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The more firm the mind and the stronger the convictions, the less likely it is to be shaken, and this is a truth that everyone knows.

However, correspondingly, once a person with extremely strong beliefs falls into a certain emotional prison, or goes down a certain wrong path, or gets into a certain horn, it is very difficult to get out again.

For example, Iron Fist.

"Well, this guy with Iron Fist ......" Durand sighed, and after making sure that Vivien was okay, he turned his head to look back at the cave, his pupils flashing with seven colors, and his gaze crossed the resentment that almost condensed into substance, and landed on a dwarf in the depths of the cave.

In his vision, the dwarf was exuding high heat all over his body, he was half-kneeling, his whole body twitching faintly, his thick hands constantly scratching the ground, and his mouth hissing and growling.

He looked in pain, as if he was struggling with something. A black aura swirled around him,—it was resentment, a strong resentment that almost condensed into substance!

Taking a deep breath, Durand gave Vivian a serious order: "Wait here obediently." He added uneasily: "Don't mess around, Iron Fist is not an ordinary powerhouse, you should have learned it just now." ”

"Understood."

Durand nodded, waved his hand and threw a large amount of ice and fire power to envelop the girl, then gently rubbed the musket in his hand a few times, picked up the musket that the iron fist gave him with his own hand, and strode towards the cave.

Vivien watched Durand walk towards the cave step by step through the shield of ice and fire. As soon as that vague black resentment touched Duland's body, it sneered and dissipated.

If the deep cave is a lightless abyss, then Durand at this time is a radiant light source. The power of ice and fire is no longer violent, but as delicate as water. A misty halo of mist that illuminates the camp, illuminates the wind and snow, illuminates the two rows of stone statues, illuminates the cave. Also illuminates the dwarves in the cave.

The entrance to the cave is very small, with a diameter of only about one meter seven, and it is completely adapted to the height of the dwarf.

Durand stopped at the entrance of the cave, crouched down, grinned at the iron fist inside the cave, and said, "Yo." Old friend, I haven't seen you in a while......"

Iron Fist's stout body trembled, he still knelt on the ground, and then slowly turned his head, a pair of eyes that were completely bloodshot were particularly striking in the darkness, like two blood-colored searchlights. Cast a gaze containing resentment and murderous intent on Duland's face.

"Hmph, I've fallen so deep, I'm about to lose myself completely......" Durand said silently in his heart.

He met the blood-colored gaze, restrained his smile, and in an instant, it became even colder than the iron fist in the hole, and then the corners of his mouth curled slightly. said lightly: "Old friend, you'd better wake up quickly, otherwise...... Don't think I'm not going to kill you! ”

Iron Fist's eyes widened suddenly!

In Vivien's position and angle, she couldn't see the situation in the cave at all, she only heard what Durand seemed to say, and the next moment, a rough howl from a dying beast that seemed to have fallen into a trap was violently transmitted from the cave!

The voice was low, hoarse, with a deep guttural voice. The volume was so loud, the sound waves were so violent and savage, that even the ice and fire shield under Durand shook slightly.

Followed by......

Just listen to a loud bang! The entrance to the cave suddenly exploded. Countless earth and rocks flew in all directions, and I saw a huge fist blasting out of the hole like lightning.

This is an incomparably domineering punch, like thunder and lightning! Before it hit, the rolled fist wind had already blown Duland's face slightly painful.

Compared to Edson's fist. The fist of Iron Fist is fundamentally different. If the fist wind rolled up by Hudson is like a fierce storm, then the fist style and fist strength of the iron fist are explosive, like bursting flames!

One punch, just one punch, and the aftermath of the punch blew the hole to shreds.

The fist was headed, and the air exploded layer by layer, making a series of muffled sounds like scorching thunder. In terms of momentum and power, this is definitely the strongest punch Vivian has ever seen in her life!

"Roar, roar, roar! Ho-ho-ah-ah-ah Iron Fist let out a series of wild howls that did not resemble human voices, as if he had completely lost his rationality.

Duland's eyes narrowed slightly.

Compared to the thunderous speed of the Iron Fist, he seemed to be slow and logical, as if he got up slowly, quietly watched the other party's flying fist, and then ...... Lift your foot and kick!

Tekken is a dwarf, Durand is a human, and man is taller than a dwarf.

Iron Fist uses fists, and Durand uses feet, which are longer than arms.

Therefore, when Iron Fist's fist was still some distance away from Duland's chest, Duland's foot came first, and he kicked Iron Fist's abdomen extremely fiercely!

The beastly howl of Iron Fist came to an abrupt end, his fist still futilely striking forward, but his body arched backwards under the tremendous force of Duland's feet, and his feet were already off the ground.

"Go back!" Durand let out a cold snort, and his legs and feet suddenly strengthened, and the dwarf's unusually strong body shot back into the hole faster than it had advanced, like a flying cannonball.

In the mountain, there was a continuous roar, and I didn't know how far the iron fist was kicked out by Duland's kick.

Vivien watched from behind in amazement, and she even wondered if Iron Fist would fly out from the other side of the mountain.

It wasn't until the muffled sound in the mountain gradually stopped that Durand slowly withdrew his right foot, quietly rubbed the ground a few times with the sole of his shoe, and hummed in a low voice: "Musket dwarves don't use muskets, just relying on their fists is like putting me down?" What a joke! But this guy's body is too resistant to kicking, it's as hard as a steel plate, and my feet hurt a little......"

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Before, Iron Fist's resentful aura in the uncontrollable state crushed the snowflakes, but at this time, Iron Fist was in the mountain, and his power was blocked by the mountain, and the wind and snow immediately poured into this space, blocking Vivien's sight.

Vaguely, the girl saw Durand continue to walk forward, and in front of him, the rocks, bushes, and snow on the hill all turned into powder, and then mixed into the snowdrops.

"Uncle...... Wait, wait! The girl was anxious and wanted to see the situation, but the snow blocked her vision.

She tried to support her body, but helplessly found that her limbs were still sore. I can't exert any strength.

From time to time, the earth shook violently, and there was a violent roar in the wind and snow, and there was no doubt that Durand was fighting the out-of-control dwarves. Although it is not clear to see, the sense of oppression that escapes from the battle between the truly strong people. Even through the shield of ice and fire, Vivien could feel it very clearly.

Under this oppression, she had an illusion that bordered on suffocation.

"Is this the strength of the uncle's friend - that iron fist? Is this the strength of the 'Invincible Mighty in the Eighth Rank'? Uncle, there shouldn't be a problem, right? Vivien was a little worried.

Although it is not clear what exactly is going on, there is no doubt that Iron Fist is in a very abnormal state. And Durand doesn't seem surprised by this. He must have seen Iron Fist in this way before.

At this very moment, Durand is trying to reawaken the dwarf's true self in a way that is unique to Duland, that is, to fight it!

At this moment, the snow suddenly cleared, revealing the two people who were fighting. A large shroud of fire and ice enveloped the hill and the camp in front of the mountain. At the same time, the wind and snow outside are completely blocked.

Vivien knew that this was Duland's method, and he should want Vivian to see a real fight between strong men.

The girl hurriedly looked intently, but the scene that caught her eyes made her mouth open wide in shock.

“…… This is simply an exaggeration! ”

In front of me, the small mountain is full of holes, the top of the mountain has been flattened, many parts of the mountain have collapsed, and huge broken stones have rolled down the hillside. There was a rumbling roar.

Durand stood on the mountainside, the power of fire and ice wrapped around him.

It was the first time Vivien had seen Durand unleash the power of ice and fire so thoroughly, and the power of cold and scorching power circled like a dragon, roaring angrily. Durand looked no different than before, but Vivien keenly noticed that one of his sleeves was missing, and the tears in the fabric were charred black, caused by the hot iron sand fired from the dwarven muskets.

"Iron Fist, aren't you sober yet?!" Durand stared at the iron fist not far ahead, and said coldly: "Go on like this." I really can't save you...... Do you want to turn into a beast without reason and be killed by me?! ”

Iron Fist's response was simple, he raised the musket in his hand and aimed it at Duland.

Vivien just appeared, and I don't know when it started. Iron Fist has an extra huge musket, which is very similar in style to the one Durand is carrying, and it is even better in size!

At this time, even if Iron Fist lost his mind due to resentment, his movements were still extremely standard, after all, he was once the most outstanding genius of the musket dwarf clan, and the posture of holding the spear had melted into his bones and blood.

The long, dark barrel was unusually stable without the slightest tremble, and the end of the musket rested against the unusually thick shoulders of the musket dwarves.

"Dead ...... I...... I want you ...... All...... ...... all dead! Iron Fist's mouth opened and closed, and he spat out the words that were obviously delirious, and saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth, staining his beard, but he didn't notice it.

Vivien suddenly saw that Iron Fist's beard was only half cut off.

It was such a sloppy dwarf with only half a beard, wearing ragged armor all over his body, short and stocky, and full of brown and scattered hair, when he picked up a musket taller than himself, the awe-inspiring aura exuded from his whole body actually made Vivian in the distance not have the slightest sense of battle.

From afar, Vivien felt powerless to resist, and she didn't know how much pressure Durand would be under at this time, facing the dwarf head-on.

Durand stood still, silently feeling the violent pressure coming to his face, his eyes falling on the bottomless muzzle of the gun, then down the barrel of the gun, and finally on the face of the iron fist.

By dwarven standards, it was a masculine and handsome face that was close to perfection, a face that would make a dwarven girl scream, but at this point, the face was dominated by hideousness and distortion, completely ruining the beauty.

Durand looked into Iron Fist's eyes deeply, deeply.

He had seen Iron Fist lose control more than once in the past after being trapped in the cage of resentment, but never once had he been so strict as this one. Durand didn't know what had happened to him before he arrived, but he knew that something must have happened to Iron Fist. In the blood-red eyes of the Iron Fist, Durand could no longer find the slightest bit of rationality.

This is no longer an iron fist, the iron fist that suffers, is entangled, loves, hates, but is always strong.

It is a dwarven shell dominated by resentment.

"Sorry, old friend......"

Durand clenched the musket on his shoulder, took it off, stared at the iron fist and said quietly: "It seems that you can't come back, so I have to kill you and use this musket you gave me...... Kill you! ”

Durand raised his musket.

This time, instead of holding the handle of the gun with one hand, he had both hands flat, and his posture was exactly the same as the iron fist opposite.