Some people say that two fists are hard to beat four hands.

Generally speaking, the strength of an individual is limited after all, and fighting against multiple enemies always tends to be inferior. Even if you have excellent fighting ability, when you are surrounded by several times the enemy, it is better to seize the opportunity to break away from the encirclement and think about countermeasures than to choose a frontal hard bar.

Of course, this is only generalization, and this "general" is only established in the general sense of the word. When faced with a target with a mechanic or a mage who is good at combat, the group with only a simple cold weapon may be the disadvantaged side, even if it has a numerical advantage.

In the back alley, covered in shadows cast by the high walls, Curt confronted the Slottian thugs, who slowly approached the unarmed Curt with rudimentary weapons in hand. The few people slightly ahead also waved their weapons in dangerous ways.

The problem he is facing now is not the ratio of numbers, the number of these gangsters combined with their abilities is far from enough to produce a qualitative change. Curt didn't change his face when facing a larger number of monsters alone, and even more so when facing these ordinary people.

That is to say, but in practice there is a bit of a barrier.

These thugs obviously don't have any professional training, and it's okay to bully ordinary people who have no ability to resist, but an ordinary mercenary can beat them away. Let such a person wield the murder weapon in his hand, and he may have injured himself before he can hurt others.

It turns out that it's not Curt thinking too much, and the actions of these thugs are quite dangerous. Not long ago, there was a tall man with a spike stick who swung his weapon so hard that his left foot tripped over his right foot, which had not yet been taken. Had it not been for Curt passing by and kicking him in the opposite direction, his ribcage would have been stuck several times by the metal shards embedded in the spike rod.

That's not the point of the matter - if that's the only reason it would have taken Curt a little more time to knock them all out, and it wouldn't have taken that long. The problem now is that these thugs are somehow not quite right.

Whenever Curt knocked out a thug with enough force to stun a normal person, the knocked out guy would just lie on the ground for a moment before getting up again and trying to attack him. Their faces and bodies were more or less colored, but their will to fight was not diminished in the slightest.

Every time these guys were knocked down, they became more excited when they got up, as if they were being used as a substitute, and their sanity gradually faded. I don't know what affected them, but their levels have decreased and their movements have become stiff, but their bodies have been strengthened.

The tall man who had just been kicked out by Curt didn't seem to take this kick seriously at all, sat up and shook his head, and quickly picked up the spike stick that had fallen aside and stood up. His hand grasping the spike rod bulged unusually muscles, and his body, which had been thin before, suddenly became burly.

Limbs up to the cost, at the cost of simplicity?

Now these Slots look very wrong, but they don't feel any signs of magic on them. The changes in their condition look like they have been given a body booster that falls under the category of contraband, and the dosage is clearly marked.

Body enhancers that overdraw physical abilities have been listed as contraband by the Empire for a long time because they can extremely damage the user's body. This elixir squeezes most of the energy out of the body, improving the user's physical abilities over a period of time.

When this medicine first came out, it was once very popular, and many people who were not in good health were able to do things that were unimaginable with this medicine. But no matter how much it is strengthened with guò medicine, the human body is only a human body. The limit is here, and what can't be done is what can't be done, and this situation has stimulated many alchemists to study body enhancers and try to maximize its effects.

The good times do not last long, and the good thing of strengthening the body cannot be unconditional, and none of the people who abuse this kind of medicine can live for a long time, and those who use the body enhancer with better effects either die on the spot when the effect of the medicine is working, or the whole body is paralyzed after the effect of the medicine is over.

As a result, the Empire soon banned the use of this potion due to various problems.

Basically, Curt hadn't seen many of the effects of body enhancers, so he didn't dare to say that these Slots were using this contraband. But now that their bodies have changed significantly, it is very likely that this assumption is true.

Tongguò loses the ability to think and gains a strong physical ability, which is almost like the berserker of ancient times. They also take something similar to a body enhancer, blurring their consciousness and cutting off timidity and pity in exchange for the power of ordinary people.

But most of the Slots are quite cautious, and even more so these low-level thugs, who cherish their lives the most. In other words, there was no way they could use such a dangerous potion, and there was no reason for these inward-looking creatures to eat that kind of thing to trouble Curt.

Their empty eyes had lost any sparkle, their gestures had become quite stiff, and even the emphasis of their words had become incorrect. Looking at their current appearance, Curt felt that the fighting will that he had always expressed may not be maintained by his own consciousness.

Curt was surrounded by thugs, Curt knocked down several thugs, and when he knocked down the next thug, the thugs who had been knocked down before got up from the ground, and Curt was surrounded by the returning thugs again, knocking them down, getting up again, and surround them again...... The cycle repeats itself.

How many times has this scene been repeated in this alley?

Curt himself was too lazy to calculate.

They stared at unusually dilated eyes as if they had taken some kind of medicine that they shouldn't have taken, and their light-colored eyes, which were characteristic of Slots, were crawling with strange bloodshots. A small amount of white foamy liquid flowed out of his slightly open mouth, mixing with the blood on his face and turning into a strange mass of paint.

They limped close to Curt like walking corpses, the traces of being beaten by Curt before were still hanging on their faces, and the bruises and purple scars made them look like living corpses, if there was not a breath left, Curt would have wanted to treat them as living corpses.

Killing people and killing monsters negates the lives of living creatures, but the treatment they receive when questioned by the garrison is different.

So the question now is how he can control them without killing them, and still be able to get something out of their mouths. And the gangsters don't look normal now, and it will take some effort to defeat them under the premise of controlling their strength.

He was still thinking about what to do, and the impatient Slots were already rushing towards him with their weapons brandished. They shouted unintelligible words in their mouths, and their eyes turned red at Curt.

"You're not bothered. ”

Curt looked at these haphazard attacks, and didn't even want to move. Even if these thugs use body boosters, they don't have much combat power. Untrained, they are not even conscious now, and there is no threat except brute force.

He looked at the thug who was still approaching, dodged the sweeping stick sideways, and then grabbed the end of the old stick and pulled it in his direction. Then, taking advantage of the unsteady footsteps of the little thug who had been taken away from his center of gravity, he staggered forward a few steps, and immediately jumped up behind him and kicked him in the back.

With a muffled "poof", the Slots who attacked Curt with their sticks were kicked into the air and flew straight into their companions who were behind them, and after taking down a few companions, they also smashed into the fat man who was the leader. Curt's kick increased the force, and the thugs who were kicked away seemed to be unable to stand up for a while.

The fat man barely had a little ability to think, he pushed away the person who was pounced on him, took a few steps forward, and shouted to his little thugs: "Hurry, hurry up! This, bastard him, he, him, him...... There's only one person! You, you surround him, don't let him escape!"

If this sentence had come out of his mouth ten minutes ago, it might have been a little more imposing. It's just that now, from him and his subordinates, these Slott thugs who are still surrounding Curt, what is reflected is an overly grotesque appearance.

With their noses and swollen faces, they were relentless in their desire to attack again, scrambling to swing their weapons and pounce on Curt. They seemed to have figured out a little bit about the way to attack, and they planned to rush up to control Curt's range of action before attacking.

It seems that they are not incapable of thinking, but their brains are overly dulled. If their actions were a little more neat, the current actions might be a good tool for those who are only a little stronger than them - but there is still no threat to Curt.

Looking at the thugs who rushed up, Curt didn't plan to spend it with them. Originally, it was intended to restore them to their senses with a proper blow, but now it seemed that it would only stimulate the body enhancer in their bodies to wield a stronger potion - there was no need to delay it any longer.

He rushed up to the thugs, punched them directly in the face, and then smashed his backhand elbow into the chest of the fat man who pounced on him from behind. If it doesn't work once, twice, three times, each time with more force, sending the Slots back to the ground the next moment.

The smoke and dust were lifted by the declining human body, and after a few tens of years, the effect of the body enhancer in the gangsters' bodies seemed to have dissipated, and the subject of being beaten to the ground by Curt again and again finally did not get up again.

"Are you a monster?"

To Curt, who was standing in the middle of the Slots who had fallen to the ground and convulsed, a slightly stiff voice came from the mouth of the alley.

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