The bloodthirsty 'purr' sound that the monster had originally made from its throat turned into a whimper after being injured.

This kick is the basic move in the [Xianfeng Temple Fist Method], and the Lone Shadow Crowd also likes to use this leg method similar to spear stabbing.

In the hands of that group of purple-clothed ninjas, this kick can basically kick an adult five or six meters away, and the internal organs will be broken clean.

After Lenn stomped off the monster's recurved ankle, the unusually hairy monster went straight to a head shorter.

The Witcher's palm was just right at the height of the monster's head.

So Lan En simply pressed the side face of the monster and slammed it directly into the wall!

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the green bricks on the walls of the alley were even shaken out of the cracks and a handful of floating ash was shaken out.

The monster's thick fur turned gray as a result.

The mind was hit, and in the monster's brief vertigo, Lan's palm didn't stop.

He pulled back the palm of his hand, pushing the monster's elbow from the outside and inward.

This slender arm, the lower arm is stuck on the edge of the alley wall, and the big arm is pressed and cannot move, forming a lever structure.

There was another tooth-aching bone snapping sound under Lanen's palm, and the monster's arm turned into an inverted 'V' shape, and the metal tube in his hand swayed, but there was no basis for power.

Since the monster rushed out of the alley, the moment of confrontation passed, Mentos completed the battle plan according to the terrain and the opponent's body structure.

Len followed the battle plan and unsurprisingly disarmed the monster's threat in five seconds.

Even now, Len couldn't estimate how much strength the monster had.

Because from the beginning to the end, Mentos's battle plan did not give them a chance to engage directly.

It's a confrontation of timing and skill.

And in these two attributes, Lan En has no doubt that he has far crushed the monster with a chaotic mind.

Real battles usually start abruptly and end abruptly, except in some special circumstances.

A long period of stalemate will exhaust people to death.

"Are you awake, sir?"

Lan pressed the monster's head against the brick wall and asked calmly.

In the wizarding world, werewolves can remain rational, and there are even examples of werewolves who feel guilty for hurting people, and do not resist at all when they see witchers.

Lan En hoped that this guy was just momentarily carried away by the beastly nature when he first transformed.

But there is no doubt that this hope has been dashed.

The monster's side face rubbed against the wall, and it wasn't that Len was pressing it and abusing it, but that it was writhing desperately, as if desperate to break through Ran's skin and let the blood flow.

It stands to reason that a normal werewolf should have come back to his senses at this time, and it seems that this guy's brain is not human at all.

Lan En shook his head helplessly.

Step on the reflex joint that is dragging on the ground and press the palm of your hand against the opponent's head.

The hand holding Arondette no longer hesitated to poke diagonally upwards from the lower side of the abdomen. The tip of the knife is peeking through the collarbone on the other side of its body.

The hand holding the hilt of the knife twisted from side to side twice, and the steel in the body rubbed against the bones, making a 'Caracalla' sound.

Then the witcher felt the body under his hand, which was still struggling, suddenly slump at this moment.

The bellows-like gasps of the beast fell silent.

"呲~"

Lan En pulled out the long knife from the monster's body and flicked it, leaving a terrible splatter of blood on the wall.

He raised the sword of the Lake Maiden to his eyes, looked at it, and inserted it back into its scabbard.

The sword of the Lake Maiden was still unstained with blood and dust, but the blood on the wall made Lan En sure that his sense of smell was not wrong.

It was viscous, thick, foul-smelling human blood.

"This blood is not normal."

Lan En muttered to himself. Even werewolf blood shouldn't have this kind of change.

After talking to himself, the young man's slightly glowing cat's eyes turned to the other side of the alley, where there was a darkness hidden by the building.

"Do you know what is going on, sir?"

As Lan asked calmly, the sound of leather boots stomping on the masonry floor came from the darkness.

A man wearing a leather coat with a three-cornered hat on his head emerges from the darkness.

His coat was covered by a short shawl, and on top of it was a tethered yellow visor. The combination of the mask and the tricorne hat made only the lines of his eyes appear on his face, making it difficult to see his age.

There was a lot of blood on his body, and the unique stench and viscous texture were the same as those that Lan En threw against the wall.

And the most striking thing is not his Victorian-style clothes, but the things on his hands.

It was a strange serrated knife that was still dripping flesh and blood.

The man in the yellow coat first looked Lan En up and down with his eyes under the tricorn hat, and let out a sigh of relief or mockery.

"A person who still retains his sanity is not, and it's hard to say. After all, you were even talking to an animalized patient just now, asking if he was still sane. ”

Lan En frowned, not because of the sarcasm on the other side, but because of the other party's voice.

At least fifty years old, do you still have to do work like fighting at this age?

"I'm not a local, please forgive me."

As he said politely, Lan En spread his hands out to show that he was not hostile.

But in his left hand, he was pinching the [Axifa Seal] in a casual gesture. It is impossible to see that there is anything special about this mudra.

He doesn't expect [Yaxi] to control the other party, it's unrealistic. He only hoped that when the other party wanted to do something to him, he could be in a trance for a moment.

It's an insurance.

Fortunately, although the other party was not friendly in tone, but in action, the other party also hung the hideous strange serrated knife on his waist.

"Outlander. I can see that. ”

As he spoke, the man in the yellow coat sniffled slightly under his mask.

"There is no smell of incense, the stench of monster blood is freshly stained, and the blood in your body has only a single smell, uninjected. Obvious outlanders. ”

"My name is Henrik, no, a handshake doesn't have to be. I saw you slam the beast's head against the wall, and you were very skillful in your hand-to-hand combat. In order to reassure each other, this distance is just right. ”

The voice of the fifty-something said flatly.

At his age, he wouldn't feel embarrassed to say anything skeptical in the open.

Lan withdrew his hand in understanding, and didn't come any closer, just nodding at him.

"Alright then, Henrik, listen to you. Just call me Lane. You just said you smelled blood in my body? Didn't I bleed? ”

"It doesn't matter if you bleed or not, Lann." Henrik waved his hand indifferently. "It's just that in Yanan, everyone is very sensitive to blood. You should understand, after all, you should also be here for the name of 'the land of blood therapy', right? ”

"These cat's eyes are the disease you want to treat? These days, strange symptoms are really endless. ”

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