Angor gritted his teeth. He could not run into a dead end anymore. He had to find a way to turn around.
However, the lunatic was right behind him. If he wanted to escape, he had to face him head-on.
He did not have time to think about other problems. Faced with imminent danger, his mind worked fast. He found an opening, turned around, and stomped on the wall with both feet, trying to use the counterforce to get out of the encirclement.
Borrowing the rebounding force, his body seemed to have turned into a sharp arrow, turning back with unparalleled speed.
In the past, he would not be able to perform such powerful maneuvers. However, after that near-death experience, his body had improved in all aspects, and he could now perform some difficult moves in different ways.
Angor thought he had used up all his potential. When he was about to break out of the encirclement, a shadow of a staff suddenly fell from the sky and smashed at Angor's head. The lunatic saw that he could not catch up to Angor, so he used all his strength to throw the short staff at Angor's head.
The staff moved like the wind with a loud noise, which showed how powerful it was. Angor's eyes twitched. If he did not dodge, his head would explode like a watermelon.
Angor had no choice. He forced himself to stop and rolled to the side, barely dodging the staff. Before Angor could celebrate, the young man had caught up with him. With a cold face, he yelled "Get rid of the monster!" and kicked Angor in the back.
After two painful screams, Angor was kicked away for more than ten meters like a cannonball. He hit the wall at the end of the corridor and slowly slid to the ground, leaving cracks on the wall.
He felt as if all his bones were broken. He could still think, but the pain forced him to lie on the ground, unable to move.
Two screams? Not only was Angor kicked away, but the young man also screamed in pain and fell to the ground. He created a human-shaped crater on the floor. It seemed he was hurt worse than Angor.
Angor was in great pain, but he still paid attention to the situation.
Angor knew that the effect of force was reciprocal. When an object exerted force on another object, the object receiving the force would also exert a force on the object exerting the force. The two forces were equal in magnitude and in opposite directions. Therefore, it was normal for the young man opposite him to receive a reaction force, but don't forget that he used his feet to kick. Although there was a rebound force, it was not in a straight line. Through various techniques, most of it could be offset, and he would not receive such a heavy backlash at all. And it seemed the young man was hurt worse than Angor.
Angor suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his shoulder. He thought it was a chain reaction caused by the kick.
The pain made him roll back and forth, and he wanted to hit the ground with his head.
On the other side, the young man seemed to be badly injured, but suddenly, blood qi flashed on the surface of his body, and the blood qi condensed into the shape of a strange beast. If a wizard was here, they would be able to tell that this was a bloodline spell. After the bloodline of a strange beast was implanted into the body, the body would quickly recover by consuming a large amount of the blood qi of the strange beast.
When the young man could stand up, Angor was still rolling on the ground in pain.
At this time, the young man suddenly saw the humanoid monster with its back facing him. Light spots flashed from its back, and there was a small spot near its shoulder blade. Lines of green lines spread from the small spot to the monster's body. The lines were like vines, and in just a short time, they had spread to the monster's entire back.
The lines gave off a terrifying aura. The young man felt it was even scarier than the monster's aroma.
That was right. The young man thought the monster was a monster because of the strange aroma. That aroma carried a despairing pressure. It was definitely not a human's aroma.
Now, the humanoid monster's body changed again. The green lines gave him great pressure, and he wanted to turn around and run. Any other monster would tremble on the ground when they sensed the aura, regardless of whether it was a high-level monster or a low-level one. Just now, when he was bounced back by the huge force, it was definitely because of these green lines!
However, the young man believed himself to be a highly intelligent human. He would not back down even if his heart was pounding. The monster in front of him was still a baby and was injured. He believed that as long as he could overcome the pressure, he could finish the monster off with a final strike.
The young man resisted the urge to run and dragged his barely recovered legs toward Angor step by step.
Angor also saw the monster's steps and became anxious. He wanted to get up and run, but his legs were too numb to move.
"Don't come here! You're a human, right? I'm a human too! I'm not a monster! "Angor had no choice but to explain his identity to the young man in a hoarse voice despite the great pain.
The young man looked at the "baby monster" in front of him. Its mouth opened and closed as if begging for mercy. The young man snorted. How could a human understand a monster's language? He did not hear anything from the monster. Maybe the monster's voice was too high or too low a frequency for human ears to catch.
Angor saw the young man's "I can't hear you" look, which made him feel hopeless. He could only rely on the strength of his back to keep moving backward.
However, there was only a dead end behind him. A wall without any gaps. Angor quickly leaned against the wall.
The young man was already five steps away from Angor.
Angor looked at the bloodthirsty young man from such a close distance. While feeling anxious, he also found the man's face familiar.
The handsome young man curled his lips and spoke in a cold voice, "Monster, you deserve to die!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Angor suddenly recalled a scene in his mind. In the scene, someone was also talking to him with the same voice. However, the young man in front of him did not sound friendly at all. The person in the memory spoke with the same cold voice, but with great concern.
"Sunders! You're Sunders! "Angor cried out the name.
It was Sunders. There was no doubt about it. He had the same short grayish-green hair, the same eyes, the same handsome face, and the same body.
The man in front of Angor was the younger version of Sunders!
The young man's expression did not change at all despite being called out. Only hatred remained in his eyes.
"Is he really my professor? Why did he become so young? Also, he doesn't seem to be as strong as my professor. He's just like an apprentice. "Angor wondered if the man was some kind of monster that was good at disguise.
But could monsters speak? And he spoke in the common language!
Angor was anxious to tell him who he was, but Sunders did not care.
Sunders was already standing beside Angor. He still had that cold smile on his face. He took out a dagger from somewhere and raised it up high!
Looking at the familiar dagger, Angor was even more certain of his identity. That was the dagger Sunders used to cut the Twisting Protozoa in half before they entered the Nightmare Realm!
Angor desperately tried to struggle to the side when he saw the dagger was about to fall.
"Damn it! Give me a way out! I don't want to die here! "Angor yelled in hatred.
Sunders looked at the monster's screaming and did not feel any sympathy. He picked up the dagger and stabbed down without hesitation!
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