Dark's crisp Morning Star dropped Helleye, and in his eyes, the hand that held Mukawit became so familiar—like the hand of a Pegasus snatcher. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When night falls, in the streets of Port Snell, there are often some guys on bantam horses, slowly following pedestrians. When the pedestrian walks to a secluded and uninhabited place, the guy behind him suddenly rushes forward at high speed, and the package you carry on your shoulder and in your hand is goodbye to you forever.

The thieves of these Pegasus robberies are very arrogant, their shots are like electricity, and the route is familiar, a package will never be left in their hands for a long time, as long as they pass through the corner of an alley, they will immediately be transferred to the hands of their accomplices, unless they are stolen on the spot, otherwise even if they are caught with people and horses, he will not admit it, and he will complain about you in turn.

At first, Duck was not less angry with these bastards, and practiced hard hand speed and grip strength, and he was tired of catching pig pancreas in boiling water, throwing and grabbing small lead balls, and holding cow tendons with his five fingers.

Now, with such a straightforward swing route, and a small twenty-pound solid mahogany mukavet with an obsidian blade in his hand, it was not a little slower than the Pegasus snatcher.

Darker lightly grabbed and grasped, firmly grasped the opponent's forearm, and pinched up against the strength of the elbow joint, the opponent screamed, both feet were off the ground, Darker unceremoniously kicked his heart, and kicked the opponent straight out more than ten meters away, only the air out, no incoming air.

There was a loud gasp from the audience.

"This crow's claw is so fast!" someone couldn't help but exclaim, "In a flash, it's caught!"

"It's obviously a big guy, and he shoots so fast, how can he deal with this?"

"It seems that hand-to-hand combat is not easy, but fast shooting does not necessarily mean that he can move fast and drag him down, otherwise, it is better to outperform him in head-on wrestling, or the idea of playing long-range. ”

"Look, look, go up to a blind man with a long rod!"

"What a blind man, that's the cicada catcher of the Timurik tribe!"

"What's a cicada catcher?"

"These cicada catchers rely on hearing to capture the enemy's position, and the head of the rod is focused on the vital point, so thin that a poke is no different from a stab. ”

"How did you become a prisoner of war when you are so bullish?"

"It's not practical on the battlefield, two hundred people hedge, what's the use of you ordering one? But now this heads-up situation is just right. ”

"Look, look! The crow dodges!"

Duck took a quick leap to the left, dodging the rod on the right, then quickly lowered his head to avoid the sweep of the rod, and then jerked his belly to avoid the rod's attack.

The weapon in the hand of the blind man on the opposite side was a bamboo pole more than three meters long, the bamboo pole was extremely tough, flashing with a bronze luster, and I don't know what strange liquid it had been soaked in.

The blind man's shot is very distinctive, there is only one move, point. Every time the wrist shakes, the rod head slams once, and one of the next ducks is slow, and one guy sweeps off half of the scarf!

Duck was sweating profusely, this was a bit of trouble, the opponent's weapon was too long, and he couldn't reach it at all. Several times I tried to rush over, but the heavy shackles seriously affected my speed, and the sound of rattling chains became my opponent's accomplices, and the opponent's head knew which step he was going to take, and the long rod immediately beckoned him. The long rod is fast and slow, left and right, and you have to keep moving all the time to stay from being hit.

His passive situation naturally fell in the eyes of everyone watching the battle in the audience, and someone said: "I think this crow is not good, it rains with bamboo poles, it is simply a net for catching birds." ”

"Now completely caught cicadas go with the rhythm. There is no room for counterattack at all, and unless he is physically strong enough to exhaust the cicada catcher first, it is difficult to have a chance of winning. ”

"Then how do you deal with this cicada catcher?"

"Rush up, or, javelin bow and arrow. ”

The interrogator raised the mukawit in his hand with an expressionless face: "Brother is a close combat. ”

The answerer pointed at Mukawit with a serious face and said, "This thing, if thrown out, can also kill with one hit." ”

"Idiot, you?"

"Why don't you wait to die?

Duck stomped his foot and whined and threw the Helleye Morningstar over!

The sound of the warhammer breaking through the sky sounded, and the cicada catcher smiled deeply: Have you thrown all the weapons over? You have no other skills, give your heart...... Hey?

The cicada catcher clicked over, and the warhammer's flight trajectory did not decrease at all!

The cicada catcher was slightly surprised, and on the second pole point, it still didn't move! He was suddenly shocked.

My cicada god and the monkey god, what kind of metal is this?

Third Pole ...... No, if you can't get rid of it, you'll die!

The cicada catcher immediately squatted on the ground, and a black and white thunderbolt slashed overhead, slamming into the earth with a thud, directly breaking through the hard granite floor, revealing only a small half-cut hammer handle outside.

The cicada catcher was dripping with cold sweat, looking at this weight, it would cost sixty or seventy pounds to say the least, which couldn't be set aside at all, but fortunately he reacted quickly just now and dodged away.

The people watching the battle were also scared out of a white sweat, this crow would actually do this, but sixty or seventy pounds of iron bumps flew over, unexpectedly, really going to be shot in the head with a hammer! No, no, no, let alone the head, I can't stand it anywhere!

"What's the name of this, this, this?"

Someone murmured, "It is said that the crow is the sacred bird of the storm, and this hand is no different from the thunder, right? ”

So everyone secretly wrote down that if they confronted this guy, they had to guard against his Storm Hammer.

"But, but, he's empty-handed now—he's backing away?"

"Nonsense, of course you have to retreat empty-handed!

He was right, and Dark, with his bare hands, was dragging the rattling chains back in a staggered manner—he didn't even have a weapon now.

Everyone in the audience unanimously let out a voice of regret, the blow just now was very sudden, if it was replaced by a fighter with strong strength but slightly inferior speed, I am afraid that nine times out of ten it will be successful, but the opponent is agile, it's a pity, it's a pity!

"If it were me, I would rush up to the hand-to-hand fight while the cicada catcher hadn't adjusted his posture, maybe it wouldn't be the point?"

"It makes sense, this should be the only way to deal with it, you can only gamble, or when the opponent adjusts his posture, a round of bamboo pole rain will be overturned. ”

"Yes, yes, how far can he retreat like he is now? Don't forget that his feet are still on a leash? If you retreat, won't people chase you? It's a pity, in the end, he will still fail - why is that guy over there stupidly swinging his arm?"

"He's the next one to fight the Cicada Catcher, and he's practicing the Stormhammer. ”

Duck took seven or eight steps back, and finally remembered that he was firmly bound by the chains, and there was no way back, so he stood still suddenly, squatted, one hand to protect his head, and the other to untie the chains on his feet.

But the cicada catcher wouldn't give him a chance to escape, so he hurried over with two steps, and said with a cruel smile: "Do you want to escape?

Duck looked up suddenly, and his sharp eyes flashed with light!