It was only then that some delayed screams reached their ears. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the ninjas who suddenly found themselves missing more than one limb screamed in panic, but that didn't help them. After just one breath, they lost their ability to resist and lost consciousness under Matt's men. In the face of these almost immobile targets, a punch to the head is enough.

Although he didn't kill him, Matt, who was anxious, definitely didn't show mercy to his subordinates. Not to mention that they are likely to die from blood loss due to their wounds, the brain damage Matt inflicted on them is definitely not to be underestimated. Even if they survive, they will be tormented for the rest of their lives by a series of problems caused by concussions.

Peter's feet went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground with all his strength already out of strength. And Matt, who was on the side, quickly helped him up.

"It doesn't matter, right?" He looked a little worried, and Peter only waved his hand.

"It's okay, you go help them first." Taking a few deep breaths, Peter squeezed out a somewhat ugly smile at Matt. "I... I just pushed myself a little too hard. Give me a minute. ”

Although Peter's condition is not too bad now, it is definitely not something that can be brought about by overexertion. In the manipulation of the Force just now, Peter, whose mental power had been exhausted, forcibly used his life force. And this general weakness and drowsiness are its sequelae.

Peter's foundation wasn't good. Although he has now trained a strong body with the help of the Force, more than ten years of emaciation and illness still leave its traces.

"Okay." Matt didn't show the slightest pretension, nodded and rushed in the direction of Stickser and Erica. In his senses, Peter seemed to have nothing wrong with him. Judging from his cardiopulmonary condition, he now looks quite tired, as if he has undergone an extremely intense physical training.

But Matt understands that, too. Peter's speed and reflexes were so quick and reflexes that he was taken away with little effort, and he was able to finish off four enemies who were not much weaker than them. Although it lasted less than four seconds, Matt doubted that he would be able to hold on for four seconds in Peter's situation.

Unconsciously, this cheap apprentice of mine seems to have become quite unbelievable. Matt sighed a little, but he was even more worried about Peter's recent change of heart.

But perhaps now is not the best time to worry about this. At this time, two of the four of them had lost their ability to fight, and the strong enemy was still there.

Stickser had just saved Erica from a crisis, at the cost of being caught by the beast man on her right arm. Three inch-deep wounds oozed blood, staining half of his clothes red. The Silver Samurai took advantage of the opportunity, and the katana in his hand was aimed at the back of the stick, and Matt, who had arrived from the side, rushed into his arms, and knocked him back with a single punch.

"Seems a little bad, master." A stick slammed into the beast man's head, and then turned sideways to avoid a retaliatory response, and Matt finally realized why the two men had been so difficult to deal with before. The other party has almost overwhelming power, and the speed alone does not have to be slower than the slightest. The only advantage you have is skill, and sheer skill...

Sticks and Matt threw punches at the same time, smashing into the beast man's chest. The combined blow of the two of them sent him flying directly ten paces away, and the beast man's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, with a few fragments of internal organs in it. However, after only a few breaths, he rushed up again.

... It doesn't seem to work. And the guy next to him, although now it's also the end of the crossbow...

The Silver Samurai coughed violently twice, and the beast man launched his own attack from the side. Although this knife is far from his peak state, its indestructible nature is enough to make it a lot of threatening power. Matt's short stick slammed into the hilt of his opponent's blade, turning the attack invisible, and before he could make any further counterattacks, the Silver Samurai was already teleporting back to safety.

... But this guy is still very annoying...

"To tell you the truth, my old bones can't last long." An inaudible voice leaked from between the stick's lips, and for Matt, whose hearing had reached the point of superpower, he naturally heard this sentence softly. Matt nodded, indicating that he understood.

No matter how powerful they were, they were still confined to the confines of 'mortals'. He may be able to run 30 kilometers in a row without changing his face, but with his full strength, his physical strength is also limited. And the monster in front of him has undoubtedly pushed his limits out.

It had been decades since he had been in a fight that required him to make more than twenty moves, and now he couldn't remember how many times his full force had come to naught. A hundred times? Two hundred? Not to mention the muscles, even his bones felt a dull soreness, and the accumulated pain on his body was also unconsciously superimposed.

His speed and strength had obviously decreased a lot, and according to this trend, he would not be able to support the current intensity of the battle with a maximum of twenty moves. And when the time comes, it will naturally be a dead end.

What a miscalculation... I didn't expect the Hand Association to hide such a monster. But what did they spend so much effort to control this beast and transport it for thousands of miles?

The thought flashed through his mind, and the momentary hesitation was enough to turn into a fatal mistake. His hand slowed a little, and a sharp edge erupted in front of his eyes, piercing into his chest. The beast man grinned, and after so much of the hide-and-seek that had upset him for so long, he had finally hit. With a slight flick of his hand, the three steel claws twisted a few times, turning the wound into a bloody blur.

This...

The stick snapped for a moment, and in the next moment, he gritted his teeth, and several green tendons burst out at the door of his head. He grabbed the beast man's hand, enduring the pain in his chest, and the energy in his body began to run in a mysterious trajectory.

The beast man laughed unconcernedly, and the next moment, his smile froze on his face. He was horrified to find that a funnel seemed to have been opened where he had been grasped by the skinny little creature, and the seemingly inexhaustible strength of his whole body was draining down the hole that kept opening and growing. Even with the beast man's current limited intelligence, he knew that he seemed to be in a troubled situation.

"Ahh There was a senseless roar. After a few successive attempts, the beast man realized that he could not pull his hand out, and he swung another claw at the stick's face very directly.

Either way, as long as you kill him, everything will be solved, right?

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