"But don't worry, your master will soon come and reunite with you."
As he spoke, the iron hook fell heavily!
However, after a cold flash, the man's arm suddenly shook.
"Ka ka ka …"
The iron hook stopped less than five centimeters away from Xiao Bai's head. Even though it could break open this clumsy head if it went down just a little bit more, the man's arm seemed to be locked in place, unable to move at all.
His swollen arm continuously made strange sounds, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand became more and more ferocious. But no matter how much strength he used, the iron hook seemed to be rooted in the air, unable to go down even a little bit. At this moment, he suddenly leapt backwards, narrowly avoiding the sharp claws that Xiao Bai suddenly swung at him.
After landing, the man immediately used the back of his hand to wipe his face. "That was dangerous …" Although he wasn't really touched by the claws, just the gust of wind that blew in front of him already gave him a feeling of pain as if he was being cut by a knife.
Xiao Bai's combat skills were obviously not as rich as this man's, but the terrifying power of the mutated beast did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, but the process and the result were equally thrilling. For a moment, the entire restaurant became deathly silent. One man and one beast faced each other from a distance, neither of them making a rash move.
However, while the man was guarding against Xiao Bai, he was also distracted looking at the entrance of the restaurant …
At that moment, there was a third person here …
"Tsk, I've been discovered …" A rather indecent voice suddenly came from outside the door. Just by listening to the distance of the voice, one could tell that this person was still climbing the stairs calmly … The quality of his voice was actually nothing special, but his tone was relaxed, which was rare after the cataclysm. There was neither the suppressed feeling of torture that some survivors had, nor any twisted emotions in his tone. If one had to describe it … the moment this person opened his mouth, it was no different from asking someone "Have you eaten?"
But not only did the man not feel the slightest bit of familiarity, his body immediately tensed up.
"Spirit type …"
Those who could interfere with the battle from so far away were either spiritual-type or element-type. And from this person's first words, the hook man easily came to a conclusion. Other than a spiritual type, who else could sense the enemy's gaze in advance in such a situation? Moreover, only a Spirit Type could adjust his own mental state to such a good state …
Living in this primitive and cruel world for a year, even if you weren't constantly under the threat of zombies, you would still accumulate a lot of negative emotions. These emotions could usually be suppressed by reason, but when faced with danger and pressure, it was very easy for them to lose control and explode. The iron hook man had seen this kind of situation many times …
He was well aware of his current situation. As a paranormal who could fight against mutated beasts, the terrifying aura he exuded after his transformation was definitely not inferior to that of a mutated beast. With such keen senses, it should have been easy for the other party to detect this aura … but in this situation, he had actually only mocked himself …
The iron hook man instantly felt a trace of vigilance. The other party had clearly just arrived, but should know that he was a close combat opponent … facing such an enemy, the fact that a spiritual-type like him could take the initiative to stand out meant that he most likely had something to rely on. And from the short clash just now, the iron hook man already knew that this person's strength … at least his spiritual power was very strong …
A few seconds later, the owner of the voice appeared at the door.
He's here! The iron hook man's eyes immediately narrowed.
But in less than two seconds after the two of them looked at each other, the iron hook man's expression immediately turned gloomy. It was not that there was anything special about this person … this person looked to be in his early twenties. He was not bad, but his body was somewhat thin. He had a face that could be considered to be in line with the public's aesthetics, and a pair of extremely deep and bright eyes. But overall, his appearance did not look threatening at all, only giving off a feeling that one should not casually approach him. Being stared at by his eyes, it was as if his mind had been seen through, causing people to involuntarily feel a sense of retreat.
Of course, the iron hook man wouldn't retreat. The one who retreated … was the young man at the door.
The first time he saw the iron hook man, he immediately showed a shocked expression without concealing it. Then he took two steps back, his eyes still staring at the right side of the iron hook man's body up and down …
"If you had a phone, would you take it out and take a picture or something …" The iron hook man angrily said in his heart.
On purpose, this kid is definitely doing it on purpose!
My "transformation" is a bit terrifying, but what haven't the survivors who have lived to this day not seen before!
But even so, the iron hook man still maintained a high level of vigilance.
"Who are you?" When the iron hook man asked, his eyes constantly wandered between the mutant panda and the young man. He had actually already seen through it … so the purpose of asking this question was mainly to know the position of this young man in the group of survivors.
"Ling Mo." The young man coughed while waving his hand to disperse some of the sawdust in front of him.
"…" The iron hook man was silent for a while.
"Who wants to know your name …"
The iron hook man's heels moved slowly as he suppressed his temper and said, "Tang Hao. Hehe, this is the first time we've met … "
"Not interested." Ling Mo suddenly interrupted him.
The young man slowly stopped his movements, then waved at the mutant panda again. Then, when he looked at the iron hook man again, his eyes suddenly became cold.
"I don't care what your name is, I'm going to beat you up today." As he said that, he clenched his hands together and pressed his joints, "Aren't you going to send me down? What a coincidence, I was planning to do the same. "
As soon as the iron hook man opened his mouth, he was choked back. He was almost burned to death by a nameless fire.
He was usually the one who faced the zombies and his subordinates indifferently. When had he ever been choked by this young man …? This person was born to attract hatred! When he quickly calmed down and showed a sneer of ridicule, he was once again shocked by Ling Mo's actions.
Isn't this person a spiritual-type?! He's twisting his neck and squeezing his fists. What's the meaning of this?!
Could it be that … he's actually a spiritual-type melee fighter?!
The iron hook man's pupils shrank, and his fingers that were holding the iron hook immediately began to tighten …
At the same time, Ling Mo also finished his preparations. He stared at the iron hook man and let out a low roar, "Watch my fist!"
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