But at that moment, Sheyan, the seemingly dying prey, suddenly turned his head and stared straight at Veron.
Although Veron was currently transparent from head to toe, like a piece of glass that had been wiped clean, and even the details of the bark on the trees behind him could be seen clearly, Sheyan was still locked onto Veron with his gaze!
Sheyan's gaze was calm and collected.
It was not the gaze of a prey at all.
It was a gaze that only a hunter would have!
Although the Predator technology was perfect and could accurately filter out the rustling sound of Veron's footsteps on the fallen leaves, Sheyan's eyes were still unable to detect it.
Although the cloaking device had successfully refracted light, making it impossible for the human eye to catch him.
Although Veron was also a master of stealth, Sheyan's eyes were still unable to detect it.
Sheyan's Perceptive Sense had clearly captured the process of the leaves sinking, shattering, and breaking not far away, even though there was no sound.
Veron's attributes could be said to be higher than Sheyan's, but his weakest point, or rather, the weakest point of the entire Predator race, was that they relied too much on high-tech means to detect the enemy!
This directly led to their low Perceptive Sense. In other words, the Predators may be stronger than Sheyan in areas other than their detectors, but no matter how powerful their detectors were, they could only simulate human vision, hearing, and touch at best. As for smell and taste, those were areas that technology could hardly touch, not to mention that their intuition and the coverage of their MP were far inferior to Sheyan's Perceptive Sense.
Sheyan stared at Veron and pressed his palms hard against the ground. His strong muscles began to tense up. He was obviously ready to fire. Veron, on the other hand, remained calm even at this time. His shoulders shook slightly, and the plum blossom-shaped infrared beam of his shoulder cannon was imprinted between Sheyan's eyebrows!
Sheyan only had 0.5 seconds to dodge the shoulder cannon's lock-on. If he continued to charge forward, he would have to take one or even two high-energy laser beams head-on.
Veron did not think that the weak prey in front of him would have the guts to do so. In his opinion, if this guy dodged, he would definitely be hurt by the aftershocks at such a close distance. With his already seriously injured body, it would only make things worse.
If he didn't dodge, then the battle would basically be over.
Therefore, when Sheyan charged towards him, Veron's pupils suddenly shrank. Through the solid crystal glass on the mask, he saw the red figure representing the enemy's body instantly fusing with the crimson high-energy laser!
Then, as usual, the red statue that symbolized life exploded into pieces, dying the trees around it with a mournful sound. However, the red statue went against Veron's experience. It pounced at him fiercely and fiercely!
Before Veron could react, he felt a ball of blazing heat approaching him with a strong heat. After the violent impact, his body was strangely paralyzed. His limbs seemed to have entered a nightmare, and he could not move or react to the situation!
Seizing this moment, the enemy, who was burnt black from head to toe, suddenly pulled out a majestic weapon, calmly aimed, and pulled the trigger. The weapon was filled with an ancient and lonely aura. Veron even sensed the majesty of a queen from it.
After the weapon flashed, Veron felt as if his whole body had been cleansed by a dense, fine impact force like raindrops. There was not a single part of his body that did not hurt. Countless cracks had appeared on the armour protecting his body, and a red-hot needle was sticking out of each crack!
However, although the pain was overwhelming, his body was still paralyzed and showed no signs of recovering. Then, as the prey strode closer, he pulled out a dark-coloured long saber from behind his back! The long saber looked ordinary, with only the occasional flash of sharpness on the edge. It was like the coldest starlight in the depths of the universe, imprinting itself deep into everyone's heart.
***
The emerald blood of the Predators had a faint fishy smell, but when it was warm on the tip of the tongue, it tasted indescribably sweet.
After tasting the enemy's flesh, the '+ 13 West' also trembled with bloodlust!
Looking at the data of the slash in the battle log, Sheyan felt an indescribable sense of joy in his heart!!
— — 186 (Critical Damage) + 98 + 131 (Holy Damage) + 32 (Flesh Explosion Damage) + 800 (True Damage)!
The weapon's special effect was triggered with the first slash!
Five terrifying numbers lined up side by side, jumping out together with the mournful glow of blood. Just looking at it gave one an illusion of despair.
Veron's emerald blood splattered all over Sheyan's face. The effect of his powerful armour was negligible!
After the two slashes, Veron regained his ability to move. However, it was already too late for him to recover at this time.
Sheyan had gained the upper hand in all aspects. To be more precise, he was winning!
In just a few seconds, the position of Veron the Grey Back had changed from hunter to prey. It was hard for anyone to accept such a sharp contrast. His blood-red eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, but Sheyan would not give him any time to recover. He swung his saber down again. Veron's head was swung down again.
Veron pulled out the Tiger Fang Dagger from his waist with a backhand motion. Due to the severe wound on his left shoulder, he had to use both hands to hold the dagger to parry the attack.
Although he managed to parry the blade of the seemingly inconspicuous saber, a huge force surged towards him, causing him to stagger back and cough up a lot of blood. Veron knew that he was at a complete disadvantage this time, so he began to think of retreating.
But at that moment, Sheyan seemed to know what he was thinking. He smashed a curse-mix on the ground, causing Veron to stagnate in place. Then, Sheyan flashed over like a shadow, raised his saber high, and slashed down fiercely ….
***
This time, there were a total of eight Predators who came with Veron.
This was the most basic combat unit of the Predators. Eight people formed a "unit". Among these eight people, one of them was not an expert in combat. The responsibility of this unit was quite heavy. He had to be a repairman of various equipment and weapons, a field doctor, and also shoulder the heavy responsibility of collecting various kinds of information.
In other words, after the six contestants had found their respective opponents, there were only three people left to guard the spaceship, and one of them was a non-combat member. In the duels that had already begun, the other contestants had all chosen to fight and retreat at the same time, luring their opponents out of the line of sight of the remaining Predators.
Although the remaining Predators were very curious about the course of the battle, in order to defend the great honour of the Predators and avoid being accused of interfering, they chose to wait in place.
Time passed bit by bit. The frequent explosions in the distance also disappeared. It had been a long time since they last sounded. The three Predators who were left behind to guard the place started to get a little restless.
All of a sudden, the support Predator suddenly clutched his chest and frowned. His breathing became a little erratic, as if he was in pain. But then, he straightened his back. The other two Predators naturally noticed this and asked doubtfully.
"What's wrong with you?"
The Predator shook his head and said, "I don't know.
I felt like something was stuck in my chest just now, but it's fine now. "
One of the Predators frowned and said,
"I don't know why, but I feel like something's not right. Sir Grey should have come out with the head of his prey by now."
"That prey ran away really fast. If it were me, I might not have been able to catch up to it," said another Predator, "But isn't it worse for the prey that chose Rasnok? I estimate that it'll take at least two days to piece its skull back together. Zier, you're going to be busy. "
Zier was obviously the support Predator. He was about to speak when he frowned again and clutched his chest. A few drops of dark green liquid dripped out from the gaps of his mask! The blood of a Predator was emerald, but it had suddenly turned a rotten dark green!
This time, it took a full five to six seconds for Zil to recover. He said anxiously,
He said anxiously, "I don't feel good. There seems to be a fire burning in my chest, like I was pierced by something, but it's back to normal now. You have to help me scan it. "
The other two Predators immediately activated their masks to examine Zill. They then said, "You're a Predator.
"There's some abnormal shadow in your chest. It seems like tissue is growing repeatedly. Other than that, there's nothing abnormal."
Zier dipped his finger into the blood flowing out from the mask, then frowned and said, "Damn it.
"Damn it, my body seems to be moldy."
The other two Predators looked at each other and said in shock, "That's right.
"Did we encounter a strong virus that even the mask can't isolate? Ahhh! Damn it, I have the same feeling too. We have to go to the medical bay immediately to disinfect it and inform the mothership of this! "
But Zier suddenly pointed into the distance and said loudly, "Look!
"Look, isn't that Lord Veron?" If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation. "
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