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On the side of the hill, a man and a dwarf were separated by ten meters, facing each other, each holding a dwarven musket.

The two dwarven muskets were strikingly similar in appearance and aura, as they were both made by the Iron Fist, the work of a genius who was considered the hope of the dwarven clan at the time, after breaking through to the eighth level.

Iron Fist is a friend of Duland, and Durand will not treat Iron Fist the same way he treats those alien kings, so although Iron Fist is in the ranch, he has successfully promoted to level eight.

As a musket dwarf clan, muskets are a necessary weapon, every musket dwarf is a master of spear making, Iron Fist is extremely talented in this area, after becoming the only eighth-level non-human in the ranch, he has just dug this talent to the extreme, and made two powerful muskets, a "Red Hammer" and a "Black Ser". At this time, Durand was in the hands of Hesse. And in the hands of the dwarves themselves, it is the Red Hammer.

In terms of power, the Red Hammer is not much different from the Heser.

Durand flattened the musket in an impeccable position, and without seeing any movement from him, the triple buffers on the barrel collapsed one by one.

For Duland, the point of a bumper is to reduce recoil and protect the arms and shoulders from injury.

With the triple buffer complete, the power of the musket is close to level seven; In the case of double buffering, it is the standard level seven; When there is only one buffer, the eight-level lethality; As for the unbuffered state of full firepower, the lethality of this "Heser" in the short and medium distances has completely surpassed the level of level eight, and is infinitely close to level nine. Or rather, somewhere between level eight and nine.

This is also why Durand told Sù Vivian with certainty before: Iron Fist is an invincible powerhouse in the eighth level. Because neither the White Tiger, nor Kent, nor Hedson have the lethality of an iron fist.

An iron fist without a musket in hand may only be at the level of an ordinary level eight, but when a musket is in hand. He is a well-deserved king in the eighth level!

This is the genius that the musket dwarves were proud of back then, and the poor man whose future was cut off by the musket dwarves - Iron Fist. Vol.

"Iron Fist, I really don't want to kill you," Durand said in a low voice. Fingertips gently put on the trigger: "So, one last chance, don't force me to kill you!" ”

Iron Fist silently.

Then, gradually, the corners of the dwarf's mouth hooked slightly, moving the muscles of his face. The result is a creepy smile. His eyes widened, but his pupils shrank into a small dot, and his eyes looked at Durand with a clear expectation - expecting the human in front of him to be bombarded to pieces!

In fact, one step ahead of Duland, Iron Fist's fingers have already pulled the trigger.

From Vivien's point of view, wisps of strange flames suddenly erupted from Iron Fist's body, and they couldn't tell what color they were. The flames silently swept through the dwarf's body. Then he wrapped the musket "Red Hammer" in his hand as well.

This is the true ability of the Musket Dwarves - the Flame of Gunfire.

There is only one effect of the Nitrate Flame, which is to further increase the power of the Dwarven Musket, without the wrapping of the Nitrate Flame, the power of the "Red Hammer" is between level 8 and 9, and with the bonus effect of the Nitrate Flame, the Red Hammer can swing the lethality of level 9 in the Iron Fist!

"Okay, there's no way around it......" The corners of Duland's eyes twitched slightly. He knew that at this moment, he had no choice but to shoot.

Out of the instinct of a battle mage, Durand put all unnecessary emotions behind him in an instant, and his gaze passed through the crosshairs, locking onto the dwarf not far in front of him.

Iron Fist is a tough eighth-level powerhouse, and he is already terrifying enough without a gun in his hand, once the musket is in hand, Iron Fist can be a nightmare for any high-level hunter who enters the ranch, therefore. Durand didn't slack off in the slightest, only to hear a crisp shattering sound in his body, which was the sound of the self-seal being partially unlocked.

In the blink of an eye, Durand has risen straight from the seventh level to the eighth level.

Durand's eyelids drooped slightly, when he reopened them. The eyes have become bright, and the power of insight is fully opened!

The figure of the dwarf on the opposite side emerged in his seven-colored eyes, and in the field of vision, countless information was transformed into concrete numbers by the brain, and then, all the numbers were orderly integrated into the demigod fire in the heart.

The tinder slowly rotated, inhaling a few jù and then spewing out wisps of strange breath. If someone could sense the elemental crystal in Duland's body now, they would see that this breath and the power of ice and fire combined with each other would merge into a strange form of flame - although the color was different, its form and aura were exactly the same as the flame of gunfire!

The red and blue Durand version of the Gunfire flame swept out, enveloping the musket "Heser".

This is the power of replication. In the face of Iron Fist, Durand exerted the power of replication, completely simulating the opponent's ability.

Vivien struggled to her feet, staring blankly at the two men with guns pointing at each other halfway up the mountain, and opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak. She could feel two incomparably powerful abrasiveness explode around Durand and Iron Fist, and these two auras were so terrifying that Vivien was overwhelmed by the shield of ice and fire.

But that's not what makes the girl speechless.

The real reason is that the aura momentum that burst out from Durand turned out to be not his own aura momentum, but an iron fist.

"How can it be ......," the girl muttered distractedly.

This is not the first time she has seen the power of replication, Durand has used a lot of it when he faced three Thunder Titans before, but it was fundamentally different from this time.

At that time, Durand only copied the enemy's abilities, and Vivien closed her eyes, still feeling that it was Durand, and still felt the aura that emanated from Duland's body.

But now, the girl closed her eyes, and in her perception, it was clear that two iron fists were facing each other! Ability, momentum, breath...... It's all the same, even the intense resentment!

Durand seems to have disappeared, or rather, replaced. In addition to being Durand in appearance, he is a replica of Iron Fist from the inside out. Even the frantic smile on his face was no exception.

There has never been a moment when Durand has performed the power of replication so perfectly!

He himself seemed to have been intoxicated by it, so much so that he didn't notice that the demigod fire in the elemental crystal in his body shook slightly, and the degree of rotation gradually decreased. However, the efficiency of absorbing a few jù and exhaling breath has increased dramatically.

――Unknowingly, Durand quietly broke through to the peak of the Tinder Realm under such circumstances.

"Ho-ho-cough...... Die...... Dead ......" Iron Fist spat out a barrage of indecipherable nonsense.

"Ho-ho-cough...... Die...... Dead ......" Durand also spat out a series of inexplicable gibberish, which was in tune with Iron Fist at exactly the same time.

Then, at the same time, they pulled the trigger.

At the foot of the mountain, Vivien only felt that an endless fire suddenly bloomed in front of her. It was scorching and dazzling, accompanied by a deafening roar. The world seemed to be overturned at this moment, light, heat, and harmony blended together, and the power of the explosion was so strong that it could not be described in words!

When the girl came to her senses, she was almost paralyzed and fell to the ground.

The shield of ice and fire under Durand was shaking wildly. Outside the mask, I couldn't see anything clearly, and I couldn't imagine how ferocious the collision between the two of them was after they shot at the same time just now.

Nearly ten minutes later, a qiē vanished.

The scene in front of Vivien was like this: the hill completely collapsed, turning into countless broken rocks and dirt, and piled up there in a mess. The lingering smell of gunpowder filled the air, and above a boulder in the middle of this ruin. Durand and Iron Fist sat and lay down, like two stone sculptures, not moving.

“…… Uncle!! ”

Vivien shouted hoarsely, gritted her teeth to support herself, and rushed desperately until she ran to Durand's side with all her might, and then Durand did not have too many wounds on his body, but an iron fist, and the dwarf was lying straight to the ground with smoke all over his body. I don't know if it's dead or alive.

"Ahem! Ahem! Whew......" Durand coughed violently a few times, then gasped and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

As he spoke, he set aside the musket in his hand, the body of which was hot. It looks like it has just been fished out of volcanic lava.

Vivien breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, glanced at the ruined scene around her with trepidation, and then looked back at Iron Fist, and asked cautiously, "What about him?" He can't be dead, right? ”

The emotion on Duland's face seemed to be a little complicated, and he showed a not-so-good-looking smile with a relieved heaviness, and said: "Although the musket dwarves are not as durable as the storm dwarves, they are definitely the best among all races in terms of tenacious vitality!" Ahem...... Hell, I didn't expect the first time I used the dwarven musket in the right way, and the power was so terrifying......"

Sighing in his heart at the astonishing lethality of "Heser" and "Red Hammer", as well as the amazing talent of making their iron fists, Durand got up quite wolfly, glanced at the iron fist, and sighed: "It's okay, this bastard is not dead, hum, wasting so much of my strength!" But I'm not sure if he'll go crazy again when he wakes up. ”

The girl looked at the iron fist lying on the ground, clutching the musket even when she was seriously injured, and was silent for a moment, and then asked softly, "What has happened to this dwarf uncle?" How did it become like that? ”

Durand snorted and didn't answer, but his eyes became a little drifting, as if he remembered some of the past.

At this moment, Iron Fist's short but stocky body suddenly bounced a few times, his scorched face twitched slightly, and he muttered something in his mouth. Duland's face froze, he squatted down, helped his iron fist up, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, wake up!" How does it feel? ”

The dwarf struggled to open a line of eyelids, revealing a somewhat dilated pupil, and then closed his eyes again, but he seemed to finally recognize Duland, and there seemed to be a smile on his face, trying to say something with all his might: "They...... He...... They're going to ......"

"What are you going to say?"

Durand frowned, and leaned closer, barely able to hear what Iron Fist was saying: "They...... Scratching ...... Seven-Star Hunter ...... Only...... Catch only ...... Seven-Star Hunter ...... Hey, hahahaha...... Catch only the Seven Star Hunters......"

ps: Sorry for the update so late! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......