Dio hurriedly retreated backwards, and the fighting ability he had trained hard in his previous life had its due effect at this time, allowing him to make an accurate judgment and dodge the tall man's fist by a fraction of a second.

However, the other party then swept over with another kick, and a crack appeared in the air, as if a battle axe appeared out of thin air and slashed at him. This time the attack was faster and more violent, and Dio was completely too late to withdraw from the attack range, if he barely blocked it with his hands, he would see if the bones of his hands would be broken directly. In desperation, his body fell backwards, and the moment his back touched the ground, he immediately rolled to the left with his strength, and then he heard a clattering sound, which was the other party's turn into a split, hitting the place where he had just fallen.

"Huh?" came the tall man's voice, as if surprised that Dio had escaped his combo attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dio rolled over to the short man's corpse, picked up the dagger that belonged to the short man stuck in the dirt, and slammed into his feet, at which time the tall man's next attack followed - he rushed forward and elbowed Dio who had just gotten up, preparing to kill Dio in the shortest time with a series of stormy attacks, without giving him any chance.

It's just that Dio had already thought of a countermeasure when he got up, and in the face of the opponent's attack, he clenched the dagger and stabbed the tall man's elbow fiercely.

The short man's dagger is strong and sharp, with small serrations on the blade, and the lethality is very amazing, as his companion, the tall man knows this very well, so he naturally will not use his body to directly confront this murder weapon, and decisively chose to retreat, replaced with a low-level leg sweep to attack again, and Dio can only use the dagger to attack the opponent's attack again.

The two engaged in a short and dangerous confrontation, and after a few rounds, Dio snorted, jumped backwards, and withdrew from the battle circle, the wrist of his right hand holding the dagger quickly became red and swollen, apparently the opponent consciously attacked his hand holding the dagger, and it seemed that it only gained a little effect, and it was not completely successful.

For some reason, the tall man did not choose to attack again, but stood quietly, compared to Dior, both height and sturdy Cheng Dù exceeded far more than a grade.

He looked down, and a crack appeared in his coat, and it was clear that his attack with his intention to enter the white blade with his bare hands did not completely avoid Dio's counterattack. He took off his coat and threw it heavily on the ground, revealing a strong body wearing only a vest underneath, and the tangled twisting of dark muscles was extremely exaggerated.

"Phew, stupid man with no brains!" the tall man squinted slightly at the short corpse, and spat at it, making no secret of his dislike for the short man, and then glared at Dior viciously, "You damn little bastard, you're going to die today." ”

During this time, Dio did not make any answer, he took this opportunity to adjust his rapid breathing, and his mind also turned at high speed, thinking of a way to survive this crisis. The other party is a master, and he is an outlaw master, even if he is at the peak of his previous life, he may not be able to fight, not to mention that this young body is far less dangerous than a few years later, but he can only fight to the death.

Dio took a deep breath, his whole body was tense, after this series of battles, although he was still a little nervous, he was no longer afraid, or there was no time to be afraid, defeating the other party and going back alive was his only goal, the only thought.

It's just that he can't see that his eyes have unconsciously flashed with flames at this time, this feeling of being in danger of life anytime and anywhere makes the nerve ends of his whole body excited, and he begins to tremble with excitement, and in his eagerness, he just thinks that this is a nervous expression.

Moments later, the next round of battle begins again!

It was another few rounds of fierce exchanges, and each time the tall man struck hard, he attacked the deadly points of Dior's body with great force, as if he had been smashed by a blunt object. In the face of such an offensive, Dio knows very well that none of them can be withstood by him now, and even blocking is very dangerous, and it is precisely because of this that although he understands that this is very dangerous, he still has to hand over the dominance of the battle rhythm to the other party, and he can only rely on the sharp dagger and his own judgment to constantly interrupt the opponent's attack rhythm, so as to win himself some breathing time.

But in this way, because he completely follows the rhythm of the opponent, he must maintain his spirit and strength at the highest point at all times, so as to barely prevent the opponent's attack, while the tall man has the dominance of the battle, so he can calmly adjust his own state and exert a steady stream of pressure on Dior.

In just over ten seconds, Dior barely had time to take a big breath, a large amount of physical consumption and a high concentration of spirit made him face a double difficult test of will and body, and he even felt that he might not be able to hold on in the next second.

But in this high-pressure situation, Dior, who has almost fully stimulated his potential, finds that his understanding of the dance of the sun is also improving at an unimaginable speed, and this understanding can only be obtained by hovering on the edge of life and death. Dior, who had just been able to complete a complete set of Sun Dance, was like a piece of ore that had just been formed, and it should rely on slow accumulation and polishing to make itself more and more perfect, but at this time, every punch and kick of this tall enemy was like a forged hammer, and the impurities of Dior were forcibly removed at once, and it was directly turned into a molded work, compressing the originally long time directly into a short moment.

Although this cut off the infinite possibility that Dior could have developed in other directions, at this life-and-death juncture, survival is more important than anything else.

Syllable!

The two separated again, and after a muffled snort, a silver light swirled and flew out more than ten meters away, and the retreating Dio tightly covered his empty right hand, his face turned pale.

Tick, tick......

Bright red blood beads dripped down the blades of grass at Dior's feet, raising a slight cloud of dust.

"Bunny, how will you fight when you run out of weapons?" the tall man smiled hideously, his right fist clenched, and the green tendons on his arm bulged, "It's over." He couldn't wait to end this fight, as a master of physical arts, he didn't take so long to beat such a half-grown child, which made him very shameless.

"It's really time to end. Hanging his head, Dio, who had not spoken since the beginning of the battle, suddenly spoke, "And, thank you." ”

"What?" the tall man looked at Dior suspiciously.

Dio didn't say anything more, his wheezing suddenly became heavy, like a bellows pulling on his chest, large droplets of sweat pooling along his cheeks to his chin and dripping to the ground.

There was silence in the woods, a breeze blowing, and broken leaves swirling through the two of them.

At this moment, Dio pounced violently, clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed wildly into the tall man's chest.

This was the first time that the two had fought so far, and he had taken the initiative to attack.

"Look for death. ”

The tall man's mouth grinned, revealing the white teeth inside, and he also punched back.

It's just that what the tall man didn't expect was that Dio, who he expected to dodge, didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and met him without fear, and the fists of the two sides hit each other in the next moment.

Boom!

There was a loud collision, and the two separated instantly, among which Dio retreated several steps in succession, but the tall man did not catch up and continue to attack, but stood in place with a muffled grunt, without any movement.

The tall man looked at Dio, who had just stabilized his body not far away, he was sure that Dio was not injured in this fight, but his fist was faintly painful, and he seemed to see Dio's fist suddenly swelled when it collided with his fist, and the power from above made him numb, which led him to miss the opportunity to pursue.

"That's it! yes, that's what it feels like!"

Dio muttered in a low voice. He looked up, and his originally dark eyes turned brilliant gold, and they shrank like cat's eyes, and the broken sunlight shining down from above the trees reflected a strange light.

The tall man suddenly felt a strong sense of danger in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious carnivore, and the murderous aura that seemed to be like substance was wrapped around his body, making his body appear a vague sense of paralysis.

"What's it?!" the tall man looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief, unable to understand what was happening.

He was answered by a punch from the side from Dior, in which Dior's speed suddenly increased, so that the tall man almost couldn't react, and finally a little wolf bèi blocked, but he couldn't make any other moves.

Dior retreated as soon as he struck, and his steps suddenly became extremely swift, like a leopard running in a dense forest, and after an attack was blocked, he immediately shifted his bearing, found the hole of the next tall man, and attacked again.

Fast continuous attack,The action is coherent and powerful,Once blocked, don't hesitate to give up.,And then look for an opportunity.,The rhythm is very smooth.,Although the strength is still far inferior to the other party.,But relying on this attack method was completely suppressed for a while.,So that the tall man was brought into Dior's attack rhythm instead.。

Gradually, Dior's attacks became more and more fluid, and some of the otherwise stiff twists faded away in battle, replaced by simpler and more effective moves.

The tall man's face was flushed, he didn't expect that he would be passive to this Cheng dù, several times he wanted to fight back, but the other party didn't give him a chance at all, using the difference between speeds to give him no room to exert his strength, but he was beaten and kept retreating, and he was depressed and wanted to die.

"Damn it!"

The tall man scolded angrily, and suddenly found that his back was leaning against a tree, and immediately he was happy, staring intently at Dior, and sure enough, the boy could no longer attack because his back was blocked by the tree, but he was unwilling to lose his advantage, so he chose to attack him head-on.