Everything was so sudden that even the seasoned hunter didn't react for a moment, and was slammed into Brin's knot, and the short knife that had been aimed at the back of the heart was only pierced into the lower part of the left lung, and was stuck by the rib plate and the strong muscles of the white people.

How strong is the strength of a tall man with a tall body and a sturdy physique? The knife hand, who was only about one meter four or five, immediately held his breath, almost did not faint, and the knife in his hand was even loosened.

But Brin can't really take out an enemy with such a collision.

When the herb picker folded his hands together and tried to jam the native's neck and strangle him to death, the skillful hunter decisively raised his leg and kneeled to slam Brin's lower body, and then took advantage of the opponent's painful movements to quickly kneel down to break away from Brin's clamps.

At this moment, the two indigenous hunters behind had already caught up.

Nearly killed, the frightened knifeman cursed the local swear and picked up his short gun from behind him, seeing that he was about to stab Brin to death, who was already half-kneeling on the ground with a distorted face in pain.

With a gust of wind, a bucket suddenly flew in, flying straight towards the knifeman who was about to stab.

This kind of surprise attack, the usual knife hand can dodge a hundred times when he encounters it a hundred times, but at this moment he is extremely angry and excited, and he has already raised his hand to exert his strength, and it is too late when he perceives the bucket, so he can only subconsciously raise his hand to block.

Seeing that it was just a bucket that was coming, he was even relieved in his heart, obviously not thinking that a bucket could do anything to him.

But the knifeman, who has never studied physics, has never thought about what exactly is in the barrel and what force is used to throw it so that it can travel in a straight trajectory without a little tumbling.

Boom!

In the next moment, under the stunned gaze of the archers and blowers who rushed over, the knife hand who raised his hand to block flew upside down at the moment he was hit by the bucket, and his body floated in the air, and with the crisp sound of fractures, the right hand used to block was also bent into a strange angle, and the whole person fell to the ground in a head-down posture, and the short spear in his hand came out of his hand, spinning in mid-air.

Before the flying spear could fall, it plunged into the ground, and the bucket that had rightly hit his target exploded, and the sucking mud and sand spread with a fishy smell of sea, smashing the archer's face with a smash on his face.

——All kinds of martial arts, this is the coastal version of lime powder!

Half-kneeling, Brin recognized the bucket that had saved his life, and it was Ian who had loaded it with seafood—but how did he aim so accurately in the dark jungle?

Is it psionics?

Also, that kid, how can he have so much strength?

Before he had time to think about it, Brin saw the figure of a boy leap across the mossy roots and vines, and rush towards the natives who were shaking off the mud and sand.

For the rest of his life, he didn't have time to ease his emotions, feeling the pain of being stabbed in the chest and lungs, and he was anxious on the spot: "What the hell are you still doing in front of you, go quickly!" ”

To be honest, Brin almost didn't die in a hurry—if Ian died, he would have no good fruit to eat when he came back alive, and even if Elder Pud didn't blame him on the surface, he would never have a good life in the future.

Think about it, that old man is a ruthless character who has unified all the white people in the Nanling Immigration Area, and has been sitting firmly in the position of elder for decades, and he is also an elder who has watched him grow up, and his methods, Brin doesn't want to suffer when he dies!

On the other hand, if he dies and protects Ian, then his wife and children can be perfectly settled, and Ian admits his feelings, not to mention the previous small energy saving relief, and will definitely take care of his family in the future.

- But the question is, where does an eight- or nine-year-old boy have the courage to charge head-on against a seasoned indigenous hunter?!

Sure enough, Bryn, who was trying to struggle to stand up, saw in pain that the archer, who had just been covered in mud and sand, was pulling out the short bow with a fierce face, and he was not blinded by the mud and sand. At such a close distance, there is no reason for the natives to miss out.

But before the archer could let go, a wet ball of mud smashed into his face.

Within seven steps, the throwable is accurate and fast!

Ian was ready to attack, his speed was naturally faster than that of the natives who had been raided, and for a moment the mud and sand scattered, mixed into the eyes and mouth of the archers, the mucus stimulation secreted by the sea and various seafood made him cry, and the impact of the mud ball itself made him stumble, and he didn't know where to shoot an arrow.

But even so, he was still brave, threw down the short bow, pulled out a rusty short knife from his waist, and rushed towards Ian.

The rusty blades were poisonous, more killing, and there were still blood stains on them that had not yet been wiped off, and it was clear that their team of hunters had already killed other unfortunate targets.

But this time, it was doomed to fail.

On the other side, with fear, anger, and adrenaline, Brin forced his feet, roared, pulled out the knife he had stabbed in his chest, and threw it hard at the blowgun who wanted to cooperate with the archer's attack.

Although the Blowgun was wary of the sudden appearance of Ian, he did not let his guard down on Brin, and shrewdly dodged with a dodge.

It was true that in this breath, he could not cooperate with the archers to deal with Ian, but he was only an eight- or nine-year-old child, and his partner could not lose ...... no matter what he thought

Before he could finish the idea, he was shocked to find that his old partner had let out a terrible scream, which sounded like someone had kicked the lower half of his body.

At a glance, the native who attacked Ian collapsed in shock, his lower body was dripping with blood, and it was obvious that he had been beaten and shattered.

Thanks to the native's height, Ian didn't have to jump up to get the kick.

- All kinds of martial arts, this is ergonomics!

"How is it possible, how can such a child have so much power?! (Turkish)"

It was difficult to contain the confusion in his heart, the blower was originally doing the work of reconnaissance and sneak attack in the team, and he preferred flexibility to strength, and he thought that he could not let his partner let out such a scream, let alone throw a bucket that could smash the knife man, so it was difficult to understand the current situation.

But at this point, in the face of Ian, who had already stepped on the archer's throat with one kick and stepped on the lower half of his body again, making sure that the opponent was completely dead, the blower knew very well that he could not escape.

He could see bursts of pale blue glow on Ian's arms and fists, the power of an instant crushing archer, a phenomenon he had only seen in the most ferocious of demonic beasts, the elite warriors and chiefs of the tribe.

There is no time to think.

As Ian stepped forward and charged towards him, the Blower pulled out a sharp, poisoned wooden knife from his bosom, intending to force the other man back with this dangerous weapon.

Even, kill each other!

Even in the face of the attack of the Blade-Clawed Tiger, the brave hunter can swing his sword without fear, bringing hope of victory to his compatriots, no matter how powerful the opponent is, how can he match it......

Poof—a bag of sleep powder smashed into his face.

The smell of good flowers was pervasive, and the blowers were confused.

Then, with a strong gust of wind, one hand knocked off the poison knife in his hand, and the other hand grabbed at his face, and the thumb and forefinger were inserted into the eye socket.

Immediately after that, it is a hard inward buckle.

Everything happened only in an instant, and he died.

The battle is over.

"It's stupid."

Ian, whose hands were covered in blood, put down the corpse of the blowgun who had just stopped struggling, and he let out a long breath: "These natives are really not very clever - thanks to your help, Uncle Brynn, I really can't kill them without you to attract attention." ”

He said it lightly, not caring that he had just stepped on it with his own hands and pinched a person to death, Ian even moved his right hand, and thoughtfully recalled in his heart: "The eyeballs are harder than I imagined...... Although the natives may look short, they are actually quite strong like the other Terras. ”

"It's a pity that there wasn't enough time last time, and now is not the time to dissect."

“**！”

And Brin, who had just stood up straight, stared at Ian with horror rather than consternation, like looking at an extremely strong fool: "You threw out a whole bag of sleep powder as a secret weapon?!" ”

He didn't even have time to shock how easily an eight- or nine-year-old kid could kill two native hunters, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe: "That's a few dozen tales—dozens of talers!" ”

He coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm—the chest and lung wounds he had previously suffered from the stabbing wounds of the natives had already taken effect.

"Don't get too excited, Uncle Brynn."

Scattering the essentia condensed in his arms and fists, Ian came to Brin's side and helped him lean against the roots: "You have a lung injury that prevents you from exercising vigorously. Hold off for a while, and we'll be back to the port at once. ”

The ribs in front of the lungs and heart of the Terra are blocked by a bone plate structure, and if the knife is not pierced deeply, at most the bone plate will be pierced, and the internal organs will not be damaged.

Even if the lungs are injured, as long as it is not serious, it will not be a problem to survive in the city, and with the means of Elder Pud, it will not be a problem to save Brin's life.

"It's okay...... The knife wasn't that deep, and he didn't completely pierce my ribs. ”

Accepting Ian's help, Brin, who was relieved for a while, and his breathing was even, finally had the energy to look at Ian, who was thinking about something, and the herb picker said in disbelief: "Am I dreaming? ”

"Ian, how do you have so much power?"

"The answer is psionic energy!"