Food Hunter

Potoby, Chen of the Twelve Earthly Branches, is known as the man whose strength and reputation are closest to the president. He has always been able to solve it by hand, and he won't talk too much nonsense. In short, he is a complete action-strength faction.

The aura emerges layer by layer in Potoby's body, forming waves and textures, as if the petals are layered together when the buds are in full bloom.

Bang!

The foothold was suddenly cracked, and when the sound resounded, Potoba was nowhere to be seen.

In the air, there was an unspeakable pressure on his face. In the next moment, Potoba came to March with absolute confidence, and with the help of the force generated by the momentum, he poured it into his strong arm.

Although most of the reasons for the reluctance to follow suit may originate from Luo, he doesn't mind getting rid of a member of the Phantom Brigade first.

Accompanied by the explosion of air, the huge fist pointed directly at Marge’s face without any pity.

Mackey's pupils diminished and his muscles tightened subconsciously. When the opponent was coming fast and ruthlessly, he did not choose to avoid hastily. Instead, he crossed his arms and crossed his face.

"Correct response, but to no avail."

Potobai paid attention to Luo's side all the time, his fist was unchanged.

At this moment, March made a chest expansion action, causing the crossed arms to suddenly open, revealing a large empty door.

"Oh?"

The lightning change is no longer enough for both sides to think about.

The fist passed through Markey's arms, and when he was about to hit the face, it was blocked by a net.

It was Markey's thought thread, wrapped around his hands, intertwined with a dense net. Although it can jam the fist, it can't completely dissolve the power.

Upon seeing this, Potoba grinned with an exaggerated arc.

Little guy, you have made a mistake.

The power of thought above the fist was like boiling water, stretched out inexplicably between rolling and shaking, passing through the mesh, and rushing straight to March's face.

Mackey's face changed, and she suddenly raised her head back, avoiding the wave of thoughts that prolonged her rush.

boom!

Macki's body trembled, severe tinnitus in both ears, and the nasal cavity was slightly hot, and fluid came out.

Distribute more than 50% of the mind power to both hands to increase defense, and distribute part of the mind power to both feet to increase grip.

In such a situation, in a haste, the remaining thought power is allocated to the face.

This is the limit that any person with mental ability can achieve, but there are still many risks in the situation where the enemy's ability is unknown.

After smashing March, Potoba had two choices at this moment. One was to ignore Luo's potential threat, and to take advantage of the victory to kill March, and the other was to retreat if he took advantage of him, slowly.

He did not hesitate to choose the first one among the electric light and flint.

Because he acknowledged March's threat in a brief encounter.

The plan that pretended to be defensive, but actually wanted to limit his mobility was formed less than a second after he suddenly launched an attack, indicating that March's fighting mind should not be underestimated.

In the end, being able to dodge his "shaking fist" within such a short distance, and also allocate his mind power to defend in time, can see the approximate strength of March.

Based on the importance, Potoby took a risk. Instead of using his left arm, he pressed down the right arm that was stuck in the network cable.

The Nianbo extending from the right fist, following the depressed arm, went towards Mackey's face, neck, and chest.

It has to be said that after making his choice, Potoby did consider Luo's threat, so he always kept his left arm in a ready-to-go state to guard against Luo who was on the left.

Potoby is very confident in his strength and speed. This confidence has been cultivated by immersing himself in martial arts for fifty years.

It can not be said that his choice was wrong, only that he did not have a clear enough understanding of Luo's strength.

Luo moved. In fact, Luo moved just as Potoba made a downward movement of his right arm.

At that moment, an inexplicable stream pierced Potoba's thoughts, which was the most accessible warning of danger.

Potoby did not waver. Following the original idea, he raised his left arm, like an old naughty boy struggling with each other, preparing to kill March with one hand and restraining Luo's sharpness with the other.

Three feet away is enough.

Potoby thought so.

A long sword suddenly appeared on Luo's right hand, completing the three-foot distance that Potoba had determined.

In the daytime, the blade of light flashed by.

Potoby's left arm was cut flying easily.

At the same time, a force of thought penetrated into the soil, like an electric wave, flowing under Mackey's feet.

With a bang, the impact force generated from the ground beneath his feet shook Mackey backwards, avoiding Potoba's thought wave extending from his right fist.

Unexpected changes made Potoba's muscular face shake slightly.

A thought wave containing a vibrating nature bombarded the ground. Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the ground cracked every inch, and a wave of air burst out and swept the surrounding things in.

After being shaken back for a certain distance, Maggie just stopped and was pushed out again by this air wave.

A large amount of smoke rushed into the sky, swallowing the figures of Potoba and Luo in the blink of an eye.

After March fell to the ground, enduring the effects of her tinnitus, she got up from the ground, looking worriedly at the smoke that was spreading.

Her ears and nose were gurgling with blood, she was clearly avoiding that Nianbo, but she didn't know how she was injured.

After a while, the smoke dissipated.

Potoby maintained the motion of his right fist hitting the ground, his posture remained motionless, because the rusty knife tip was against his neck.

In the battle between those who think of abilities, they often make a mistake in one step, and they fall into an irreversible abyss.

When the level of the capable person is higher, a mistake is more likely to be amplified.

"You picked the wrong target."

Luo raised the knife against Potoba's vital point, and his right foot slammed Potoba's decapitated left arm on the ground, his tone was slightly cold.

The robe on his body was shattered by the air wave just now~www.ltnovel.com~ If it weren't for the protection of mind power, he would have suffered a certain degree of injury.

However, even if he is injured, he will choose to resist the injury hard to establish the victory.

Potoby was silent, he could clearly feel the presence of his left arm, and even if he didn't look at it, he could know that the thought power of his left arm was being peeled off.

It's not just your hands that can peel off the enemy's thought power. Now Luo can perform operations with his feet.

He stepped on Potoba's broken arm and kept depriving his thought power with a strong stance, stifling the threat of Potoba's "vibratory nature" in the cradle.

There is no doubt that this is a thorough general.

Markey wiped the blood off her face, showed killing intent in her eyes, condensed her thought power, and prepared to cooperate with Luo to kill this man.

At the moment when the situation was critical, Potobai didn't change his face, but he was unwilling.

Being a general without even showing 50% of his power is a very unwilling reality for any fighter.