her body's reaction speed in the first-order gene lock state has also risen by a notch, so when the rocket blurted out, she had actually made an evasive move!

The rocket almost wiped Zhao Yingkong's clothes and shot on the bridge! She even felt a hot, dangerous aura coming from above!

But she remained unmoved, because she had calculated it as well!

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, but Zhao Yingkong's hand holding the dagger is slightly relaxed, and the little finger and ring finger are holding the ring on the little thumb, preparing for her ready to strike!

The bazooka in the tracker's right hand has been thrown down by him, the gun in his left hand is handed over to his right hand, and then it is buckled on the iron handle on the side, and the muzzle of the black hole hole is aimed at Zhao Yingkong's figure again!

Bang!

A dull, thunderous sound!

Zhao Yingkong's hairs exploded, and a strong sense of danger surged into her heart!

Dangerous!

Dangerous!

She had done her best to avoid it, but the hunch had not diminished! She pulled out her dagger without thinking, and a cold light lit up in the air, blocked by her side!

At this moment, the numb feeling was accompanied by a crisp sound, and Zhao Yingkong's whole castration was stopped, and he involuntarily retreated backwards!

Her feet were firmly on the ground. Trying to unload this force, only to leave several deep marks on the ground!

"What kind of attack is this?" Zhao Yingkong frowned slightly, thinking in her heart.

The one-stage genetic lock made her combat instincts extremely sharp. If she hadn't blocked her side with a dagger at the last moment, most of her body might have been torn apart!

This is definitely not a joke!

And if it weren't for the sturdiness of the materials made of the dagger, the dagger would probably have been shattered by this attack! And not as it is now, intact appearance.

But even so, the dagger was also under this powerful force, and the entire blade was imprinted on her body, and the blade even cut through her clothes, oozing wisps of blood.

The battle continued, and Zhao Yingkong naturally knew that now was not the time to say this, and she couldn't give the tracker a second chance to attack!

Thinking about it, her body moved first, and the whole person turned the way she was moving just now, becoming erratic, the steps under her feet were ghostly, and there was a terrifying killing intrinsy in her lightness!

As long as the distance is narrowed, Zhao Yingkong is eighty percent sure that he will be killed instantly! Stalkers aren't humans after all! Although its intelligence is much higher than that of zombies, it has become a little inadequate compared to humans, especially now that there is still a command in his mind! What's more, Zhao Yingkong is not an ordinary human being......

Compared with Zhao Yingkong, Zhang Heng's battle was a little more imposing. His black wings gave him air supremacy, and it also gave him considerable flexibility, his opponent was armed with a minigun and a large sword, and his body was covered in a layer of cold armor, and in the front and back of the armor, there were long, protruding thorns!

If any creature hits him, it's definitely going to be a heart-piercing ending!

But Zhang Heng is not so stupid. Naturally, it won't bump into it on its own.

The muzzle of the revolver machine gun was pointed at Zhang Heng, and the line of fire outlined by bullets chased Zhang Heng's figure, leaving traces of bullets in all directions behind him.

Zhang Heng is not like Zhao Yingkong, who has unlocked the genetic lock, and can judge the trajectory of the bullet just by relying on his own consciousness. He did not have enough insight and combat experience. And the reason why he was able to do this was all because of the combat assistance system that he saw as improved by Newton again!

The tracker is suppressed by the firepower of the weapon, and the combat system is quite accurate in judging it! At least so far, Zhang Heng has successfully shuttled in the rain of bullets under various prompts from the system!

"Taste this!" Zhang Heng's right hand was bluffed, and red flames rose in it, although the whole person still looked 'embarrassed' in mid-air, avoiding the tracker's attack, but the premonition of danger had enveloped the tracker.

Zhang Heng's left hand was on top of the flames, and after the distance between him and the tracker was stretched to a sufficient level, he suddenly opened his arms and waved forward!

"Libaibachi! Big snake pheasant!! ”

Blood-red flames erupted in front of him, enveloping the tracker almost instantly!

The powerful corrosiveness of the blood flame even made Zhang Heng hear the sound of the flame corroding tracker's body clearly!

However, Zhang Heng didn't think that a single flame could solve it. So when the tracker was shrouded in flames and the attack had to stop, he rushed forward and came in front of the tracker in the blink of an eye!

The armor on the tracker's body had been corroded by the flames, and Zhang Heng was standing by his side, so Zhang Heng's attack was not attacked by the long thorns on the armor!

"Forbidden Thousand Two Hundred and Eleven! Eight childish girls! ”

Attacks from the side were not as effective as attacks from the front or back, but Zhang Heng's flame-soaked fingers could penetrate the tracker's body deeply, and then every tear could tear off the flesh on his body! Then turn it into fuel for flames!

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