Gray's face turned extremely unsightly.

Although he is tall, he rarely exercises his body because of his dependence on abilities. This is a common problem of the supernatural. They all rely too much on their own abilities, thinking that they can knock their opponents down with just a touch of a finger. I always thought that God had given them a sense of superiority among human beings. Even, for a time, ordinary humans were treated as ants.

However, they never thought that if one day, their ability suddenly disappeared, then ...... What are they left with?

Seinfeld's face also looked a little pale. The blood on his calf was still slowly oozing out. Obviously, he couldn't delay and had to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

'Boom'

The cellar was suddenly lit red by two fireballs. It also illuminates the smugness on Seinfeld's face.

"You, what are you going to do?"

"What do you say......"

"Stinky boy, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you. Pro ...... Pro ...... Pro ......"

No response is no response, and no matter what Gray calls, his ability has been sealed.

"I can't burn you. Go ahead. Seinfeld also waved his arm, and two fireballs flew quickly towards Gray.

The fireball does not attack very quickly, and usually Gray only needs to swing it to form a wind shield that blocks the fireball and extinguishes it. But now?

'Bang. Bang. ’

Gray dodged, but the fireball chased Gray and crashed into it.

The flames immediately burst into flames on Gray's body.

"Ahh......h

finally extinguished the fire, but the two blows just now burned him to the ground, so he was not embarrassed. A large chunk of his hair was burned.

Seinfeld's attack power is too simple, and the fireballs released only bring a certain degree of burn to people. If you want to kill with one hit, that's completely impossible.

However, Seinfeld's fireball can be thrown casually, being extinguished by two, then three, being extinguished by three, and throwing by four......

It's like a cat teasing a mouse, but now, the positions of both sides have changed.

With his burnt clothes, Gray extinguished several fireball attacks from Seinfeld, and in the end, his clothes were gone, and he saw that there was no way back. Four fireballs rushed straight at him.

"Bastard, bastard......" Gray shouted angrily, he was not convinced, why should he be insulted in front of such a rat with an A-level ability. Is he really going to be burned alive by this stinky boy?

Gurgle......

Well?

A miracle happened. Slowly, slowly, the fireball disappeared in front of you. Extinguished on its own?

At this time, Seinfeld was also sweating profusely, opening his mouth and breathing heavily.

Gray also felt a shortness of breath. This...... This is obviously a phenomenon of hypoxia.

That's right, hypoxia. Oxygen is required for the combustion of fire.

And it's a sealed space. The amount of oxygen present is inherently low. Being burned by such a fire from Seinfeld, in less than a minute, the oxygen in the wine cellar was almost exhausted.

Now, let alone launch a fireball attack, it is no longer possible to even provide yourself with breath.

In no more than five minutes, the two of them will die here due to lack of oxygen.

If you want to live, open the door......

However, if you open the door, Gray's ability is unlocked, and he is also going to die.

What to do?

"Little, boy, open, open the door. If you open the door, you will be able to live. Gray's breathing was also unusually difficult.

"Call, call grandpa to listen......" At this time, Seinfeld was still as high-profile as ever.

"Grandpa, grandpa...... Please, open the door. ”

In the face of death, anything can be put down, as long as you can open the door, you can kill this kid in an instant. And when the time comes, who knows that he has called his grandfather here.

"Hahahaha, good grandson, obedient, it's okay to die here with grandpa. ”

Seinfeld is not a fool, how could he let Gray get out of here alive. If you want to live, you have to kill each other.

As soon as the words fell, Seinfeld picked up two bottles of red wine and smashed them at Gray.

Gray was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly rolled on the spot to dodge. Then, Seinfeld took two bottles of red wine and rushed forward.

Hand-to-hand combat, either you die or I live......

No, as long as you kill the other party, you can live.

Stay alive......

Bang.

Although Gray rarely exercises, he is very big in his own right, and Seinfeld is really no match for his strength alone. A wine bottle smashed down, and was quickly knocked to the ground by Gray. Broken.

But Seinfeld's second bottle is already in sight. It slammed into Gray's head.

When it comes to street fights, Seinfeld's experience is a complete victory.

Gray hit his head and grabbed Seinfeld in pain. One hand choked Seinfeld's neck.

"Open the door, open the door, if you don't open the door, I'll strangle you. ”

It was already difficult to breathe, and it was even more uncomfortable to be choked by the neck again.

"Good, good grandson, you, you dare, you dare to beat you, grandpa, you, you are not filial......" The brain is already seriously deprived of oxygen, and the body seems to be unable to move.

"Open the door. Otherwise, we will die here together. ”

"Then you go and die. Look at my ...... children and grandchildren."

The thigh lifted hard and hit Gray's crotch hard.

"Whew......" Gray, who was in pain, hurriedly let go, helpless between his legs.

"Soft with rigid, rigid and soft, four or two dials a thousand pounds......"

Tai Chi, taught by Fu Bo himself. More than a year. Seinfeld learned the fur, but on the verge of death. Seinfeld, however, successfully applied it to actual combat.

'Bang. ’

Gray's huge body was pulled back and forth by Seinfeld a few times, thrown out hard, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Wow...... Yes. With a muffled grunt, Gray's body shook violently on the ground. His eyes widened, and blood flowed rapidly from the back of his head.

It turned out that when he fell to the ground, his head also hit the fragment of a red wine bottle on the ground. Straight to the end of the life.

'Puff ......'

Seinfeld's body was also slowly falling, the severe lack of oxygen had left his brain in a closed state, and the organs on his body were failing hard. I can't open my eyes anymore.

The gate is five meters in front of you, but it's ...... But he no longer had the ability to stand up and open the door.

Who...... Who can come and save me. Save me......

"Meow ......"

What's the sound? The cat meows, the little black, how did it get here, and when did it run in?

"Boy, although you used to be my savior, I also saved you twice, and we can be regarded as two clearers. Staying with you for so long is actually to take your body. Now, you're dying, too. Give me your body. ”

Jumping onto Seinfeld's chest, Blackie spoke to Seinfeld in human language for the first time. However, Seinfeld didn't even have the strength to answer.

(End of chapter)