books44 Chapter 336: Flesh Gear, Fantasy Tactics
Chapter 336: Flesh Gear, Fantasy Tactics
Just as Shen Bei was standing on the top of the cliff, using the power of his armor to throw stones down at the enemy, he was throwing with all his might.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick on my back.
A huge sense of crisis came over me.
About ten meters away, a strong murderous intent suddenly rose from the rear, and an extremely scorching force rushed over like a cannon.
Shen Bei's vigilance reached its limit.
There was no doubt that some psychic had taken advantage of his distraction to rush to the top of the mountain.
At this moment, Shen Bei was forced into a situation where he had to confront the psychic again.
Fortunately, there was thick fog all around, and Sanmu couldn't catch Shen Bei's figure for a while, so there was no need to worry about being shot from a distance.
Having said that, Shen Bei does not have to fight to the death with him. As long as he retreats from this place, it will be Shen Bei's victory.
Tug-of-war is Shen Bei's strong point.
Before Shen Bei finished turning around, the enemy behind him threw a hot fireball at him.
Shen Bei simply gave up turning around to buy time for the next move.
He immediately threw out the chain from his arm armor and tied it to a tree trunk on the side. Then he pulled it hard and flew sideways, immediately avoiding the damage radius of the fireball.
Shen Bei has used this trick many times. It is efficient and practical.
As soon as the fireball landed, a violent explosion occurred. The entire mountaintop seemed to be shaken, and the surrounding trees were all shattered by the shock wave of the explosion.
It was as if there were transparent people standing next to each tree, the same number as the trees. As the explosion sounded, they swung their hammers in unison like a guard of honor at a military parade, smashing all the unfortunate tree trunks.
After the smoke cleared, a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared on the ground, large enough for a person to jump in. The gravel sandwiched between the soil looked as miserable as the blood vessels exposed in a human wound.
"Hmph... He's just a sneaky loser, but he reacts pretty quickly." The man leisurely took out a pack of red-shelled cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
The next second, another invisible man seemed to appear and took out a transparent lighter. He did not move, but the cigarette butt caught fire for no reason.
The man stared at Shen Bei with a playful expression. "You are the Shen Bei who attacked our shelter, right? Yeah, you're always wearing armor. Is that your skin? Surrender now, at least you can avoid getting burned."
"That sounds very friendly." Shen Bei squatted on the tree trunk, still frightened and alert.
In Shen Bei's opinion, the psychic in front of him was of a high rank, a ninth-rank psychic, and the attack just now was merely a tentative one.
There may be even more explosive measures next.
Although Shen Bei had killed tenth-level and even eleventh-level auxiliary ability users.
But as long as the enemy's level exceeds eight levels, Shen Bei will treat them all equally and will not dare to slack off at all.
Reaching this level is already a qualitative leap.
Any carelessness will lead to failure.
"Don't you have armor on? The fireball just now would have nearly killed you. Why are you so scared?"
He sneered in disdain and continued, "Oh, so it was Sanmu's shot that broke your courage. Then you should be even more afraid of me. I have defeated Sanmu before."
"If the analogy is not intentional, then it is hubris on your part."
Shen Bei slowly stood up and jumped off the tree trunk. His voice was extremely cold: "But you are not Sanmu after all. I don't need to be so alert. The only way you can kill me is to make me die of laughter."
"I prefer crying at your funeral."
After he finished speaking, flames suddenly burst out from his palm.
Shen Bei initially thought that the enemy would attack with a column of fire like a high-pressure water gun, but the flames that emerged from his palms instantly turned into a sea of fire and swallowed Shen Bei!
Shen Bei frowned. If there was only this one enemy left, Shen Bei could fight more aggressively.
But the current situation is that this is just one of the people being hunted down by Shelter No. 5.
Shen Bei didn't want to withstand the sea of fire for the time being. Although the armor was fine, there was no guarantee that it would not be burned.
At the same time, bullets are almost useless in this situation.
The fire flow generated by any fire-type mutant can definitely weaken the kinetic energy of the bullet or even melt it.
Shen Bei's ineffective attack didn't seem like a test at all.
Then, Shen Bei turned around without thinking and rushed to avoid the danger at full speed, trying to jump onto a big rock. Behind him, the sea of fire was chasing him all the way.
To put it in an analogy, it's as if a submarine was suddenly pierced with a huge hole by a torpedo that came from nowhere, and a large amount of seawater poured into the narrow corridor inside the submarine, and was quickly swallowing up the corridor from one end to the other. It was such an oppressive scene.
The speed of the sea of fire was faster than Shen Bei's running speed.
Shen Bei tilted his head. As expected of a ninth-order fire-type mutant, his attack momentum was indeed explosive.
The enemy was mixed in the sea of fire and began to rush towards Shen Bei at the same fast speed.
If this continues, Shen Bei will be caught up by the sea of fire before he can run to the big rock, and his armor will be baked by the flames.
This was just the beginning of the battle. The more serious the damage to the armor, the more advantageous it would be for the enemies behind. Shen Bei gradually lost his advantage.
No matter what kind of battle it is, Shen Bei never thinks of himself as an invincible general.
One day you will fail.
But Shen Bei didn't want to taste the bitter fruit of failure here.
He has more to do.
At this time, Shen Bei also thought about jumping onto the big tree.
But it makes no sense.
The trees burned in the sea of fire and turned into a pile of charcoal in the blink of an eye.
Must fight back!
There happened to be a natural stone slab on Shenbei Benxing Road.
It is two meters long and about eighty centimeters wide. It may have been formed by a large rock that cracked under the sun.
Grab the slate.
Then he turned around, made a U-turn, used the stone slab as a shield, and launched a reverse sprint towards the scorching sea of fire.
If the human body is an extremely sophisticated transmission machine, then there is no doubt that humans are not skilled users of this machine.
When anyone generates Qi, a lot of energy will be lost in the process of transmission between muscles and bones. Even martial artists who pay attention to whole-body coordination cannot avoid this perfectly.
It is better to say that, precisely because martial artists consciously involve more muscles in the transmission process during body movement, they actually waste more energy unnecessarily in the process before achieving the seemingly gratifying result of "increased power output".
So, suppose, just suppose, there is such a technique, a technique that is as convenient as a daydream, which can avoid all, if not all, but most of the power loss in the body's transmission links, and then pile all the energy that has successfully passed the "level" into the result of "power output", what will happen?
Yes, this requires armor to replenish the lost power.
At this moment, Shen Bei felt that countless gears all over his body, which seemed to have never been connected before, were meshing together with the help of the armor.
A grand echo seemed to appear in his consciousness, like an illusion, and a power that even he himself found terrifying surged through his body. Shen Bei held the stone slab tightly and rushed into the sea of fire at a speed that even he could hardly react to.
The sea of fire was divided in the middle by Shen Bei's high-speed advance along with the door panel, creating a vacuum channel, just like a naughty child pulling out a branch and scratching the pool of water on the ground after the rain, briefly dividing it into two parts.
The enemies in the sea of fire were exposed like soft meat in a shell!
It's now!