Payne's eyes were bloodshot, and he stored all the potential of his body in his right arm holding the dagger, and pushed it upwards with all his might. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But the opponent's strength was also accumulating, and the claws like pincers grabbed his wrist tightly, and instead of advancing the slightest inch, the dagger was pulled out slightly.

And the pain in the wrist was like a bone that could be crushed by the other party at any time. Payne believes that with the protection of the bracers, this kind of thing can't happen, so there is no need to worry about that at all.

'Strength!' Payne's teeth made a 'gurgling' sound, and the veins in his forehead bulged up, he knew that life and death were in an instant, and now he was fighting for strength.

The dagger pierced into it is my life, once it is pulled out by the other party, then the next moment, everything will be over.

"Uh-huh~ah!" Payne roared, and there was a 'whoosh' sound from his feet, and the top of his feet was already three points in the ground.

He knew that the strength of his arms alone was not enough to fight against the demon, so he used the strength of his legs and waist, and now that the opponent's legs were hanging in the air, there was no point of focus at all, and it was not enough to rely on that tail alone, and the situation seemed to be more favorable to him.

"¥#@¥", the demon saw that something was wrong, and also burst out with the power before You Sheng, and his disgusting face gradually showed black stripes like turtle nets, looking extremely disgusting.

Payne was taken aback, he could clearly feel that the opponent's strength was growing, and under the influence of one another, the dagger was pulled out again.

He knew that he had exhausted his strength to feed, and the potential of his whole body had almost been squeezed out.

At this moment, he seemed to foresee what he would look like when he died. As soon as he thought that he was about to die like his companions whose heads were torn open and their chests were cut into large holes, he suddenly felt a chill erupt from his back, and it was this chill that shook his mind and his desire to survive suddenly soared.

Can't die... You must not die... How the hell could I die at the hands of such a small character?--I'm a dignified time-traveler! My life has just begun!

Suddenly, Payne remembered what the captain had told him to make up for it with speed if it was clearly inferior to the other, and if it wasn't, it was with impact.

Impact, yes, impact! Payne seems to have grasped the straw that saved his life!

At this time, the corners of the demon's mouth have been slightly raised, and it seems to be telling the humans in front of it, - your end has come.

"Die, brute!" Payne let out a hysterical cry, his eyes blood-red, and the veins in his forehead as if they might burst at any moment.

At this moment, the impact he was accustomed to using on his legs suddenly exploded on his right arm, which made the entire arm thicker in a circle, and the strength suddenly increased several times, and even made a 'gurgling' sound of staggered bones.

"Ao~~~!" the demon let out a scream that pierced the eardrums.

Payne successfully plunged the dagger into the other's skull, and his eyes and mouth immediately erupted with a flame-like glow, and then the light spread like a crack to the demon's body.

In a matter of moments, the heatless flames engulfed the demon's entire body.

Payne drew his dagger, staggered back two steps, and sat on the ground.

He felt a tearing pain in his right arm and a piercing pain in his abdomen, and he reached out with his left hand to touch his lower abdomen, and the blood that was still warm overflowed from between his fingers.

Payne looked at his blood-stained palm and his right arm, which was completely out of strength, and he really wanted to scold a few more foul words to vent his current emotions, but he found that he could pull at the wound even to catch his breath.

Can't die yet!

He tried his best to calm his mind down quickly, rummaging through his mind to find a way to save himself.

After a few moments, he took off his burlap clothes and saw two finger-wide holes in his lower abdomen, which were bubbling with blood.

Payne thought to himself that this matchup, which was originally not suspenseful, would have a completely different outcome by just one millimeter.

The demon would cut its claws through his abdomen and then straight out of his heart, so that he could avoid the ribs directly, and his methods were both subtle and sophisticated, and if it was a fair power contest, his chances of winning were almost zero, so he didn't plan to negotiate any fairness with the other party in the first place.

But even so, he almost lost his life. It's funny, Payne couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

At this time, the situation is still not optimistic, and Payne understands that if he can't stop the bleeding, he will soon go into shock and die from excessive blood loss.

Payne tore his clothes into strips of cloth, folded the unstained demon blood into small squares and pressed them against the wound, then tied the strips of cloth around his waist with one arm, and tied a knot with his teeth instead of his right arm.

To be honest, he didn't know how long this first aid method would last him, but it was better than doing nothing, wasn't it.

After a moment's rest, Payne retrieved a thumb-sized fang, the only part of the demon that would not turn into charcoal ash after being hit by a silver, and in the Bounty Guild, he would be rewarded with more than one gold coin.

Tucking it into the hidden compartment of his belt, Payne made his way to the entrance to the cellar, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and climbed the wooden ladder that threatened to collapse at any moment.

Fortunately, luck wasn't too bad, and the ladder didn't collapse.

As his head poked out of the cellar, with the help of the distant fire, Payne saw two more of his teammates fall.

One of them was Johnny, who had lost his forearm and was curled up on the ground, his expression unusually painful, but he just gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single howl.

He knew that Johnny was afraid that his shouting would affect the morale of the team, which was taught by the instructor during the training camp, and Payne never expected that Johnny, who looked thin, would actually be able to do it.

And another young man with no name, a piece of flesh was torn off from the left side of his neck, and the young man was trying to plug the wound with his hands, but this was obviously in vain, and the blood could not be stopped at all, and flowed out along the seams of his hands.

A few others also had a few more flesh tumbling wounds, but they were still fighting.

Seeing this scene, Payne felt that the pain in his abdomen suddenly lessened a little, and at this time, his right hand also regained sensation and could already clench his fist slightly.

It seems that that sentence is correct, comrades-in-arms are their best teachers.