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A suffocating shadow enveloped Bai Lin, and the depression of death was breathless. Bai Lin sighed in her heart, silently, regretfully, but also accepting. Just like an unknown idiot in the interstellar once said, but all the poor worms who have touched the gun and shot it, no matter what position, what choice, what path, there is a high probability that at some point in the future, the back of the head will be hit by that kind of "boom", and then - you will die.

Bai Lin is not so resistant to this, because every living being in the universe will have such a time, sooner or later, fast or slow, the difference is only the form and method, and my own different attitudes towards it. Bai Lin's attitude is very natural, similar to Ed, she chooses a way of life, she accepts everything that this lifestyle will bring her, and she accepts everything that this lifestyle will make her lose. Failure, success, life or death, she always got what she wanted.

And now, it's time to wrap up.

"It's a little unpleasant......" Bai Lin muttered, closing her eyes. She was able to do this because her eyes hadn't been open much in the first place. But immediately, as soon as she closed it, she opened it again, like someone was about to fall asleep when someone grabbed the softness of her lower back. The meat is pinched!

At the same time, she also felt that the silent and cold gaze that was locked on her body like a cemetery was gone, shifted—the Grim Reaper who wanted her life was no longer looking at her!

There really is so much that can happen in one instant. As long as there is one more moment, then at that moment, Adele can easily hold Bai Lin into her arms, slit her throat, let her beautiful neck splash red, and bloom the last most gorgeous scenery at the end of her life, and she can also wash her restless dark fire with that flawless blood at the same time, complete the ritual, grow again, and get one step closer to their common goal.

That's what she thinks, that's what she thinks, that's what she does. She didn't know if she would succeed in the end, but no one would know the answer without trying.

All this changed, when Adele's eyes were raised and looked behind Bai Lin, when the phantom shadow came instantly, grabbing Bai Lin's back collar - the pulling force spread all over the body along the clothes, and there was no room for resistance or reaction, Bai Lin was dragged backwards and disappeared in place. Adele fell to where she had been, and with the folding knife in her hand, she pounced.

She rolled her eyes silently, raised her head expressionlessly, and looked ahead from a distance, which had reached a certain position on the edge of the fitness hall, next to the fifty-pound barbell.

Dressed in a metal exoskeleton with tight armor and a metal mask covering his face, as if he were some kind of black market combat robot, Carl slowly let go of his grip on Bai Lin, stood up straight like a gentleman, and bowed to Adele. There is nothing to say about the etiquette itself, the standard is like a professional teacher, but with Carl's outfit at this time, it just makes people want to laugh, and the thick awkwardness and disobedience can make people feel it clearly even if they are twenty or thirty meters apart. Even next to him, Bai Lin, who had just been saved by him, silently moved three positions horizontally after opening his mouth.

Carl's appearance, little Getter is okay, he has already seen it, and Ed and old Duroc are jaws about to fall.

Rubbing his eyes, Ed stared intently, carefully examining the object in the distance, and then trying to overlap it with the figure in his mind. The corners of his mouth twitched, he touched his nose and coughed dryly. He looked like he wanted to cry but almost laughed, and finally his face was stretched in confusion.

He recognized it as Carl, but it wasn't what he remembered. Not in any way.

He remembered Carl as a very personable old gentleman, a pervert who could smile politely at you and beat you up with a bloody mouth. He didn't know which martial arts this old guy was learning, but it didn't matter, what mattered was the level of the other party. Even if he never tried his best against himself and old Duroc and didn't really take it seriously, he easily beat them into punching bags stuffed with toys, and even when facing the children of the Nether, he was able to deal with them with ease and ease.

Combined with the age of the other party, Ed probably already knows what kind of existence he is. That's the fighting cultivator who has exhausted his own means and can only protect himself during the period of total victory, and who has broken through to the extreme of life by standing at the apex with talent and opportunity, and is a monster at the level of "hell" in the real sense!

At his level, it didn't matter what kind of fighting skills he had originally learned, because a simple punch and kick had been simple and unstoppable, and he no longer needed any moves at all.

However, even if it had reached such a point, it would still be difficult for a martial arts cultivator to win against the Nether Child. On the one hand, even if they break through all the way to the extreme of life, it is difficult to take a step forward, and there is still a gap in the strength of different people's final display, which has nothing to do with the martial arts they have learned, only with their own talents. Talent determines the height of a person's limit, and even if people with different talents reach the same limit, the final height is also high and low, and there are differences.

And the same restrictions actually exist in the children of the nether. Even if they are also children of the Netherworld, the quality of the "raw materials" itself also makes them have a quality gap in the final products, the better the "raw materials", the higher the quality of the final products, and vice versa.

However, compared to the flood of fighting cultivators, the Nether Child is a notch higher in this regard—it is also an inferior product in the final product, and the Nether Child is also a step better than the fighting cultivator, and it can even be said that it is more than a notch.

Adele is not the best of the Nether Sons, but Carl's fighting talent is also not particularly high, which leads to the fact that even at this point, they are not the best in their respective fields, and they are not even at the top. But this also led to the fact that Adele still had to be stronger and suppress Carl as a whole.

And now this gap is made up by the exoskeleton armor on Carl's body - as an interstellar mercenary for half his life, Ed couldn't be more familiar with the armor Carl was wearing. Despite the difference in style, and despite the optimization and improvement of the model, he still made a fairly accurate judgment based on his own understanding of similar power armor and Karl's performance just now.

The biggest function of that exoskeleton power armor is to enhance the mobility of the equipment and greatly increase their speed. This is in line with Karl's performance just now, and it is also in line with the tactics that Ed envisioned.

What is a fighting cultivator's greatest disadvantage when fighting against the Nether Child? Velocity!

Speed was originally a signature ability of the Nether Child, coming and going without a trace, and his body was like a distorted light, so that even if a fighting cultivator of the same level could compete with the other party in terms of strength, the speed would not be able to catch up at all. You can fight, you can't fight, you can't fight, you can't escape, and there is no way to defeat the opponent with your own words.

It was obvious that Carl understood this truth, so he came up with this trick, using external forces to make up for his shortcomings, in order to have a chance to win this battle with Adele. Facts have proved that his judgment is right, and the two sides have been entangled until now.

Of course, Adele has never done her best and has not revealed her ghostly form, but Carl is not without a backhand. Although the age gap between the two sides is huge, one is a man-made war weapon, the other is a veteran war god, one has perfect procedures, and the other is invincible experience, and it is difficult for either to take advantage of the other party.

Ed's reaction was because he recognized the strength of Carl and the subtlety of the situation. Originally, Adele's timely arrival gave them an absolute advantage, but now this advantage is no longer there with the arrival of Carl. The top combat power of the two sides is deadlocked again, and this time because the specifications are too high, once they collide, it is likely to affect the surrounding things together, causing serious damage.

Ed had such scruples in his heart, but it was clear that not everyone was as sentimental as he was. Carl didn't hesitate after his appearance, and immediately started the next act.

His head lifted, and his gaze from behind the metal mask swept onto the little jit beside Eddard - the suitcase in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and disappeared in place.

At the same time, Adele moved. The two of them, who have been fighting each other for a long time, have almost formed a tacit understanding like a conditioned reflex, and the moment Carl made a move, she subconsciously moved her muscles to meet him. The speed of these two guys was so fast that even with Ed's current eyesight, he could only see two vague phantoms, and the place where they met was not far from him.

Ed was startled, and while quickly waving his hand and shouting to the old Duroc and the two to retreat, he caught a glimpse of an afterimage with an electric light out of the corner of his eye.

"Smack!"

In the sharp thrust, Ed slammed the metal whip back with a backhand punch, and the hot pain spread through the glove to the back of his hand and joints, making Ed frown and grin - it was fine at first, but now it has been pumped too much, it is already a little swollen, and it hurts even more when it continues to be pumped.

Old Duroc was covering little Git, and at the same time wanted to give Bai Lin two shots to help Ed share the pressure, but when he touched his waist, he remembered that his gun was no longer with him. Turning his head, he looked at the ground to the side, and ran neatly towards the revolver that had fallen to the ground with glass shards.

At the same time, Ed pursued speed, and quickly punched Bai Lin with a very small amplitude and a very short trajectory to block Bai Lin's sixteen lashes, and the blood vessels in his forehead jumped slightly.

It hurts so much, it hurts to death!