Chapter 531
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Eugene's pupils shrank, and his face was full of shock. He hurriedly used his other hand to grab the saber in his broken hand.
Dean mercilessly held his broken wrist and waved the sword. He used the broken wrist as the hilt. The sharp blade cut towards Dean's palm. Eugene was scared and retracted his hand.
Dean took the opportunity to retreat and widen the distance.
The fierce battle was over.
Dean coldly stared at Eugene. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled out the severed hand. He threw it on the ground. He didn't dare to continue to attack as he didn't want to let go of the sword.
This life-or-death confrontation caused Ian and the others to break out in a cold sweat. They felt a shiver run down their spines. They knew that if they were to fight against either side, they would have most likely been defeated or even killed!
Eugene's face was ugly. He held his broken hand to stop the bleeding. He didn't want to waste any more of his strength. The severe pain made him clench his teeth. But there was a trace of fear in his heart. He didn't care about the pain in his arm. He felt like he was falling into an ice cave. All of this happened in a short period of time. Dean's moves were beyond his expectations. He had lost his right hand and weapon. He didn't have the slightest confidence to defeat Dean with his ordinary basic armor.
Failure meant death. He would lose everything including his loved ones and loved ones!
Dean looked at Eugene's broken hand. His eyes turned cold. He didn't stay any longer and quickly waved his sword.
Eugene stared at him. His left hand had loosened his right hand. Although his right hand didn't have a palm, both of his hands were still open in a defensive posture.
Whoosh!
Ten meters of distance was crossed in an instant. Dean's sword was aimed at Eugene's chest.
Eugene decisively grabbed Dean's wrist. He wanted to take back the weapon. There were seven or eight techniques recorded in the 'Dragon Blade' chapter. It was enough to deal with all kinds of situations. As long as he could take back the weapon then he would have the hope to reverse the situation. Although his left hand wasn't as flexible as his right hand but due to long-term training he wouldn't neglect his left hand so its flexibility wasn't any worse than Dean's.
If Dean gave him a chance, he would have asked Ian and others to help him. Unfortunately, Dean's attack was too fast. Eugene couldn't be distracted as he wanted to end the battle in one go.
Whoosh!
Eugene's eyes flashed with joy as Dean's wrist was caught by Eugene.
"It's over." Dean suddenly said.
Eugene was startled as he was about to twist Dean's wrist.
Before he could react, he suddenly saw Dean raise his other hand. Almost at the same time when he caught Dean's wrist, Dean raised his other hand and held the sword in his hand!
Weapon fight?
Puff!
Blood bloomed out as the sword flashed.
Eugene's body was numb as if he was electrocuted. He couldn't muster up any strength. Feeling horrified, he let go of Dean's wrist and touched his neck. The hot and viscous liquid covered his fingers.
This clear touch caused his heart to violently twitch, followed by boundless fear.
He opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly wanted to give up all his dignity to beg Dean to let him live and save him. But he saw that Dean had put away the sword and was quietly looking at him. There was no emotion in his eyes as if he was looking at an ant.
The darkness instantly pressed down, and with a bang, Eugene's body fell down.
Dean looked at him to confirm that he was dead. He slowly turned around. Although he had his back to Ian and others but he could see the eyes of Ian and others. He knew what they were thinking: "It's not good to stay here for a long time. We have to leave as soon as possible. I hope everyone can help us by saying that we were attacked by a monster and he was killed by a monster."
Ian and others were startled.
They looked at each other and quickly communicated. Ian deeply looked at Dean. He slowly suppressed the killing intent in his heart and nodded: "We will."
Ian would have led Martin and others to take the opportunity to kill Dean if it wasn't for the fact that Dean wasn't injured and the battle didn't last long.
After all, Eugene was one of Her Highness Hathaway's people. Dean killed him and they were witnesses. They weren't sure whether Dean would kill Eugene in order to hide this matter or not. However, now that Dean had said this and wanted to leave, it was obvious that he didn't want to fight. Martin didn't dare to act rashly. After all, Dean's strength was too strong. Even if the five of them attacked together they would suffer heavy casualties even if they could kill Dean!
"When are you going to leave?" Martin asked.
Dean looked at him and said calmly: "I'll take a break first. I'll leave when my physical strength is restored. I'll wait and see. If our battle has alarmed the monsters above, I'll die if I go up now."
Ian and Martin looked at each other and frowned. Their eyes were a little dignified. After hesitating for a while, they finally gave up the plan to attack. They weren't sure whether Dean was deliberately looking for an excuse to restore his physical strength or not. However, since Dean said it so openly and reasonably, they couldn't oppose it. They couldn't help but feel a little entangled in their hearts.
Dean inserted the sword into the ground and took out the food and water from his backpack to eat and drink. There was a trace of excitement and fear in his heart when he recalled the previous battle. The reason why he dared to challenge Eugene, who had reached the peak of senior Frontiersman, was mainly because of the intuition passed to him by his body. The intuition told him that the pioneer was dangerous and Eugene could fight with him.
Just like the predators in the jungle wouldn't hunt prey that was stronger than themselves. Otherwise, it wouldn't be hunting, it would be called delivering food.
"I feel like I'm still missing something." Dean recalled the previous battle. Although there was a feeling of release, he always felt that there was something missing in his body, which made his body not flexible enough, and even somewhat awkward. Perhaps, if he grew more hands and feet, it would be more natural.
Thinking of this, the image of Splitter appeared in his mind. Rich blade-like limbs and a horrible body that twisted like seaweed. His eyes flashed and he suddenly thought of a point. The magic mark could give the host similar abilities of monsters. From a biological point of view, it was hereditary. At the same time, the magic mark would be activated again to change the body. This was called evolution.
So.
Since he could inherit some of the physical abilities of monsters, could he also inherit the fighting style of monsters?
Dean thought of the feeling of fighting in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was so. Before, he always felt that he couldn't display it. But if he imagined that his body had more limbs like Splitter, it seemed that it would be very carefree!
The thought of "carefree" was a signal from his body. Just like the brain knew when the stomach was hungry.
In other words, the body had such a demand!
"The parasitic soul worm stayed in Splitter's body for too long. It completely integrated the fighting habits of Splitter and passed it to me …" Dean frowned slightly. His body naturally couldn't grow more limbs like Splitter. This would make it difficult for him to stand in the normal human circle inside the giant wall. After all, even a saint like Aisha couldn't have a strange body that didn't look like a human. This would cause panic.
He looked down at his hand and gently twisted it thoughtfully. But he found that the bones of his wrist were like a soft body. They were easily twisted to a strange angle. He couldn't help but be startled.
He hadn't found that he could do this before. But this time he was forced to use his instinct in the crisis. Instead, his body showed this ability on its own.
"Although my body hasn't transformed into the shape of splitter, but I am able to display a fighting state similar to splitter. It means that my body is changing. Not only am I adapting to the transformation of the magic marks, but the magic marks are also gradually adapting to the transformation of the new host. The characteristics of splitter and my body are gradually fusing with each other …" Dudian pondered.
When Dean twisted his arm, Ian and others had been paying attention to him. They saw that his arm could be twisted to a horrible breaking position. Their faces slightly changed. Recalling his previous strange fighting posture, their eyes were full of fear.
"Hey!" Suddenly there was a sound of surprise.
Everyone was surprised. They looked at the source of the sound. They saw Rosemary standing in front of a broken white egg. She pointed to the thing inside the egg and said with a surprised face: "What is this? It doesn't seem to be … "
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