Faced with this almost inexplicable ability, Searle's face sank like water, and his mind kept rehearsing the way to win.

Serge's attacks so far have been calculated by either defeating opponents with strong melee abilities or using Force blasters.

In terms of melee combat, Claes's weird armed color domineering completely abuses Searle, and in terms of range, Claes can change the direction of energy.

Either one could cause trouble for Claes.

"It's desperate!" Searle thought bitterly.

Claes smiled, flicked his fist, and the blue-purple armed color wrapped his upper body again, and his body appeared in front of Serre in an instant.

"You're still far away, Searle!"

An explosive punch slammed into Serge's chest.

Searle bent his legs, leaned back sharply, and his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, narrowly dodging Claes's punch in an extremely delicate position.

After dodging Claes's punch, Searle instantly straightened up and jumped to his feet, and the blue Force accumulated, and smashed Claes's head with a punch.

"Huh~"

A fist that combines the color of the armament and the Force is empty.

"What big words? If you really have what it takes, kill me! ”

Searle shouted angrily, and after seeing Claes's position clearly, his fists and feet were pushed to the extreme, and he pressed towards Claes overwhelmingly.

In the seemingly unassailable attack, Claes is like a dexterous petrel, always able to dodge Serre's attacks at the most critical moments.

In addition to dodging, he occasionally counterattacked once or twice, and the hard fists hit Serge again and again.

The more he was beaten, the more angry Ser became, a pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with flames lit up, first he shook a false punch, and at the moment when Claes dodged and dodged, he predicted Claes's position, and the pitch-black fist was thrown out with all his might.

Claes, who had a wealth of combat experience, was not afraid at all, and raised his right fist to meet him.

"Boom~"

The blue-purple fists, the black fists, one large and one small, collided together, accompanied by a loud explosion, and the air seemed to be about to crack under the powerful fists of the two.

"Bang!"

Under the blow, the old Claes obviously lost, and the whole person was blown away.

"Poof!"

Claes' body finally landed on a pile of rocks in the distance.

Searle's situation was not much better, although he didn't take a step back, and overall he won the fight.

The pain came from his fist, and if you looked closely, you could see that Searle's fist had taken on an irregular twist.

A few fingers disappeared out of thin air, blood slowly dripped to the ground, and the bloody bones in the palms of the hands looked very hideous.

As the saying goes, it's better to break one finger than to hurt ten fingers, and in terms of details, Serge did lose, and his injuries seem to be a bit serious.

Looking at the wound, Searle bared his teeth in pain, this was the first time someone had destroyed his body.

I have to say that the opponent's armed color domineering is too strong, it has reached the extent that Searle can't understand, when he fought with the golden lion, even if the other party used the armed color domineering to attach to the famous knife, he couldn't cut off his body.

It seems that the next battle will have to be a little more cautious.

Injuries are trivial, but inexplicably becoming disabled, it is impossible to say that it is not painful.

The numbness and pain irritated Serge's nerves, a familiar sensation that seemed to heal the wound.

Thinking of his perverted body, Searle had an expectation that maybe the severed finger would grow.

Hope it helps! Searle gasped, and the azure force instantly wrapped the entire forearm.

Through the blue light curtain, it can be clearly seen that the wound of the severed palm is recovering, the bones are slowly extended, forming the appearance of the hand bones, and the flesh and blood are proliferating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there is a complete prototype in just tens of seconds.

"Wow couple, life is really full of surprises!" Searle smiled happily as he looked at his slowly growing palm.

Claes wouldn't give Searle time, though, while Searle was staring at his palm.

"Huh~"

A gust of wind came, and Searle had just raised his head, and a terrifying force came from his head, and Searle was smashed to the ground like a cannonball, directly imprinting a huge human-shaped hole.

This was followed by a barrage of attacks,

"Ahh ～”

The screams filled the entire area, and Claes's attack was more like a dancer than Searle's powerful attack, with beautiful postures and heavy fists, all of which made Searle's heart ache.

After all, it is a high-level armed color domineering, which has the effect of amplifying the pain, and it didn't take long for Searle's whole body to appear with a certain amount of bloat and bruises.

Taking advantage of the moment when Searle screamed, Claes raised his right foot, aimed it at Pyle's head, and kicked it out.

"Bang~"

Searle was hit the head, and Searle's tall body fell to the ground with a bang, and the shock reverberated in Searle's brain, and his brain froze, and it was a chaos, as if someone had deliberately banged a gong and drum next to his ear.

Of course, Claes would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the moment he fell to the ground, he took advantage of the chaos of Searle to launch a series of fierce attacks, fists, feet, knees and elbows, all of which were offensive means.

Gradually, Seren's screams became quieter.

While fighting, Claes raised his head, looked at Ser with cloudy eyes and said, "I said, you're still far away!" The next hit, the next blow is the moment when you fail to challenge! ”

Claes said, the domineering aura that wrapped around his upper body faded instantly, and all of them converged into his left fist.

"Fist of Killing!"

The power of this punch was definitely better than the previous attack, and it could be seen from the aura that was inadvertently revealed.

Seeing that Claes's fist was about to be punched out, a huge palm grabbed the fist, making Claes unable to inch in again, and the hand that should have been seriously injured returned to its normal state.

"Haha, got you!"

Searle chuckled, grabbed Claes' right hand with a slight force, and raised his hand violently, throwing Claes into the air.

Anyway, Claes's attack can only hurt him, but it can't cause serious injuries, and the skill of the attack is even more different, so it's better to give up the defense and resist all the damage, even if he dies, he will leave a lingering shadow on Claes.

The pitch-black armament-colored domineering wrapped around Searle's right arm as the Force gathered.

"Meteorite !!"

The huge fist was aimed at Claes and slammed into it.

Claes, who could not move freely in mid-air, could only watch as Serge's attack approached.

A strong sense of crisis surged into Claes's heart, a long-lost sense of crisis, he couldn't remember the last time he felt this way, and Serge's fist made him already smell death.

"Armed !!"

Claes roared angrily, and Terry's armed domineering aura spread all over his body, and since he couldn't dodge, he could only resist hard.

"Boom~"

At the moment when the fist made contact with Claes, there was a bang, and blood rain sprayed out from all over his body, and Claes's body was like a streamer, flying out towards the sky.

After doing all this, Searle raised his head and stared into the air with a fierce gaze.

"Old man who is out of line with the times, don't underestimate young people too much." Serge said silently.

Shaking his head, the bones all over his body were aching, and his internal organs were wailing, even with a perverted physique like him, it was impossible to be free from so many heavy blows from Claes.

At the same time, the azure aura covered Searle's injured area at a speed visible to the naked eye. Where the Force passed, the damaged part healed and recovered as before. His strength is also recovering rapidly.

Of course, Searle knew in his heart that Claes could not be defeated so easily, but before he could return, Searle had to hurry up and get back to his peak for the next battle.

For a long time, Searle still didn't see Claes's shadow, and he looked at the sky suspiciously.

"Did he run away?" Serge shook his head, rejecting his naïve idea.

People like Claes would never run away so easily, maybe they are hiding in the shadows and licking their wounds.

Just as Searle was thinking, he saw a streamer of light.

Blue-purple fists burst through Searle's back and went straight through his chest.

Bright red blood poured out of the wound, and Searle's pupils shimmered with incredible color.

Bright red blood gushed out, spurting blood out of the hole Claes had made.

A figure fell silently to the ground, and with a slight force, the blood-soaked arm was pulled out of Serge's back, losing the blocked arm, and the blood spurted more.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~"

Claes gasped and shook the blood off his arm.

"Don't let your guard down until you see the corpses of your enemies, this is the last lesson I teach you as a father."

Claes's face was filled with the glow of victory.

Searle's eyes widened, his head lowered sluggishly, and his mouth opened as he looked at his chest that was still spurting blood.

"You!"

Serge staggered two steps forward, got down on one knee, and held his wound with a trembling right hand.

Seeing and hearing has always been Searle's weakness, and three years have passed, although the armed color has made considerable progress, but the color of seeing and hearing is standing still, not much stronger than those newcomers who have just mastered seeing and hearing.

In fact, at the moment when Claes approached, Searle did sense it, but under the suppression of the other party's higher-level seeing and hearing, Searle did not react.

The instantaneous error caused a total collapse, similar to this kind of penetrating injury, if it appeared on a normal person's body, it would probably be dead or alive.

But Searle is different, his body itself is a bug-like existence, and the only piercing wound only makes him feel pain, and he doesn't have the feeling of approaching death.

"I'm sorry." A smile appeared on Claes's pale face and said, "I wanted to keep my hand, but I really can't wait." ”

"Ahem, cough~ Goodbye, my child." Claes coughed frantically as he spoke.

Blood ran down the corners of his mouth, which meant that Searle's punch had really hurt him very badly.

As a last resort, Claes had no choice but to take out a white bottle from his waist.

"Goo Dong Goo Dong ~"

After drinking, Claes's face was a little better.