At the time, I had to do this to stop him from carrying a lethal weapon. Kindness to one's enemies is cruelty to oneself.

Delivering weapons to the enemy is suicide.

Although the shadow screamed, I was just screaming. Looking at the loose hoe, I was not far from victory.

If we try a few more times, the hoe will be pulled out.

So he stubbornly persisted, gritted his teeth, pulled out his hoe, and even the trunk was shaken by him, making a clicking sound in the darkness.

The sound is like a sharp knife cutting through the bone, and in this night when you can't see your fingers, it's creepy to listen to.

Nails flew up, blistering with blood, slapping my face, and the shadows on the other side let out an alarming roar.

The third stick broke his thumb and even the nails flew into my face.

Finally he let go.

After the roar, when a foot was kicked on my chest, the force was more than 100 kilograms, and I was like a football, and he kicked me into the air with one foot.

Below is a slope.

After I got kicked down, it rolled down.

Crushed by the gravel and hard earth on the ground, the last ridge held me back.

I didn't stand up, the body was lifted into the air, I never imagined that the other party would be so fast.

I rolled down, he ran down, he and I reached the foot of the slope at the same time, and then easily subdued me.

I was arrested by him. At this moment, he, like a roaring King Kong, all the anger in him was aroused by me.

My stick fell and was lifted into the air, and without resistance, he held me, head down, and pulled it down hard.

The hard ridge of soil instantly hit me with a nosebleed, two or three teeth were knocked out, and a mouthful of loess was wrapped around my mouth.

The smell of the earth was bloody as my nosebleed flowed into the soil, and then my mouth ate the soil red with my own blood.

When he bent down and grabbed me by the neck again, I turned my head, spat out a mouthful of dirt, and sprayed it into his eyes.

Because his eyes were fascinated, he stopped for a second or two, and I hurried up to run.

But how could this irrational beast allow me to escape so easily.

One flew by, pinning me to the ground with a throat-crushing motion.

We had rushed out of the forest and rolled in the fields.

Because my throat was locked by him, and now that he has the upper hand, I have no ability to resist.

The arms are tightly locked around the neck like pliers.

I was like a golden hoop, getting tighter and tighter, and after a few turns, I felt like my throat would be broken by him.

It's even harder to breathe.

It's like being entangled in a python, unable to move, and one person's movements can only roll with the other's movements.

I even doubt that if you roll a few more laps, he can strangle me alive.

The current one has lost his mind.

People who lose their minds are more terrible than wild animals, which can only act with impunity, but people have thoughts, and people know how to kill another person simply and directly.

Looking at this tonight, the murderer must be familiar with it.

I could even smell the smell of blood coming from one finger, so pungent, so upside down.

Falling into the hands of the devil, I found myself like a lamb in the mouth of a wolf.

As everyone knows, in the hands of a madman, I would be so weak.

That catastrophic failure is just a devastating disaster.

At the beginning of the battle, I was declared defeated.

This defeat was evident and it was clear that I didn't have the ability to fight back.

However, his standard chokew action reminded me of a problem, as his movements were so standardized, like a person coming out of the army.

When he was strangled to suffocation, he was still thinking, is this person a veteran? If I'm a veteran, why am I so cruel?

To what extent can a person who has never met be psychologically abnormal?

I feel like I'm going to be dazzled, and if I completely faint and lose my ability to resist, then tonight could be my last night in the world to survive.

It's like never coming, like in this world, they don't exist.

In the panic, I touched half of the brick with my right hand, and I didn't want to disappear, and then God seemed to understand my thoughts, and gave me half of the brick, so that I could touch its dead end.

With the last bit of strength, the bricks in both hands slapped each other's faces.

For the first time, a hole was left in the corner of the brick's left cheek, and blood flowed straight out.

Like a demon, I screamed, suddenly opened my mouth and bit my neck.

I was tightly clamped to avoid the inevitable, and seeing that my neck was about to be bitten, I screamed and shoved a brick into his mouth.

A crisp sound sounded, and a corner of the refractory brick was bitten off.

He spit the brick in his mouth in anger, and I acted accordingly and smashed his injured thumb with the brick.

The thumbs were on the two necks, and this smash, even the two necks were cut into a deep pit, and the pain that penetrated into the heart instantly radiated out of the brain.

The man was still holding the injured finger that had been smashed, screamed, pushed my finger away, and turned to stand up.

Then he spun around twice and stood up and covered his neck.

Looking at the man in the dark with his hands covered in front of him shouting and turning, at this time should he run away or stay and subdue him?

Indecisive in the heart.

The stars in the distance are slowly rising, and dawn is approaching.

A bold idea popped into my mind, and I had to hold back no matter what.

If you wait until dawn to see him appear, then even if you can't subdue him and me, you'll get something.

Anyway, you can't let me go now.

If you let me go now, you will be hurt in vain.

As long as a person is not fatally injured, his bodily functions will be restored quickly.

In less than half a minute, I felt like my strength was back.

I clenched the half brick in my hand and held my breath, knowing that the other man had recovered and that he would be the first to attack.

Sure enough, Ichiyama's body suddenly rose up to attack, and he wanted to use the throat locking technique against me.

Now I'm hurting to death.

Once I am controlled by him again, he will definitely make a quick decision.

One or two moves will produce me times.

Warriors have a move that kills.

The warrior's combat skills are more powerful than the master's.

Also, my reminder is less than his circle. His attack can kill me completely.

If the two can't avoid it, a single punch can settle the fight.

This blow to the forehead can definitely knock a person out of a concussion, and it will shock people instantly.

His fists were like shooting stars in a breeze.

However, I didn't move.

He watched intently as his fist slammed into my face.

Until the last second.

I stooped down suddenly, grabbed his hand, and stripped him of his strength, all the while, one foot relentlessly shoveled towards his supporting foot.

He was like a wall dug to the roots.

One stumbled and fell to me.

I grabbed his hand, supported his lumbar support with my shoulders, and when he lost his center of gravity, I pulled a thousand pounds with four or two, carried him, and mercilessly crashed into a nearby mango tree.

Of course, I couldn't carry him for too long.

For more than ten seconds, I carried him and smashed him three times on the root of the mango tree.

After three shots, I threw him under the mango tree and quickly dodged his range.

This tall man probably never dreamed that he would be caught by someone much shorter than him.

In terms of size, speed, and even grappling skills, he's much better than me.

But at the critical moment, I caught his weakness.

That is impulsiveness and anger, if a person loses his temper, it is easy to lose the ability to think, and if he loses the ability to think, it is easy to despise the opponent.

Once you despise your opponents, your shortcomings will be exposed. If you expose your shortcomings, you will be defeated by your opponents, which is also a matter of high probability.

When I pushed away, he was holding the mango tree and trying to stand up.

Seeing him struggle to stand up, I didn't want to give him a chance to fight back, so he didn't think about anything and jumped straight up.

The brick in his hand smothered his head fiercely: "Lie down, if you don't want to die, you can obediently descend to me." ”

Bricks hit the head like a stone.

After three or four hits, he hit him and crawled to the ground. I threw away the bloody bricks in my hand and felt for the handcuffs.

Taking advantage of his lack of resistance, I first trapped him in handcuffs, otherwise the machine could not delay time and would not come again. At that point, it will be very difficult to get his points again.

Two thick hands were handcuffed together, and I pulled out my phone.