"Not good!" Cromwell blurted out in surprise as his face turned pale in the heat wave.

Although Yang Long's extraordinary strength made Cromwell, a proud paladin, very uncomfortable, he had to admit that if he wanted to defeat Van Cleeff, who was far beyond the intelligence description, he could only rely on the old butcher himself.

Fortunately, the panic didn't last long, and two seconds later, Yang Long flew upside down from the pillar of fire and fell straight down from the air, smashing the third deck into an obvious depression.

"Hello, danger, danger!" Yang Long secretly pinched a handful of sweat, and the water vapor that steamed up and down his body even squeezed out the cyan mist and escaped, which was beautiful with the constantly stirring and circulating mist.

The moment it was swallowed up by the giant pillar of fire, Yang Long immediately continued to stimulate the holy light energy, and covered his body with a thick layer of ice armor, so that he insisted on surviving the scorching fire wave and survived.

But even so, the already small amount of dark energy in Yang Long's body was seriously consumed again, leaving less than one-fifth of the total amount of airflow, and there was not much left of the flame magic and ice magic energy liquid.

The pillar of fire didn't last long, but it was completely extinguished in just over ten seconds, leaving only the deck that had been ignited by the pillar of fire burning.

"After such an explosion, even if you are a pseudo-super-rank powerhouse, you can't survive, right?" Yang Long took the initiative to withdraw from the state of rage, sat on the ground and gasped for breath, looking at the big hole formed by the explosion, and muttered to himself.

But the next moment, Yang Long was stunned, and through the unbelievable discovery of perception, Van Clev's aura was rising rapidly from below. In less than five seconds, the bandit leader, with his bare hands and hands, jumped out of the hull of the ship.

"Isn't it?" Yang Long hurriedly re-entered the state of rage, watched Van Cleef fall from the sky vigilantly, and secretly scolded in his heart: "Even if it is a state of energy overdraft, it is too outrageous to reach this level!"

Bang Bang -

Van Cleef fell straight from the air, standing exactly fifty or sixty meters away on Yang Long's right, the old butcher swept his eyes up and down, and noticed the outside of the other party's left leg, where there was a cyan mist attached.

This cloud of fog was in the hands of the previous cabin. The cyan mist on Yang Long's body was differentiated. He could even feel the mist slightly, and he was desperately trying to burrow into Van Cleef's body, but was blocked by a strong life force.

"Energy Overdraft" is a secret technique used to kill thieves, which is equivalent to the charge of a stormtrooper Berserker's rage. With this inheritance secret technique. Only then can the thieves with extremely poor protection can have a place in melee combat.

As long as you enter a state of energy exhaustion, kill all the injuries on the thief's body. It will heal at different levels of speed and slowness of different personnel, and before the effect of the inheritance secret technique disappears, the existence of key points is basically eliminated.

Take Van Cleef, who is now naked, the half of his face destroyed by the explosion on his head, and the palm of his right hand that disappeared, are rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, this powerful inheritance secret technique is not without any restrictions, and the reason why the energy overdraft has such a secret skill name is that when it is maintained in such a state, the life span of the thief will be rapidly reduced every second.

This is also the reason why no matter how powerful the thieves in history are, they must not live long, they are basically eaten by this inheritance secret technique, and they really can't withstand consumption in terms of human lifespan.

"Damn, it's hard to do now!" Yang Long thought for a moment, looked at Van Cleef's empty hands, and took the lead in jumping out to attack, attacking instead of defending.

And Van Cleef didn't hesitate, Yang Long had just jumped up, and he had already flashed in front of the old butcher, and punched viciously: "Die!"

Yang Long, who didn't have time to react, was accurately hit in the head by this circle, and the body that flew up slammed suddenly, and then smashed straight to the ground, and his head was imprinted into the deck in its entirety.

Van Cleaf, who had no weapons, naturally couldn't hurt Yang Long with such an attack, but when Yang Long wanted to get up, the follow-up attack had already rained down on his body.

Bang bang bang

Attack after attack hit Yang Long, on average, four or five punches and kicks a second, making Yang Long like a sticker, except for constantly being pressed into the ground by huge force, he couldn't do any other effective moves at all.

At this moment, Yang Long deeply felt the feeling of the eighth-order adventurer warrior who had been beaten by him with the same stormy attack more than a year ago, which really made him very annoyed in his heart.

At the same time, because of the protection of the cyan mist, the airflow in Yang Long's body was also decreasing, and he was about to fall by one-tenth.

"You have to think of a way!" Yang Long was secretly anxious in his heart, weighed for a moment but couldn't think of any way, and in a hurry, he took advantage of the interval between Van Cleef's attacks, took a deep breath, and turned over and sat up.

This time, Yang Long's qi flow was consumed by more than half again, and because of his own shortness of breath, he suddenly withdrew from his body.

"Ah?!" Yang Long, who didn't expect this, just showed a stunned expression, and Van Cleef kicked him in the chest, kicking the dark energy in the ordinary state directly away, and then fell heavily on Yang Long's body.

Click――

In the crisp sound of fractures, Yang Long's body shook when he sat up, his chest was obviously dented, and the whole person rolled backwards and flew out thirty or forty meters before he fell to the ground limp.

"Poof!" A large mouthful of blood spurted out, Yang Long immediately activated the holy light energy, and endured the severe pain on his body, and immediately entered a state of violent qi, supporting the ground with one hand and preparing to stand up.

At this time, Van Cleef attacked again, and punched Yang Long in the head, and the fist surface rubbed against the air to make a popping sound.

Faced with the humiliating attack before, Yang Long had a lot of anger in his stomach, and in the face of Van Cleef's attack, he consciously chose not to defend, and also punched the opponent's head.

Bang -

The fists of the two hit each other, and at the same time flew backwards for a full thirty or forty meters, and then the two strong men, as if they were nothing, collided face to face at high speed again, and continued to be thrown by each of them.

Cycle.

This fist-to-flesh style of fighting made the entire third-layer professionals, as well as the top-level powerhouses on the platform, invariably stop fighting and focus their attention on the two evenly matched powerhouses.

It has been almost ten minutes since Van Cleeff got up in a rage and slashed Yang Long into the hull with a sword, and the intensity of the battle in these ten minutes is far better than that of other professions, even if Cromwell and one of the two is a dead end.

Therefore, everyone knows very well that the key to determining this battle is who will win these two people.

Bang -

Another mutual onslaught, Yang Long slammed heavily on the deck that had become potholes, and the cyan mist on his body as protection had begun to tremble, not only maintaining stability but also thickness, it seemed a little difficult.

"It's already at the limit!" Yang Long's face was full of wry smiles when he was blocked by the cyan mist, and he said to himself a little unwillingly: "I didn't expect that just the thirteenth-order lower-rank powerhouse with the worst strength had reached this powerful level, if it was other pseudo-super-rank powerhouses, wouldn't it?"

At this time, Yang Long didn't know that there was an error in the intelligence of MI7 and the hunters, and although Van Cleef didn't have many inheritance secret skills, he was already a real thirteenth-order middle powerhouse.

Although it sounds like a small difference, it is completely comparable to the difference between a sixth-order professional and a tenth-order powerhouse.

The old butcher, who didn't know that he was in this situation, although his heart was full of unwillingness, he did not regret his previous reckless choice of this task to kill Van Cleef.

Feeling less than three percent of the dark energy in his body, Yang Long simply withdrew from the violent state, running the dark energy in the ordinary state, and once again rushed towards Van Cleef, whose offensive was not weakened from before

(To be continued......)