The incomparable killing focus, the incomparable emotional boiling, watering the dead gray malice.

Similar attacks, swinging and dodging at the same time, the weapons have no chance of colliding at all.

It's a clash of killing instincts and chain decisions.

Staggered blade light, staggered bodies, and the sound of the wind sounded behind him, unable to keep up with his speed, and unable to escape.

My body was like a rag doll that had been mistreated, and in the blink of an eye, five bloody wounds appeared on my body again.

The depth of the wound is very consistent, Shirai is deliberate, he is not afraid of any accident at all, even if he is going to die in the next moment, he has to enjoy the pleasure of Ling Chi.

If you go on like this, you will definitely die!

Will die! Will die! Will die! Will die!

His attacks must be locked!

Can't escape! Can't escape! Can't escape!

Attack. Take the initiative to attack. We will carry out this step with the will not to retreat. Keep your eyes open, lock on to the deadly blade light, maximize your talents, observe every nerve, every muscle, every breath, every speck of dust, and not let go of any slight interference, streamlining all possible attack routes to the most probable.

I threw the dagger, and Shirai dodged it, and the kitchen knife that was cut off was deflected, which was in line with the result of the foresight.

The kitchen knife stopped in front of my chest.

The tip of the knife pierced my right palm, and blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the ground.

The moment he froze, I pressed my palm down with all my might, along with the handle of the knife and the hand he was gripping with it. Got you! I clenched my left hand into a fist and gave him a hard slap in the head.

His body was knocked backwards by me, and I grabbed his hand and pulled it back, and returned the old punch again.

And so on and so forth. He was dizzy from being beaten by me. Hit him in the face again, and there was a cracking sensation from the fist.

This time he finally reacted, and the resistance was so fierce that I didn't catch him again.

Shirai's upside-down body pulled the kitchen knife out of my palm and landed on the ground several times, but quickly straightened his posture and crouched there, as if those attacks were useless.

His hat fell back, revealing a hideous and terrifying face. It was like being corroded by strong acid, and it looked like it was too old, with mottled flesh and blood, peeling skin, and swollen bruises all over the beaten place, which was not at all the appearance of a seventeen-year-old high school student.

His left eye was bleeding and he looked like he couldn't use it at all.

The time of the confrontation was short, the frequency of the strikes was fast, and the movement was very small, and the attention of passers-by was attracted by the fire, and it seemed that they still did not notice our battle.

But if you continue, you can't be sure that you won't be discovered. I have not completely lost the concept of human society, and this world has not really entered the end of the world, so I have scruples for fear of being seen by others. I thought Shirai wouldn't care about any of that anymore, but he began to retreat into the shadows under the trees.

Even if he can kill people and set fires unscrupulously, he still chooses the darkness as his hiding place, not completely out of fear of the normal order of human society, but more like there are still some normal dregs left in his heart.

Even so, he was hopeless, both mentally and physically, deeply eroded by paranoia and deteriorating appearance. Even if he killed me and Sakiya, he probably wouldn't be able to fill the emptiness, anger, and fear in his heart.

Even though he was on the verge of death, he still possessed more and more powerful power, and as long as he was alive, this power was the only thing he had, and he would squander it even more recklessly. In order to fill this emptiness, they will kill more frequently and directly, until they perish.

With wisdom, but no reason, let alone faith, incomparably pure killing heart, no matter what kind of life, is a monster among monsters, the most dangerous existence.

Everything stems from the existence of the apocalyptic illusion, from the persecution of the goat union, and from the very special bottle of "paradise" potion.

There is no doubt that once these sources spread, the end of this world will be even more terrifying than the illusion of zombies and monsters.

Can't let him escape, he must be killed here!

I made up my mind to ignore the pain, I felt a little weak from the heavy bleeding, and my right hand was badly damaged, but it didn't matter, my left hand could still move.

The dagger was nailed to the tree next to Shirai.

Shirai, hidden in the shadows, smiled miserably and raised the revolver that had been snatched from me.

"You seem to be as ...... as I am," he said with some difficulty, and slurred his words, "but I know that the bullets of this gun are very special and make me feel scared, and they are just as effective as you, right?" ”

That's right, if I get shot by the gray stone dam in the gun, I'll be done with it. However, having a gun and firing a gun are two different concepts at all, and Shirai is probably the first time to fight with a gun, and even if he has military training, he only uses an old-fashioned rifle to shoot targets, which can be understood by looking at his posture. For me, a gun in the hands of such a layman is no more threatening than a knife.

The side of the ordinary student who remains in the monster Shirai makes him make the wrong choice.

In the eyes of many, it is stupid and useless for a criminal to talk nonsense in a pinch, but in reality, this kind of behavior is very necessary for the criminal, even more important than the completion of the crime, and without this step, even the pleasure of success will not be obtained even if the crime is completed.

Shirai didn't shoot at the first time, but instead said threatening words, just to get some kind of emotional catharsis from me, but he didn't get anything.

"Then shoot." I pointed to my head and said, "Keep your hands here." ”

His remaining right eye widened, his features wrinkled together angrily, and he made a heavy, nasal voice.

Shirai stretched his hand forward again.

"Can't even use a gun? Poor guy. "I deliberately laughed.

Shirai let out a strange scream and strained his fingers, but nothing happened.

"Insurance didn't open, idiot!"

Shirai subconsciously looked down at the pistol, and I immediately rushed towards him. He didn't have time to open the safe, smashed the revolver into the trash can, and brandished a kitchen knife to push me away. But my first target wasn't him, but the dagger stuck in the tree.

Passing under the blade in a thrilling way, he lost an eye, and his attack accuracy was reduced considerably. I pulled out my dagger and walked around him to his left, and for the first time he showed agitation because of his limited vision, and his movements were much larger, and he no longer had the same precision as before.

I always put myself on the left side of Shirai, who was unconsciously pinned down by me. The two of us rotated like millstones, swapping places with each other. Now I can pull the revolver out of the trash can with just one hand. However, Shirai also regained his composure and stared at me warily, and as soon as I showed the slightest sign of holding a gun, he would attack immediately.

He was faster than me, and I didn't even have time to get the revolver before he cut off my arm.

I exchanged attacks with him a few times, but he couldn't get used to having only one right eye to use it and couldn't fully gain the upper hand as he did before. My counterattack hurt him just as much, as my dagger was crafted with greystone, while Shirai's kitchen knife was ordinary.

Shirai couldn't think of anything to do for a while, so we froze under the tree, his face tilted sideways, staring at me with his only remaining right eye.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly fell from the treetops at the head of the white well.