It's also overclocking, but Shak, who has the upper hand, actually does it more thoroughly than Mason, and his set of magic armor, which has been scarred, is actually forced by him to output five times the power at this moment - this is no longer regardless of the loss of armor, but completely self-destructive. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The entire set of demonic armor began to tremble violently, and countless cracks appeared on the metal shell like spider webs, and white light faintly appeared through the cracks. Obviously, in such a state, in less than a minute, this set of valuable Medium Demon-level Magic Armor would completely turn into a pile of useless fragments.

However, just one minute can often determine the direction of many things, victory or defeat, or life and death.

Mason's blade net failed to stop Shak's approach, and the enemy who exploded to the limit at this time was able to suppress him with both speed and reflexes. For a moment, Mason regretted a little why he couldn't have been a little more thorough when he overclocked just now, and why he had to take into account the endurance of the armor and make that damn part of the reservation.

The hesitation between a thought is often the interval between heaven and hell, and it is obviously too late to increase the power at this time. Shak's eyes burning with battle intent and killing intent seemed to be about to be in front of him.

The two knives stabbed out together, the angle was very large, and Mason had already decided to rely on the defensive ability of the superior magic armor to defeat the opponent.

Shak finally changed his posture, bowed slightly, and let Mason's left knife graze his left shoulder. Blood splattered, fragments separated, and there was no wave in Shak's eyes, his hands were already resting on the wrist of Mason's right hand.

"Cluck!"

The armor and wrist joints snapped together, and the light knife in his right hand had fallen into Shak's hand. The twisted blade pressed against Mason's chest, stabbing lightning along the line of his neck.

The corners of Mason's eyes twitched, but his left-handed knife had already turned around quickly, stabbing Shak in the back of the heart. This blow must pierce the opponent's heart first!

Life and death are like a race at this moment, with no tricks, no skills, only a desperate sprint towards the same finish line.

In a flash of fire, a lifelike strange snake composed entirely of fire elements suddenly appeared on his left arm, and the strong restraining force made his stabbing action suddenly suffocate, and Mason's heart also fell into the abyss with this suffocation.

With a "poof", a ruthless and accurate stab stabbed straight into his jaw, and time froze at this moment, and fragments flew in the air, which was the precursor to the complete collapse of Shak's magic armor. The last image that flashed in his eyes was vaguely a face covered with blood stained by his face armor.

"I ...... I've seen you ......."

The knife in his hand had fallen, and Mason tried in vain to grasp the vaguely familiar face with his hand. In the daytime, at this very pier, this man single-handedly defeated the ship's first mate, and at that time he was still holding a cup of coffee, sitting leisurely in the captain's room, watching it as a boring farce.

"So, you have to disappear!" Shak's demonic armor had completely peeled off to the ground, revealing his half-naked body, and at this moment, a burst of fire erupted from his hand, extending the blade and pouring into Mason's body.

The noise gradually came, and the dismissed gang guards, led by the first mate Paul, returned to the cargo hold, and in the middle of the dark clearing, only Mason knelt quietly alone.

When the beams of a dozen searchlights were concentrated on him, everyone was shocked to find that it was only the set of magic armor that remained in a kneeling position, and inside the armor, only a scorched black charcoal remained......

......

The lake was rippling, but the dock near the Michael was boiling, and a large group of Tony Brotherhood thugs and guards were shouting and shouting, and even a few small boats were lowered into the water and began to run along the shore for searching. This move caused even more damage to the whole body, and everyone on the nearby cargo ship was in danger, so that the scope of the commotion became wider and wider, and finally it gradually subsided after the intervention of the Meaux police.

Not to mention the chaos at the docks and the wrath of the Tony Brotherhood, two kilometers away from the docks, on the lake, a small boat that had been sent out to hunt down the enemy suddenly and strangely turned off its lights. In the darkness, there was a faint sound of fighting, and a moment later, a figure threw a mass of humanoid objects off the ship. After a few more moments, the lights came back on, revealing Shak's slightly pale face on the mirrored surface of the cockpit.

Grabbing an aluminum kettle with spirits and taking a few sips, Shaq restarted the engine. The dinghy glides across the lake in an arc and sped away from the docks.

This operation was strictly a failure, not only did it not gain any decisive clues, but it was also set up by an enemy hiding in the shadows, and inexplicably engaged in a battle with the biggest gang in the city.

Lost the magic armor that had just arrived and was not yet hot, and caused a lot of pain, and almost left his life on this damn ship...... If you say that the biggest gain is a breakthrough in your own vindictive cultivation. Xia Ke subconsciously looked at his palm, feeling the fiery power that slowly flowed under the flesh and skin.

Although his physical strength was on the verge of reaching its limit at this time, many muscles twitched slightly due to the lack of strength. However, within the lower abdomen dantian, the nascent Dou Qi vortex was running faithfully, dividing into streams of heat that traveled through his meridians throughout his body, repairing his injuries and nourishing his flesh at a slow but steady speed.

After finding a deep water area and scuttling the dinghy, Shak, who had recovered some of his strength, swam back to shore. This is the sewage outlet of a food processing factory, and he sneaked outside the duty room in a mess, took a set of security uniforms that were drying and changed into them, and then walked to the opposite corner and reached out to stop a taxi.

"Thousands of brand-name goods are really durable!" Shak, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, brought the crumpled but still intact Patius purse to his mouth and kissed it vigorously, at least he didn't have to sit in the overlord car for such a humiliating thing.

I took out the change from my wallet, but I took out two notes. One was a cargo label that had been inadvertently stained on the container, and the other was a half of the wrapping paper found under Norman's bed. Touching his chin, Shak tucked the note back into his wallet, leaned back into the soft cushions of the saddle, and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Actually, it's not completely fruitless......

Outside the car window, the distant sky has turned white, and a new day is finally about to begin.