Wolf - Ed is familiar with this appellation. This is the most common abbreviation for interstellar mercenaries by people in that circle in the universe, not the same half-baked cheap goods as these so-called private forces in Stuttgard, but the real interstellar wolf alien regiment that has participated in space wars in various star regions of the nine planets, chasing the notorious wolf of the astral plain who wanders between the stars with a bloody breath and is ready to sell his soul for money.

Ed was once part of the cold-blooded and murderous wolf pack, but now that the battlefield has collapsed, he is a lone wolf. This situation is actually very dangerous for people like them, because any wild wolf who leaves the pack and travels alone will only die unless he re-establishes his wolf pack from scratch and finds a new hunting ground.

When the cold snow falls, the cold wind blows, the lone wolf will die, and the pack of wolves will live—wolves have the way of living as wolves, and any life that is not suitable for wolves will destroy them. This is a merciless curse that all mercenaries cannot escape for a long time.

The memories only lasted for a moment in Eddard's mind, and in fact Tithe only gave him this moment. The next moment, the woman who didn't feel like a human at all, like a killing machine, suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of Ed's clothes, lifted his body violently, and threw it out towards the other side of the bed.

Ed spun in the air for almost two seconds before slamming to the floor.

Tithes didn't give Ed time to catch his breath. She jumped straight onto Mr. Pafrensa's big bed, and glanced at Pafrensa, who was lying at her feet clutching her injured wrist in pain, her mouth full of blood and her eyes looking at her in fear, whether intentionally or not, her strong thighs and hard black military boots stomped heavily on his chest before jumping out of the bed.

Pafrenza gasped, her body arched like a prawn, her eyes almost bouncing out of her sockets. In the next second, a huge explosion burst out where his body met with Shilo's boots, and Shilo jumped off the big bed and flew towards Ed on the floor.

Ed was made a move by Tilo and was about to get up from the ground, but Tihe fell from the sky like an eagle at this time, and his elbow smashed Ed's back with the force of the fall, smashing Ed back on his stomach again, and at the same time opened his mouth and coughed.

Pain surged back and forth through his body, and Ed gritted his teeth. He clenched his fingers and slammed his fist on the side of the face that was pressing against him behind him, knocking the tithing off his body, and then quickly rolled on the ground to open the distance, stood up again with one hand, and stopped rushing to the other side of the tithing.

Tilo's movements were a little slower than Ed's, and it was the slowness that made her lose the initiative in this round. Ed was so fast, so fast that before he could react, Ed pulled the hair on the top of his head from the ground like a radish, and then punched him in the face. Shilo staggered back, and Ed pursued her with a bow left and right at the sides of her face, throwing three punches in quick succession without sparing any hands.

In terms of Ed's strength, if he is an ordinary person with all his strength, he may be beaten to the ground and unable to get up again with a single punch. But Tilo's physical toughness is not inferior to Eddard's, if not even higher. Ed punched it three times, and it felt like he was smashing a tire with a hammer, the kind that was inflated. The tense fibrous feeling almost rebounded the strength of his fist, acting on his forearm muscles, weakening his strength in all directions.

At this time, Shijlo finally stabilized his position. She tilted her head sideways to dodge Ed's next punch, then suddenly bent forward and grabbed Ed's torso, bursting with an unrivaled force that threw Ed's body against the wall behind her.

The power of tithes is so great that it can be said to be quite unreasonable. Without any room to resist, Ed slammed into the wall again, half of his body hurting in pain. Tiji then stepped forward and pressed Eddard's side of the head before he could recover his strength, and slammed it against the wall. It hit him twice, then punched him in the face again.

Ed took two steps back, half-kneeling on the ground, tithing looking down at him. Both of them were a little breathless, but not much of a problem at all. And in fact this is a very serious problem. These moves of the two seem to be ferocious, but they are just warm-ups.

"It can't just end there."

Tilo looked down at Ed with a low voice and a cold and dark gaze, reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, swung a heavy fist into his left cheek, and then punched him twice in the chest, and then slammed a powerful uppercut to the chin.

Under the influence of powerful forces, Ed's body flew, and the time of flying was not short, and the distance was quite far.

He smashed the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the Parfensa hospital room and tumbled into the spacious balcony outside, mixed with broken glass on the floor. He lay on the ground, got up on all fours, opened his mouth and moved the muscles of his jaw as he crawled, glared and shook his head. The unceremonious greeting just now made his eyes roll a little. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shadow coming to his side with steady steps.

Without any hesitation, Ed landed a backhand punch on the joint of Shilo's leg. The position he played was very tricky, and in an instant, he felt that his whole leg was painful and numb, and he temporarily lost control, and his body tilted slightly. Ed got up at the same time and threw a punch, as if he had already rehearsed it for an unknown number of times, and the fist skull slammed into the side of Shilo's chin from the bottom up, lifting her head backwards, and then the second punch rounded the side of Shilo's face.

Tilo raised his arm to block Eddard's punch, and his head swung back like a pendulum, just as the headbutt hit Ed's nose. Ed stepped backwards, but was grabbed by the arm by Tilo and punched twice in succession between the chest and abdomen. He took a quick breath, tightened the muscles of his torso, stepped forward with one hand, and pushed Shilo's forearm from the side when Shilo's third punch came, changing the direction of Shilo's fist, and then seized the opportunity to counterattack, raised his foot and kicked Shilo's calf hard, and bent his elbow forward to slam Shilo's face.

Shilo took two steps back, Ed was not in a hurry, not in a hurry, it took a second and a half to slowly walk in front of Shilo, stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, and dodged sideways at the moment when Shilo punched him again, raised his hand to block, and at the same time punched the root of Shilo's arm and the strong muscles of his arm, and then threw his hand and punched Shilo's throat on the neck, kicking Shilo's abdomen, kicking Shilo backwards and falling to the ground.

Closing his lips and gasping slightly, he watched the tithing stop after curling up in a wheel shape, Eddard's eyes were solid, and his face was like a black piece of steel. He suddenly raised his foot and lunged forward, and at the moment when he tried to get up, he slammed his knee into her unprotected gaping chest, sending her whole body backwards, knocking over one of the bookshelves that circled around the edge of the balcony.

In the midst of the chaos, Tilo's body was smashed underneath the collapsed bookshelves, and various books were scattered in a pile. Ed, on the other hand, stood in place, the corners of his mouth twitched, his brows moved slightly, and his knees moved a little strangely. He knew that he had never really done much damage to Shilo. That pair is just too big, and the cushioning capacity is too good.

This is another mistake he made today. Maybe it's really human nature to remember what to eat, and some mistakes will always be repeated over and over again, no matter how many times they are made.

Just when Ed's brain was slightly distracted by thinking about some strange things, the bookcase that smashed on Tilo's body suddenly flew up and slammed into Ed's body like the front of a truck.

The powerful impact came from the front, and Ed had no way to block it, and there was no way to dodge, and the whole person was blown out like a broken doll. And the next moment when he lay on the ground and just opened his eyes, a hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, followed by a ferocious punch in his face.

Ed staggered back and threw a punch forward with quick reflexes. The tithing that had just come out of the pile of books, I don't know if it was because she was a little more angry or a little calmer - or a combination of both - her eyes were cold, her face was tight, she blocked Ed's fist with one hand, then slapped Ed's knee with both hands downward, threw a backhand punch into Ed's face, then followed by another elbow blow in the same spot, and the last headbutt slammed into Ed's head.

Combat is the best way to get to know your opponent quickly. Judging by the simple rounds of fighting with Shiro so far, Ed asked himself if he was not weaker than Shiji Luo in terms of speed or skill alone, and he could even say that he was able to overwhelm her, but in terms of strength and physical toughness, he seemed to be completely lower. There was no fancy collision between heads, nothing happened to Tiro, and Ed was dizzy for a few seconds as the heavens and the earth began to spin.

His body didn't need to be directed by his brain in this situation, and instinctively kept backing until his back touched something hard. It was the bookshelf on this side of the balcony.

Eddard opened his eyes and saw Tilo's leather-gloved hands grab the empty bookshelf that had just been smashed on her and had been used against him, and picked it up all — yes, she picked it up — and threw it at Eddard.

“……”

When he saw the whole huge shadow like a piano flying straight towards him, Ed didn't know what was going on in his head. In short, he didn't run away, he didn't resist, he just watched the bookshelf approach little by little, inch by inch, inch by second, in the almost suspended time, and then, together with the intact bookshelf behind him, slapped him in the middle like a sandwich.

"Bang-"