The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jing'an finally caught a glimpse of a component of this long-range attack on the ‘True Body’.

It was an iron chain as thick as a forearm, and it was lying beside Jing'an at this time. But before he could react, he dragged it back to the convenience, and the ear-piercing echo of the intersection of gold and iron came from before him, and soon disappeared into the night.

The frequency is not low, an attack of about four seconds...Jing'an can completely evade and switch between adjustments.

But staying here is not a way after all.

Because the cost of sustaining the two major characteristics will not be too small, Jing'an must make a decision as soon as possible.

Is he being passively beaten here, or is he taking the initiative to look for opportunities?

This idea didn’t entangle for too long, only Jing’an’s eyes condensed slightly, and then she leaned her back against the side wall and slowly assumed a defensive posture—giving up the initiative to attack first, and chose the latter to control the enemy. The practice is the result of Jing'an's careful consideration.

bring it on.

I will give you another shot.

After a pause of about three breaths, the needle-like pain came again. Within the deliberately enlarged range of perception, the premonition this time is even more vivid.

The goal is still the head.

At the moment when he felt the danger again, Jing'an's eyes widened. He held his breath abruptly, and then moved to his side. Under the full-speed operation of the Giant's Heart, Jing'an's burst speed in a short period of time was also exaggerated.

Dodge first, and when the opponent's attack fails, take the initiative to strike back.

Such a simple and confident decision is Jing'an's best counterattack.

But the accident happened at this time.

"……Um?"

what happened?

Jing'an's face couldn't help but change slightly.

The clear consciousness seemed to be interrupted by unknown things at this time, and Jingan instantly entered a stage called ‘trance’. But after a short pause, his consciousness was pulled back into the body. But after such a process, his body also experienced some weird changes.

Jing'an only felt that the body parts seemed to have become heavier, and at the same time, even with the evasive movement, it deformed in the next second.

If it's just normal, he can completely stop his activities temporarily, and then look for his own internal causes and hidden dangers.

But at such a critical juncture, this unwarranted sense of dullness caused him to fall into a very dangerous situation.

I can't avoid it anymore.

After realizing this, the sharp and incomparable tingling sensation was also instantly amplified, seeming to be releasing an ultimatum to Jing'an.

Within the duration of the bullet time, Jing'an's thoughts drifted away in an instant. Although there is no system in his body, he cannot rehearse on his own to calculate all the possibilities. However, after several times of system assistance, Jing'an has somewhat mastered some basic skills for rehearsal.

In the final analysis, the foundation of the powerful rehearsal function is based on bullet time. Within the characteristic duration, Jing'an can play a far beyond conventional level of thinking ability. In the absence of system assistance, Jing'an must learn to master his own analysis, and then deduce various possible consequences.

This is the so-called prototype.

He was analyzing what kind of reaction he would make to properly avoid this upcoming attack.

But the result is desperate-there is no way.

Regarding the immediate situation, Jing'an was completely unable to make any evasive actions.

The brain's ability to think far exceeds the body's sense of tearing, which is the source of Jing'an's current helplessness. In such a helpless situation, he could only raise his arms, crossed them in front of his head, and tried his best to make the last resistance.

Whoosh...

The murder weapon from the torn wind flashed by in the dark night, and then it fell on Jing'an's arm accurately.

The unbearable impact was transmitted to Jing'an even before the pain was felt. His hands lost consciousness in an instant, and the so-called block was nothing more than his wishful thinking-vaguely, Jing An even felt as if he heard a sour rattling sound.

It should be the sound of a broken arm.

Before Jing'an could go to the product, this unresistable violent shock made his feet vacate in an instant, and then he was pressed hard against the concrete behind him. A muffled noise came from behind, and as the figure sank slightly, the surrounding area of ​​Jing'an showed spider-web-like cracks visible to the naked eye.

The long-overdue pain rushed in the next second, and the organs of the way seemed to stop working for a second in an instant, so that Jing'an's whole body fell into a short period of sluggishness.

At this time, the overlapping arms did not play a role of blocking at all. With a little accumulation, the huge force that burst out completely penetrated the line of defense that Jing'an temporarily built in an instant.

In the case of head trauma, even with a character as good at enduring as Jing'an, he couldn't bear such a severe dizziness.

A stream of heat surged from his chest, but it was stuck in his throat after a while. Such a hot and irritating impulse trend made Jing An half open her mouth and spit it out of the body.

"puff!"

Warm blood splashed in front of him, bursting into a cloud of bright red mist.

It is not the ability to specialize in defense, and the corresponding drawbacks are revealed at this time. Jing'an only felt that his whole body had become extremely heavy, like a rusted machine in his eyes, only moving a few times, he could feel the obvious incomparable insensitivity, like a jammed gear, the creaking noises were endless.

The most exaggerated are these two arms-under the premise of deliberately separating the order of the front and back, Jing'an's left hand has almost completely lost consciousness. As for the right hand that was under his head, he just felt a burning tingling sensation at this time.

The fangs have not been completely broken, and he still has the ability to fight back.

A stream of unidentified liquid was following the curvature of Jing'an's forehead, dripping into his left eye, rendering his vision a dazzling blood red.

There should be some wounds on the forehead.

But Jing'an had no intention of dealing with the injury at all.

Cross la la la la...

As the sound of the chain dragging sounded again, Jing'an's eyes widened in an instant.

This is the time to wait.

The characteristics that had already begun to show signs of collapse were forcibly stabilized. On the premise that the cells would not collapse, Jing'an once again roared the'engine', squeezing the last remaining energy together until it reached the limits of the body.

The knees are slightly bent, and the muscles in the calf are tight. After simply accumulating energy, Jing An's figure rushed forward, his expression became a bit hideous because of the pain, but he showed a wild air that was overflowing with words. Like a wounded wild wolf, the violent murderousness made Jing'an's state more and more good.