Volume 5: The Cold-Blooded Princess and the Dark Paradise Chapter 39: The strength of Barblair's top killer
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Old Duroc thought about it in hindsight—of course, not only Ed, but the old detective could also remember—and he remembered that when Carl's old monster attacked him, he should have been the target...... That's right, it should have been him who was kicked by Carl and what Carl wanted to kick away, it was Old Duroc, not Eddard. But because Ed's reaction at that time was too fast, too subconscious, he knocked the old detective to the side at that moment, and he received Carl's kick, which became the situation where he was kicked and fell down, and the old Duroc stayed.
Of course, the most unexpected thing had to be Carl. The real top killer of the Donfried family, who has so much experience in missions that there are very few in the entire Bablore, doesn't know what kind of method he uses - how his brain works, how his skills burn, and he can find another way to fall from the sky in front of Ed and Old Duroc. And his goal is unexpectedly very clear, the first thing he wants to do when entering the field is to kick the old detective out of the game. Old Duroc and Ed didn't know what he was going to do, and certainly didn't know why he thought of it—they did—but as far as the results were, he failed. Things didn't go the way he wanted.
"Very good, detective!"
Grinning in cold admiration, Karl looked dark and was about to chase down the stairs. But just then, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm from the side.
With Eddard's inhuman power in an emergency, the average person who was hit by a blow - especially an elbow - might lie on the ground for a while before getting up, but thankfully Old Duroc wasn't any ordinary person. Although it is still a bit unsightly compared to those related professions that are really professional, in the past few decades as a police detective, this old hard bone has also been beaten a lot, and he has already been trained, not to mention steel and iron bones, but the power blow of a little guy like Ed or the wanderer janitor "Big Brother" Cole earlier today is far from enough to put him down, and it hurts a little more than scratching it.
This is no longer the age of Earth, this is the age of the stars, it is Titan, it is Stuttgar - every life that lives in this universe is far stronger than imagined.
But having said that, old Duroc still wrote down Ed. The steel staircase they were running on had a door on each floor next to the adjacent building, a locked, rusty and brittle iron door leading to the interior of the factory building inside. And Ed had slammed him into the iron door just now, and his face slapped against the thick rust on the door, making his beard half red, and it was slightly worn out, a little shorter—it's not fun, it's very, very bad.
And now, the old detective has vented all his anger on old Carl. The moment he got up and turned back, he caught the attention of the elegant old gentleman who was not on him at all, tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and most importantly, the corners of his mouth became sixty-five degrees. His voice was like a big debt collector looking at poor little Harpy, and poor little Harpy didn't even know what was going on.
"Don't be in a hurry, man."
The old detective said, shaking his head slightly and staggering his chin. Then, he threw a punch at the old gentleman.
Carl didn't seem to have noticed the troublesome old guy next to him until now. He frowned, easily dodged the old Duroc's fist with a slight tilt of his head, grabbed the old Duroc's arm with his backhand, turned him back, and pushed the old Duroc's body with his back to the iron door, pressing him backwards against the hard metal railing - he was sure that this must have hurt the old Duroc's old waist, but it didn't matter, the old man's lumbar vertebrae were very hard!
"Please, old friend." Carl said in a deep voice unique to the old man, staring at old Duroc with two eyes, "Just this time—don't be stubborn!" ”
"Force me to try?"
Old Duroc's sneer turned into a sinister grin, and Carl's words seemed to offend him, making his anger burn even more at once. And Carl himself regretted it as soon as the words fell, rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth and inhaled, knowing that he had just accidentally stepped on the thunder and the development of things was completely opposite to what he hoped for. But that's fine. In that case...... It's simpler!
His eyes closed and opened, and the last smile on the corner of Karl's mouth slowly retracted, and his eyes gradually revealed a vulture-like silent death light. Then in the next moment, Old Duroc suddenly took the lead in attacking, broke free of Carl's restraints, raised his leg and kicked Carl's entire body backwards, and slammed into the iron door. Then the elder Duroc flew up, and a ferocious knee hit Karl in the chest like a battering ram, and the huge force directly broke the bolt of the rusty iron door behind him, and the two rolled into the building.
Old Duroc was sure that Carl had been hit harder than he had been. He landed on his knees, where they met Karl's chest, and he was sure that the force of that shot was no different from that of a real hammer. Then he threw himself forward from above Karl's body and rolled on the ground before quickly getting up and turning back, only to suddenly feel a flower in front of him, and then a great pain erupted from his left temple, causing him to stagger back a few steps before he was finally able to stand still, open his eyes and barely look ahead.
Carl – of course, no doubt Carl. He was standing less than four meters away from the old detective in the direction of the iron door they had crashed into, and in fact there was a broken iron door under his feet behind him. He lowered his head slightly, like a beast, in a fighting posture, two fists boxers in front of him, and looked at old Duroc coldly.
He looked like everything that old Duroc had done before was his own hallucination. He didn't do any damage to Carl at all, he didn't do any damage to Carl at all, even the ferocious knee that could shatter the sternum of an ordinary person, Carl seemed to be able to withstand it completely.
Actually, although it hurt, Carl did take it completely. He was crushed to the ground by the old Duroc, and immediately after the old Duroc turned over him, he spun around and bounced up, and the moment he landed on the ground with one foot, he immediately followed another spiral, and the moment the old Duroc turned around, he turned around and kicked him in the eye socket with great precision. And this turnaround kick, which accumulated the power of Carl's two spirals, really made Old Duroc suffer hard, and returned all the blows he had just suffered.
"You're no match for me, old friend." Carr said that the voice was not emotional.
Old Duroc shook his head vigorously, relieving the sharp headache a little—an attack near his temples was no joke—and then he raised his arms and clenched his fists in a gesture of battle.
"Have you been talking so much nonsense all the time, huh? Donfly's old dog? ”
“…… All right. ”
Carl exhaled lightly and closed his mouth. Then he stepped forward, and with a straight punch without any fancy, the elder Duroc immediately bent his elbow to block, allowing Carl's fist to hit the tip of his elbow - this is a very, very, very classic and practical fist blocking technique, which has been proven countless times by countless people over the years, and the bones of the human elbow are the best and hardest options that can be used for defense in that moment - in every sense of the word.
But the next moment he blocked Carl's punch, Old Duoc's face turned red. He could clearly feel that a terrifying force was so huge that it was transmitted down the bones of his elbow to his shoulder, and then to his whole body, causing him to step back and stomp on the ground with his heels, but there was no way to completely unload the soles of his feet and rub them out on the dusty ground for a long time.
Outrageous – that's the only word that pops into old Duroc's mind right now. Is this the strength of the top family enforcers in Bablore Beach? It's outrageous!
Thinking in his heart, the elder Duroc looked up sharply and saw Carl leap high in the air, throwing his hand and slashing his fist at his ferocious diagonal slash, like a tiger pounced on him. This time, the instinct of the body overrode the thinking of the mind, and the old detective didn't even think about it, but he dodged and retreated. Carl's punch slashed into the air, and the whistling fist wind could clearly feel even from a meter away, and the old detective could clearly feel that his hair was blown.
Carl didn't stop. Immediately after the punch, he flicked his legs again, and his body shot forward, following the old Duroc's movements, and flew to his knees and crashed into the old detective. Old Duroc couldn't dodge this time, so he could only cross his arms in front of him and resist Carl's blow.
The strength of the legs is stronger than that of the hands – far stronger. Seriously committed, Carl has simply become a humanoid machine, and his strength is unstoppable. Old Duroc was knocked straight backwards, almost losing sensation in both arms. Especially the one that was in direct contact with Carl's knee outside, it felt like it was almost broken.
"This old monster!"
His back fell to the ground, and the elder Duroc gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. He opened his mouth and exhaled loudly, then curled up like a lobster on his head and feet, bounced violently, and flipped in the air for two weeks before falling to the ground, and got up with a high kick to the side of Carl's face.
Karl's head tilted slightly in the opposite direction, and at the same time raised his hand to block the old detective's side kick, and his body that was completely condensed did not even shake. The old detective took a breath, retracted his feet and rushed forward, kicked the ground and rushed forward, his right hand clenched into a fist with a huge inertia and slammed into Carl's other cheek, and after being easily blocked by Carl again, his left hand grabbed Carl's hair in the shape of a claw and pulled it down, and at the same time slammed his knee up into Carl's face.