Chapter 3841 It’s Time Again…

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"Hey, hey, it's impossible to get down."

It was unimaginable that in such a fierce confrontation, Walter could still speak, and it was clearly transmitted through the airtight net intertwined by fists and feet.

He even had enough energy left to calculate the time.

"It's been exactly six minutes, kid, and you don't have much time left."

The evil smile that could not be hidden in those words seemed to be announcing the countdown of my life.

Yes, although this kind of confrontation is enjoyable, what is the difference from usual? It's just that Walter suppressed 50% of his strength to make himself look more calm and not get beaten up in the blink of an eye with a black nose and swollen eyes.

Even if Walter only has 50% of his combat power left, he cannot be defeated by this method, and he cannot even take advantage of him. I actually know this in my heart.

He may have a slight advantage in terms of strength, but in terms of talent, skills and experience, he is still not as good as Walter. The most important thing is that Walter is really not stupid. Even if he is provoked several times, he still maintains a clear mind.

Although he was as angry as a tiger with its tail hair shaved off just now, from the beginning of the battle to now, there has never been a real head-on collision or injury-for-injury.

He had accumulated countless anger tanks and continued to store them without releasing any of them.

Compared with his talent potential in terms of speed of strength improvement, Walter's talent in fighting is actually better. Why is it a down-to-earth term like fighting instead of directly explaining the combat aspect.

These are Aikalay's original words, because she feels that Walter is more like a gangster than a powerful warrior, with a frivolous behavior, a bad temper, loose and rebellious, willful and conceited, irritable and crazy, and wants to If it wasn't for a good wife to take care of him and a good daughter to return the SAN value, he would be nothing more than a humanoid self-propelled explosive bag.

Of course, it is not all shortcomings. For example, he keeps his promises, is single-minded, loves his family, and has a normal outlook on life. There are no extreme thoughts such as being anti-social, anti-racial, and anti-world.

Is the topic a bit far off topic? All in all, Walter completely fits the image of a gangster. At best, he is an older gangster with a strong personality, aloofness and handsomeness.

As a gangster? You can have no knowledge? No grace? No culture? No culture? But you must not be able to fight? Walter is the emperor among gangsters, a genius in fighting? Whether it is a single fight or a group fight? After many battles, can I eat rice as salt? And let me tell you? I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice.

He doesn't have great wisdom and a big picture view, but small wisdom, especially in battle, has been completely integrated into his body and has become part of his muscles, blood, bones, nerves, instincts, and intuition.

For example, now, at 50% strength, he said, "I can easily torture you to death now." In fact, he did not confront me head-on at all. On the surface, he attacked with force, but in fact, he was sneaking around, avoiding the easy and taking the easy. The honor of a warrior is not good for me. As a gangster, it was unnecessary for him. How to beat up his opponents more happily was what he pursued.

I kept trying to provoke him, and even lowered my SAN value and took out the new fighting posture of the Bronze Saint Cloth of the Salted Fish Constellation, making him feel that I was teasing him, despising him, and not taking this battle to heart at all, and then suddenly Just as I was facing forward, with 50% strength, my chance came.

But on the surface, he was furious, but in fact he was not fooled at all. He even kept fighting back, using words to provoke me and undermine my confidence. He reminded me of the time several times, trying to make me panic.

What determines the outcome of this battle is not the wild black and white snakes dancing wildly in the sky, nor the thrilling close combat that walks on the blade, but the psychological game that begins long before the battle.

Walter is reckless when suppressing his strength, and I still have a chance of winning. Walter has not been reckless, or will be reckless again after he has recovered 90% of his strength. I will definitely lose. This is the gap between me and him. .

Now it seems that Walter has been a gangster for thousands of years, and he is really not just bragging. He knows that he should be strong when he should be strong, and he should be timid when he should be timid. Of course, you can never lose with words at any time, and your momentum must be maintained. Be the most full and the biggest, lose the person but not lose the formation. This is the most basic self-cultivation of a gangster.

This battle seems to be difficult, and the outcome will most likely be that Walter, who is fully fired, will take him away with a super kill.

I sighed sadly in my heart, but I still have to struggle when I should. I can't be discouraged and be taken away by Walter's 50% strength. Then I have to strive for at least 80 or 90% to save face, otherwise I will have to be evil. Long Leina complained to death.

After cheering up, at least one thing Walter was right about was that it was not an option to waste it like this. It was impossible for him to gain any advantage in close combat, so at least... let's use a more heroic method.

Like fireworks, a B~~I~~U~~ sound.

Energy several times stronger erupted around the battle, directly blowing away one of the fighting parties. Thousands of giant snakes overhead with their claws and fangs popping open like bubbles in front of this force.

Before this circle of violent shock waves came to an end, another strange energy spread suddenly following the first circle of shock waves. Different from the first circle of shocks that was full of destruction and destruction, the second circle of energy was even more weird. The fluctuations, wherever it passes, are like the spring breeze blowing on the face, but it makes people's scalp numb.

For a moment, the audience behind Hardy's eyes were in a trance, their expressions were dull, and their speech was slurred, as if they were trapped in another world. Even the most powerful Naina combination today was no exception.

A clear snap of the fingers, like a bullet shooting straight and fast, shuttled through countless fantasies, and everyone woke up immediately, with a cold sweat on their backs.

"The mental illusion technique is too crude. It's better to call it mental shock." Hardy, the owner of the snapping fingers, commented calmly.

"The quality is not great, but the quantity is a bit exaggerated. It can be regarded as having the aura of a strong man."

In the eyes of the Dragon King, what is a strong person? The most basic one is that if you just stand there, take a nap, and do nothing, you will be indescribable to others. If you just get close, or even take a look at it from a distance, you will encounter terrible things.

The son-in-law in front of him now barely meets this standard. The overflowing spiritual energy in his body can cover the surroundings like a magnetic field without deliberately maintaining it. Enemies who are not strong enough or qualified enough cannot even get close. .

Of course, the control power is still too weak. Let's go back and practice for another thousand or eight hundred years.

Faced with the sudden mental shock, Walter's eyes also darkened, as if a huge dark curtain had shrouded him, but of course, it was limited to this.

Hey, is it finally here?

He showed a look of interest. Compared with the salted fish armor that I didn't know, this could be regarded as the second stage transformation of that guy.

Although the combination of bear and wolf is very rough, I have to admit that it is flashy and can sometimes blind people unexpectedly. At 50% strength, it is a bit troublesome.

Washed away by the mental shock, the world reflected in those snow-white vertical pupils has completely changed.

The lava exploded under the feet, rolling around, the snowflakes in the sky were like feathers, the wind was like knives, the thunder turned into snakes, the snakes coiled around the knives, the knives scraped the feathers, the feathers were like the sand of the Ganges, endless, turning this area of ​​heaven and earth into an order A meat grinder that people are afraid of.

It comes with a one-stop service of absolute zero-degree frozen freshness and million-volt heating of the earth's core magma grilling. You can't think of anything that can't be done here.

For another example, in this meat grinder that looks like the end of the world, a ray of moonlight that should not exist falls down like a veil. Thunder, snowflakes, strong winds, and molten lava are several things that should be mutually exclusive. But as if tamed by this ray of moonlight, it formed a cute.jpg, wrapped around this ray of moonlight, and gradually twisted into a strand.

When the molten magma subsides, the strong winds subside, the snowflakes wither, and the thunder disappears, that ray of moonlight is held in the palm of the hand.

"Hey, can you please stop making such a big fuss next time? Your eyes are almost dazzled, and ten seconds have passed. Your good days are numbered." Walter teased unforgivingly, his eyes But he stared at the moonlight sword in his opponent's hand.

Black thunder, cyan wind, fiery red lava, and white ice and snow are rooted in the sword body like rhizomes, tightly and seamlessly wrapping the sword. The stable and manic energy overflowing from the sword body, even the surrounding people. Light and space are distorted.

It was like watching a madman compress tens of millions of tons of TNT into the size of a schoolbag and carry it to school.

Hey, if you are stabbed by this sword, and the force is injected, and the energy explodes, it is no joke. Even the body of a giant dragon can be exploded into thighs, triangles, ribs, and chest. Wings have five parts.

Of course, even if his strength is suppressed to the third level, the flashy and useless moonlight sword will definitely not touch him. Walter has this confidence.

It's not his fault, this brat is still at least five hundred years away from him.

One hand is holding the moonlight sword, the other hand is clenching a fist, two hands are grasping, two hands...ah, why are the lines wrong again? One hand is a werewolf, and the other hand is a bear move. It cannot be called fusion, it can only be said to be cooperation. But this is what I can do so far, the best way to combine the two powers with each other.

Most of the time, tacit cooperation is more threatening than a half-baked fusion.

Then, comes what may be more important than victory or defeat - Ben Druid's thin body!

Spring thunder is rolling, summer is blazing, autumn wind is blowing, winter is snowy, the four seasons rotate, but the moonlight is eternal. This move is called the Samsara Moonlight Sword... Do you think I would choose such an obvious and ordinary name?

Its real name is actually the Original Finger-Sucking Sword!

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