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Chapter 13: The Decisive Battle (2)

Silence is the best dialogue.

Silence is the most suitable atmosphere!

Bloodlust and madness bloom on each other's enemies at the same time, and the impact of lightning and flint determines that this is a battle that will be divided into life and death in an instant!

Everything around them fell silent, as if the goddess of fate was pinching her throat at this moment, and she could only whimper and wait for the outcome of this duel to be the worst.

Summer nights, highways, dim lights.

The faint cold light reflected from the dagger was far less dazzling than the battle intent that burst out of the eyes of the two. Every move could decide each other's life and death in the next few seconds.

Deeply, inhale.

The master of ceremonies no longer has the capital to waste time on Bai Chun, and now every minute of delay, the possibility of completing the task will be reduced by another point. To be honest, even if the opponent loses a left arm, he still has to surpass himself in absolute strength and mobility, and such a form of almost one-hit victory is far from advantageous for him from a tactical point of view. But on a strategic level, he had no choice.

Not a drop of sweat came out of the right hand that held the iron rod.

The puppet's body may not have such a setting, but even if it is the original body, the master of ceremonies will not shed any sweat... The life-and-death struggle began every day when he opened his eyes, and as one of the remaining 20 million human beings, he did not have the slightest cowardice in the face of crisis.

Knees...

The distance between the two sides is not far, and at best the distance of the sprint limit will not exceed 10 meters. It's just about enough to accelerate to the top speed.

The contact between the two sides may appear in the moment of force, and the muscles of the arm must adjust the angle of the bones before setting off, otherwise once they encounter a strong reaction, they will immediately cause sprains and even fractures... This is a risk that the weaker side must take. And if you miss here, you will be captured or killed in an instant.

There is only one possibility of victory.

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Although he had tried, he had never succeeded even on the scorched earth. For the master of ceremonies, he has seen too many desperate situations and can live to the worst, which means that he has seen too many miracles.

In the face of the mortal crisis, some people can burst out with unprecedented abilities, speed, strength, judgment, dynamic vision... All the qualities necessary for combat will be given a powerful boost, as if they had been injected with some kind of strong doping or something.

Among them, even if they exert such potential, they still can't escape the fate of death in the end, and some of them are lucky enough to survive because of this sudden strength. What's more, they are able to grasp this force.

As described in Zeng Jin's novels, that thing can be called a "gene lock" or a "seed", and probably a "burst of potential". The master of ceremonies once had the privilege of walking with a man who held this power, and about this power, according to his description, it was more like some kind of critical state...

True, not so long ago, the master of ceremonies even managed to enter this critical line for the first time.

The one time that escaped Fujino's pursuit!

The ability to originate was developed at the same time and used at the same time... That state of no fear at all, no giving up at all, is like observing everything coldly as a third party.

That's right, only that, as long as there is that, the master of ceremonies can solve the strong enemy in front of him!

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Hold your breath.

It's complicated, but in terms of time, less than a second has passed.

The master of ceremonies will not charge forward regardless of the situation, and at the same time hope that fate will favor him—people with similar thoughts have all died long ago. He struggled to recall the methods that his predecessors had taught him, and the most likely way to get into this mode, apart from extreme emotional outbursts, was absolute calm, and this was the only way to control this power.

It is the body that is furious, and the mind that is silent.

Gradually, he could feel more and more clearly all the information coming from the nerves in the soles of his feet to his brain. The hardness of the ground, the tension of the muscles, the speed that can be achieved when charging... If you look at it even more carefully, even every action of the other party... The next action kinetic energy can see a faint afterimage!

Go, go, it's now!

The killing air is constantly stimulating the body, and anger and madness are overflowing, urging reason to quickly relinquish command and obey instinct to rush towards the other party.

Wait, wait, not yet!

On the other hand, reason and coldly told him that if he rushed towards the tiger now, he would undoubtedly be torn to pieces, and the current state was far from being "critical"!

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"Hah..."

Crazy white gas emanated from the sharp teeth. Even if it's just for a moment, Bai Chun Lixu can't bear it anymore!

Since that coward can't even give up his life, let him taste the pain from his mutilated left arm!

Kick the ground!

There is no possibility of a depression in the concrete floor, but the air that has been swept away still forms a ripple of a punch! The terrifying acceleration began to increase the strength of the body, and the already obvious difference in attack power was almost irretrievable so far. The wounded tiger, with red eyes, took revenge on the enemy who had framed him, and his sharp claws almost crushed the bones of the opponent.

Kill!

Opposite him, the master of ceremonies remained unmoved.

I have lost the advantage of sprinting in advance, and if I rush out recklessly at this time, I can't achieve any results... It's just a waste of death.

What we can do now is to stay put.

When you are at rest, you will be able to judge the changes in the battle situation more easily than your opponent, and make the most reasonable response.

The dagger that stabbed at him, the hideous corners of his mouth, the sharp eyes... Every part! The once vague black shadow can be seen clearly for the current master of ceremonies.

The lungs have stopped inhaling.

The slightest distractions were shielded, and in the eyes of the master of ceremonies, now there were only enemies, only battles.

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Stab!!

The sharp dagger's direct stab was a few points faster than Bai Chun's own sprint, and the murder weapon with the unique smell of iron and blood pointed at the tip of the master's nose in the blink of an eye - the attack towards the center of the face, if you can't dodge, there is no doubt that there will be a bloody end...

However, he did not even have the slightest fear.

The gaze was raised for a moment, as if watching all this happen from the direction of a third person, including the sharp blades, including the knee impact of the opponent hidden in the shadows!

Eccentricity.

There is no need to move the body, as long as it deviates slightly from the direction of the opponent's blade, and under the influence of this impact velocity, there is no possibility of changing the move - without making direct contact with the opponent, you will not be able to get the reverse impact force, and in this case, the impact position of the knee will also be offset.

Next, it's time to fight back.

Let the opponent's straight stab, and at the same time hit the opponent's stabbing arm with his left shoulder, further disrupting Bai Chun's balance. The surprise that flashed on the monster's face didn't escape the scope of the emcee's intelligence gathering, but what really surprised him was still to come!

The left arm was bent and the elbow was raised straight to the side, perfectly avoiding the hardest knee, while at the same time, the iron rod in the right hand had somehow changed from a front grip to a reverse grip, and the blow from the bottom up hit the murderer's jaw. As if he had calculated it, his left arm, which collided with the opponent's knee and had a reaction, lifted it up, and his rough hand grabbed the opponent's throat directly, and while violently attacking him, he also exposed the most vulnerable part between the two collarbones to the attackable range!

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The last is the amount of force that the iron rod then recovers, piercing from top to bottom!

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Woohoo!!

Red blood spurted everywhere, the loser fell to the ground, and the winner continued his journey.

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There is still a long way to go, and more difficult battles await the master of ceremonies.