Chapter 70 Beautiful misunderstanding is the elegance of the villain
It takes a few seconds for human eyes to adapt from light to darkness.
Swarthy No. 1's heart tightened, and his eyes fell into darkness for less than half a second. A bad wind hit him from the side. The tip of his nose hurt as if it had been gouged with a knife, and wet blood filled his lips.
Swarthy No. 1 stepped back violently, clenched his fist with one arm and punched forward, as if he had hit a person, or hit an iron wall. The touch from his fist was extremely cold.
Feng Mu, who had been waiting in the darkness for a long time, took a hasty punch from Dark No. 1. His chest and ribs were in pain, and his rushing steps were blocked for a moment.
He laughed evilly, without any hesitation, and continued to push forward fiercely. At the same time, he flicked his fingertips, and a piece of rotten meat hit the face of Dark No. 1.
"Give me your nose back." The voice coming from under the mask was indescribably cold and sinister.
Swarthy No. 1's heart skipped a beat, and then he freed his hand to wipe his face. Sure enough, a piece of rotten flesh was smashed on the side of his face, and his nose was dented, leaving only two holes.
"Who are you, that little dwarf?"
Swarthy No. 1 is also a ruthless person. While retreating, trying to gain time for his eyes to recover, he opened his mouth to remove his missing nose. Put it in your mouth and chew it.
Feng Mu's heart trembled slightly when he saw it, and his murderous intent grew stronger. He sneered: "Guess, who is standing behind you?"
Swarthy No. 1 was frightened, his big toe dug into the ground, and his cloth shoes were completely unbearable to be ravaged. Shattered into strips of cloth, he leaned all his weight on one foot and twisted his waist at the same time. The other foot tore the air, and the five toes that punctured the shoe were so black that they turned purple.
There was nothing in the air. I kicked my toes sideways and hit the wall of the corridor. Several grooves were scraped out of the dilapidated wall, and cement residue fell rustling.
“No one?” Dark No. 1 regained his vision, and he was shocked. There was no one in front of him, only a faint corridor.
“No, there is really someone behind you now.”
Dark No. 1 quickly shrank his head and neck, stood on the ground with one foot, kicked the wall with one foot, fell forward in a weird posture, and jumped forward like a lame frog.
“Hey, you’ve been fooled!” The sarcastic laughter revealed undisguised viciousness.
Feng Mu took two hurried steps, without any footwork or figure. In this narrow and straight road, these were not easy to use, so he only used the purest speed.
When he kicked his feet, the soles of his shoes dented the ground by a centimeter. Feng Mu was like a poisonous snake that shot out. His two shiny black fingers turned into fangs and bit into the back of Dark No. 1. dorsal spine.
Swarthy No. 1's back felt numb, and it was really difficult to dodge. He actually somersaulted forward, and his back heel was like a scorpion's tail, and he stabbed him hard.
With a startling glance, he finally saw the grimace clearly this time. It was a bone surface without facial features covering a human face, and the bone surface fit perfectly with the cheek.
As a devout believer in the Cult of the Dead, Dark No. 1 would not mistake the Bone Face as a mask like others. His first subconscious judgment was...
The bones came from Growing out of the flesh, evil corpse? ! !
"Could it be someone from the church? Why did they want to kill me?" Dark No. 1 was horrified and exclaimed without thinking.
Feng Mu's pupils shrank, and he stepped forward without hiding, his chest and ribs were hitting him.
Click.
Swarthy No. 1 saw in disbelief that the clothes on the latter's chest were torn apart, and a ring of bones bloomed on it, surrounding it into a jagged white bone.
The heel that could not be retracted hit it in, violently cracking a bone, and then stopped without any strength. The ankle was cut with bloody holes, it was like being bitten by a piranha flower. mouth.
"The research on the transformation of evil corpses was successful?"
Swarthy No. 1 stared blankly, with huge shock and confusion, which made him lose consciousness for an instant. Feng Mu seemed to figure out something from Dark No. 1's shocked words, but he didn't care, and he wouldn't help the other party solve his doubts.
Isn’t it the elegance of a villain to leave beautiful misunderstandings to the dead?
While the opponent was distracted, Feng Mu grabbed the latter's ankle, and his five fingers grasped the latter's ankle like iron pliers, but the touch felt like grasping the tough cowhide.
The soles of Dark No. 1's feet felt cold, and he quickly came to his senses. His calf muscles swelled, and the pulling force suddenly became several times stronger.
Feng Mu relied on the strong bones and brute force of [Level 2 Iron Eater] to almost lose his grip and was dragged forward two steps, which shows the ferocity of this burst of force.
Feng Mu squatted deeply at his feet, like a tree rooted to the spot. The belly of his five fingers suddenly split open, and the cold finger bone hooks scratched through the flesh.
The skin and flesh are tight, not like tofu to the touch, but like a piece of rubber knotted together. It may not be possible to grasp it through with ordinary [Crane Claw Skill].
But for the [mutated version of the Crane Claw Skill], with the multiplied power, Dark No. 1’s ankle was eventually punctured with 5 bloody holes, and the Achilles tendon and fascia were scratched to pieces by the phalanges. .
As for the bones in the watch, Feng Mu chopped them off, but his finger hooks seemed to be rubbing against the iron sheet, and the hardness was actually comparable to his bones.
Feng Mu did not waste his energy. With a flick of his wrist, he used [Crane Claw Gong Sixth Style·Bone Cutting].
Dark No. 1's ankle was accidentally grabbed and he couldn't pull it out. He could only watch as the entire right leg muscle was cut into strands, exposing the white bones underneath.
Swarthy No. 1 was in pain, but he did not let out a miserable howl, but his eyes flickered fiercely, and finally he no longer wondered who the mask in front of him was.
Seeing that he couldn't pull his legs back, he simply let Feng Mu hold him. At this moment, his hands were on the ground with his head and feet, his waist curled up, and he stood up like a sit-up, with a gap in his chest. At one point, it collided with Feng Mu's ribs that were in full bloom.
Swarthy No. 1 actually used the captured foot as a fulcrum to sit directly in Feng Mu's arms. His arms were wrapped around him at the same time, and his fists were like cones, pounding against the latter's temples on both sides.
It’s such a desperate play. If there is a slight mistake, Dark No. 1 will commit suicide. Even Feng Mu was horrified when he saw it, and he admired in his heart: "More fierce than all the enemies I have encountered before. Not on the same level at all.”
It was like lightning, fierce and fierce.
By the time Feng Mu reacted, his brain had no time to issue action instructions.
Across the mask, Feng Mu could hear the muffled sound of the air being squeezed. Even through the mask, Feng Mu seemed to feel a dull pain coming from his temples.
Swarthy No. 1 wanted to knock out his brains with one blow and shatter the mask at the same time. He wanted to see if the face underneath was a human or a corpse.
“The most important thing is that he changes his moves very quickly and fiercely in battle.”
Feng Mu secretly sighed in his heart. He had already taken advantage of the advantageous location + sneak attack + deception, but he still felt like he was being cornered.
“[Crane Claw Skill] is still too monotonous, and my shortcomings in skills are still very obvious. Fortunately, I just gained 20,000 points of skill proficiency. I have to find ways to make up for it as soon as possible when I go back.”
< br>Feng Mu's eyes were equally fierce, and he didn't seem to be ready to change his tactics. His head remained motionless, and he only spat out two words that Dark No. 1 didn't understand coldly from between his teeth.
“Add some points!”
Swarthy No. 1: “???”
He had no idea what the strange "evil corpse" in front of him was saying when he was about to die. What was this code, or was it trying to deceive him again?
However, his dark-skinned No. 1 is not a fool. He will not be fooled twice by words. He seems to have seen the beautiful picture of the latter's skull exploding and splashing red and white...
(End of this chapter)