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Carl is the killer of the Donfried family, the top killer, and the oldest killer, a legendary figure who has survived the most difficult times along with the head of the family, Donfrie himself. He has fought many people, defeated many people, defeated many people, defeated many people, and killed the most people by him. Because basically, nine times out of ten of the people who were defeated by him were killed by him, and those who had defeated him - look at the way he is alive and kicking now, you know that he survived alive.

Yes...... That's right, this is the mystery of victory, this is the principle of miracles. Victory will not covet the weak who fall to the ground and can't get up, miracles will not favor the soft goods who have no confidence to move forward after a setback, when you stand until the end, go to the end, and become the only one who has survived and not fallen, you will naturally get everything you want.

Only those who can withstand it can be qualified to fight back. Carl understands this truth very well, and he has used this truth all his life, allowing him to stand up again and again in failure and setback, and become stronger again and again. And now—now, he saw something in a trance that made him feel so familiar from the body of the former war mercenary in front of him, who could only be regarded as a young man in front of him, and there was nothing special about it. He smelled a hint of the same kind, the scent of blood clinging to the steel.

He has defeated countless opponents, seen all kinds of people, seen all kinds of death, and all kinds of dying struggles. He knew that there would be a very subtle change in those who were about to die, or who had lost their fighting spirit, their fighting power, and their ability to rise again, and this change could only be felt by an old wasteland dog like Carl, who was accustomed to countless lives and deaths, and could twitch his nose and smell the smell—a rotten, lifeless and silent breath like a dark wordless tombstone in a cemetery.

But now there is no death silence in Ed's body, but an increasingly fierce invisible flame is burning, evaporating the blood beads on the steel one by one, and finally turning into billowing smoke and monstrous rise!

“……”

The body was half-squatting, Carl put one arm on his knee, the other hand touched the ground with five fingers, the pupils of his eyes were condensed, and his gaze was lowered downward, looking at Ed who was kneeling in front of him. Slowly, maybe just a second or two, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably upward.

At the same time, Eddard, who had been facing the ground, suddenly raised his head suddenly, and met Carl's eyes face to face with him at almost zero distance. His brows were habitually twisted, his eyes were loose and condensed, his mouth was tightly closed, and after moving from side to side, he tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He slowly reached out and grabbed a handful of hair from the top of his forehead, brushing his fingers in the direction of his hairstyle. Then he suddenly grinned.

"It hurts." He said, "It hurts me to death—too much, you." ”

“……”

Carl looked at Eddard, as he licked his blood-stained red lips with his tongue, as he looked at him with a big, sickly smile that looked at him like a psychiatric neurosis, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of his chest, because he was too close to dodge.

"Come and share some of it with me...... Well? ”

With an almost whispered whisper, Ed grabbed Carl's clothes and yanked at his side, hitting his head on the nose, and as Carl leaned back, he leaped up from the ground, rushed forward on his knees, and slammed Carl's face again after the headhammer. Karl seemed to have completely lost the strength to fight back under the surprise of his surprise, and his waist bent back into a ballerina-like extremely flexible arc, and he was about to rise in a circle-

But at this moment, Ed, whose momentum was unloaded by the attack, fell to the ground first, and the lightning-fast probe reached out and grabbed Carl's calf, dragged him and slammed it on the spot, followed by a perfect large arc in the air and smashed to the ground. He exerted all his strength and calculated that Karl would be the first to land on the bone near the temple on his left forehead. And with his current speed and strength, he crashed into the steel platform under their feet, even if he didn't die directly, he would definitely faint, and it would be impossible to get up again in a short time.

But at this moment, Carl, who was about to land, suddenly moved his hands, and took the lead in supporting his arms to the ground at an extremely awkward angle in an extremely awkward position, and he stubbornly supported the falling body and protected his head.

Ed's jaw dropped at what had happened. He knew that some of the best in physical art were able to land his legs first when the enemy threw him over the shoulder, supporting his torso with an iron bridge to defuse the attack. However, he didn't expect that there would be such a variant of this trick when the dumped subject itself was reversed, so that it was now much beyond his expectations.

Hesitation, stiffness - whatever the reason, this is a fatal flaw in the battle, the stronger side can end the battle through this flaw, and the weak side can seize the opportunity to turn defeat into victory!

Karl's eyes flashed with a sharp cold light. At the moment when Ed's rhythm was briefly paused, Carl's other leg that was not restrained suddenly exerted force, kicking Ed's side head from the side, slapping the ground with one hand while kicking Ed's stumbling, and his body spiraled up in the air, and after landing on one leg, his body continued to rotate without abating, and a ferocious big slalom kick was then kicked on Ed's chest.

The huge force shook his chest, and Ed's two eyes bulged outward, almost collapsing like a bounc. He exhaled violently as he opened his mouth and looked up, but the fist was already in front of him.

Because Ed was in the wrong state and unable to fight back, Carl's offense was unusually calm. After chasing and kicking Eddard, he stopped spinning in an extremely graceful posture, his arms hanging behind him as if they were a thousand pounds heavy, but his whole body fell towards the seemingly weak front like a drunk, and then his fist slammed into Ed's face with a slow, whistling wind.

Ed was almost knocked unconscious by the punch, and the whole person was knocked sideways by the hammer, and the world was about to lie on the ground. But at this moment, as if the scene was repeated, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm like an eagle's claw, and his five fingers clasped his muscles, pulling him back again.

Unlike Ed's sickly expression, Karl, who had already gone crazy, had always maintained a clear clarity in the depths of his eyes. However, what is wrapped in this trace of clarity is cold, without a trace of temperature cruelty.

He dragged Eddard and pulled his body to his side, first glanced at the blood flowing from the corner of Ed's mouth, the slightly rolled eyeballs that had not yet turned back, and tilted his head inexplicably, like a little goth girl who was about to send her most beloved doll to the guillotine. Her skin is pale, her lips are jet-black, her eyes are deep purple, and her smile is innocent.

Innocence is nothing left but a sneer!

With his hands under Ed's armpits, Carl lifted him up with a loud laugh, and then slammed into the steel ground beneath his feet—

"Boom-"

There was a dull thud, a great pain coming from the side of his body, Ed instinctively wanted to curl up, but Carl didn't give him any time to breathe, and immediately bent down again to grab his clothes, his strong, hard black stand-up collar jacket, pulled him up again, and slammed again-

"Boom-"

Grab again, lift again, fall again!

"Boom-"

Grab again, lift again, fall again!

"Boom-"

Grab again, lift again, fall again!

"Boom-"

Maybe Carl is aiming to completely abolish Eddard and completely make him incapacitated to resist and act. He didn't use any physical skills, but with his pure brute strength, which was no longer at his peak, he wanted to knead Ed into dough like a dough!

The steel floor of the platform had been deformed by Ed, and a shallow pit had been smashed. And now Ed was lying in this pit, motionless like a dead fish, as if he had been softened, and had been turned into a boneless lump of softness. Meat.

After such a strenuous exercise, Carl also breathed a little. He lowered his head and looked at Ed at his feet, not sure if the guy who seemed to have some problems with his head was really weakened. Just when he wanted to lean over to determine the specific situation, a sense of crisis that made his sweat stand suddenly surged up in his heart, making him quickly flash to the side without thinking about the natural reaction of his body, and disappeared in place.

At the same time, several tiny bullets passed through the space he had just been in, and shot into the body of the huge machine behind him, making a "bell" sound of metal projectiles colliding with huge steel. But the sound disappeared as soon as it sounded.

Stepping back to the other side, Carl glanced at the part of the abandoned machine that had been shot by the bullets, then turned his head to look in the direction where the bullets were flying, just in time to witness the scene of Old Duroc being pounced on by a bunch of his own men, a bunch of buttonmen.

When he was fighting with Ed just now, Carl actually saw it out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Old Duroc had actually run a long way away, but he didn't expect him to come back in a circle, obviously for Ed. It's so pitiful and ridiculous, and now he has put himself in.

Just as Carl was thinking this, suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw another figure. His breathing paused at that moment.