Even if it is a sure first sight killer, after dying so many times, a fool will instinctively learn to dodge, right?

Today, Huai Shi can only rely on his rich experience in death to deal with him in addition to luck.

If ratings are included in the Book of Destiny, the specialized dagger fighting level of Red Gloves is undoubtedly at LV8 or above. This level is almost a terrifying gap for a weakling like himself.

If you want to win...

In front of the red gloves, he let go of his left hand, and the heavy weapon made of the source dissipated instantly and returned to Huai Shi's soul.

He gave up his most advantageous weapon so suddenly.

The next moment, when he twisted his face and flashed through the red gloved dagger, his feet suddenly stood on the ground, bent down and thrust his horse, and then...

The first set of military boxing.

——Lung stance and punch!

Bang!

His fist hit the chest of the red gloves, and through the bandage, a layer of scarlet red appeared in the cracked wound.

After abandoning the heavy axe, his movements were not only twice as fast, but his power was too weak. Compared with the boxing champion heavy artillery that was enough to KO his opponent in the ring, it was still in the range of not being painful or itchy.

But at the moment he was hit, the movements of the Red Gloves suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened in disbelief, and almost bleeding from his red face. He instantly burst into tears in the heavy rain, choking and coughing.

"Is tear gas good?"

Huai Shi grinned and clenched her left fist again.

As his five fingers tightened, dark gravel kept leaking out from the gaps of his five fingers, atomizing in the abundant water vapor and flowing downwards.

Calamity.

The essence of the forbidden hand lies in the transformation between the source and matter - that is, Huai Shi can convert the source and matter that originally belonged to the soul into matter, and the scope is limited to the vassal of iron.

As a by-product of Huai Shi's ability, the rich pain and sorrow that carries the ashes is these iron sand that is so fine that it is almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

Once it enters the blood in the wound, it will immediately burst out and return to the source - forcibly instill Huai Shi's pain into his enemies!

After combining military boxing, this move can be called military killing fist and tear gas? If you are a person full of positive energy, this move can become a fat house happy fist.

It’s a pity that what has this to do with my ruthless negative energy manufacturing machine?

So he stepped forward, avoided the dagger that was waving randomly, clenched his left fist, aimed it at the face of Red Gloves, and punched!

"This punch is for Lao Yang!"

Then another punch!

"This punch is for Lao Liu!"

Regardless of the dagger that passed by his face, he and Red Gloves were entangled, like a wild beast fighting, and unconventionally hit his crappy military fist on the disintegrated face, and then shared his pain with Red Gloves without reservation!

Finally, he clenched his fists and poured out all his anger and pain.

"This punch is for myself!"

Bang!

The dagger of the red glove came out of his hand and was nailed to Huai Shi's neck and shoulders. His head was like a broken basketball under Huai Shi's fist, almost knocked off his neck.

He tried all his strength, raised his feet, kicked the young man riding on him, staggered up, covered his skull that seemed to be about to explode in the painful impact, and roared hoarsely:

"…What the hell are you?!"

"Why are you asking for so detailed information? Do you want to recruit cowboys there?"

In the heavy rain, Huai Shi slowly climbed up from the ground and grinned at him, so the blood-stained face smiled: "Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old, is a righteous high school student...probably."

This is the introduction to the first meeting.

Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi opened her hand again, and the pale fire ignited from her palm, exhaling all her last bit of source material, and holding the invisible weapon tightly.

So, dragging the heavy axe, he walked forward step by step: "Come on, the halftime and self-introduction are about to end, friend.

Let us-"

A sharp sound suddenly burst out, and an invisible axe made deep scratches from the ground, and fleeting sparks flew out from the heavy rain of the waterfall.

Anger was like fire, burning the invisible axe blade red, illuminating the young man's pale face and the hideous curve of the corners of his mouth:

“—— Let’s start again!”

Above the dark sky, there was a blazing light passing by, and the violent light shuttled through the suffocating heavy rain, and thunder came slowly.

This is the end of the battle.

Behind the Red Gloves, the burning rock in the sports car finally reached its climax, the elegy was singing hoarsely, echoing in the rain that seemed to flood the whole world.

Red Glove slowly stood up expressionlessly.

Facing Huai Shi, he clenched his fists, and the knuckles covered with cracks rubbed against each other, crackling.

Standard Roman barehand fighting technique.

This time, he was without any hesitation or fear.

Even if we die together, it's good.

Just one blow.

At that moment, the sound of the two people roaring from the steaming water vapor, and through the heavy rain curtain, iron collided from the thunder.

As he ran wildly, Huai Shi roared and tried her best to throw out the chopping axe in his hand. The rain curtain was torn apart and let out a sad roar.

Before the axe blade dissipated, it slashed into Hong's shoulder.

The sound of the collarbone being shattered is like the sound of firewood burning in the fire.

At that moment, Red Gloves had no time to dodge and felt the boy hitting his body, carrying cold iron, piercing his body through.

——It was the dagger that was originally nailed to Huai Shi's shoulder.

The huge force pushed him backwards, step by step until he pushed him onto the scrapped sports car, the dagger that penetrated the shell deeply wedged into the shell, like a nail.

"Farewell, Red Gloves."

This is the last whisper of Huai Shi.

In a daze and drowsiness, Hong Glove seemed to hear something Huai Shi said, but when he lowered his head, he didn't hear anything clearly, and the sound of the rain was too loud.

Only the songs in the broken CD machine lingered in my ears, which were the hoarse whispers of the singer.

“You’re face to face…”

“With the Man who Sold the World…”

——Who faces you is this person who has turned his back on the world.

The moment he saw Huai Shi lit the match, he smiled mockingly and lowered his eyes tiredly: "Ah, it turns out that Dongxia's high school student... is also a group of monsters..."

In the endless rainstorm, the match slowly fell from Huai Shi's hand.

It fell into the cracked oil cylinder.

Soon, as the song stopped, a loud roar burst out.

A red fire gushed out of the red sports car and rose into the sky, swallowing up everything within reach.

Burn everything.

Soon, it went out again. In the pungent smoke, only a charred red glove was left lying quietly among the wreckage, and there was no trace of it.

"It's finally over." The crow fell on his shoulder and sighed softly: "It's as beautiful as a miracle, it's really good, Huaishi."

Huai Shi didn't speak, but just leaned on the container tiredly and sat in the rain.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered himself, who had held a weapon for the first time seven years ago.

If it were Huai Shi at that time, she would definitely cry weakly when she saw the scene in front of her?

But in the past, Huai Shi had been killed by herself, and with that nightmare...

This must be what is called growth?

“I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here…”

He closed his eyes and sang the unsung ending of the song: "We must have died along, a long long time ago..."

We will definitely die one after another, a long time ago...

It was also a long time later.

.

.

Not long after, there was a sound of brakes in the distance.

A row of huge headlights illuminated Huai Shi.

Amid the heavy footsteps, the entire scene was surrounded by the familiar sublimator suppression troops.

After all, it is a special office. Once mobilized, the entire Xinhai will be under surveillance and no source-quality fluctuations can escape their eyes.
To be continued...