'Extreme Explosion', the skill that comes with the speed boots, once a day, lasts three seconds. Within three seconds, Zhou Qingfeng's speed could double. He has never demonstrated this ability in front of others, and today he is pressed into anxiousness.
Schroeder is indeed very strong, far better than Zhou Qingfeng. Face-to-face confrontation is by no means the latter's strengths. With his physical fitness, he shouldn't be gambling against an orc in an open field.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was accustomed to fighting in the jungle, soon suffered from this. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't resist Schroeder's slashing axe—then he could only make a special move.
In his anger, Zhou Qingfeng did his best.'Extreme Explosion' was one of his hole cards. After the skill was activated, it was as fast as lightning.
The agility of the value'thirteen' is more than twice that of a normal adult, and it will be even more shocking if it doubles. Although Schroeder's speed was not bad, he lost his vision even after being shrouded in fog.
When the sword light struck, Schroeder wailed, turning his head and deflecting to avoid the sharp edge. He was right to chop with a tomahawk, but it was difficult to change after his arm was exhausted. Suddenly, my eyes went dark, and I couldn't see anything, I could only rely on hearing.
If Zhou Qingfeng is still at his original speed, this is not a flaw. Schroeder is nothing more than retreating quickly, or slashing furiously. But now that Zhou Qingfeng doubled his speed, he could seize the chance of his opponent's axe and blade to launch a surprise attack.
With a snap, the silt monster shot out with a tongue spear. The combination of speed and surprise attack quickly changed the situation on the court. Everyone at the scene felt the same way. The flash of the knife light was nothing but dazzling, and the flash shot in the mist was the most deadly.
Everyone originally thought that Zhou Qingfeng was going to die, but suddenly their mood suddenly changed and fell into awe. After a while, they couldn't help taking the place of Schroeder.
Zhou Qingfeng's moves are not superb, but his speed is completely unsolvable. The blow came so fast, how can people avoid it
Speed boots, 20% acceleration. You can easily turn a sprinter into a top sprinter. And the "speed burst" can make the sprint genius become the king of speed.
In a sprint race, if it takes fifteen seconds to 100 meters, it is a joke. But the speed was doubled, and it took 7.5 seconds, that was unprecedented, unparalleled in the world, and beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Zhou Qingfeng was already extremely fast, and his current swiftness has reached a level that ordinary people can't imagine. Schroeder swung his battle axe, and only a small gap was revealed in an instant, and the spearhead of the tongue spear passed through the gap.
Schroeder heard the air vibration of the tongue spear, and thousands of times of training and actual combat made him instinctively dodge. But it was too late, he felt a pain in his chest, followed by numbness.
Oops, this is an attack with toxins.
However, the animal body is strong and has a high ability to fight toxins. It should be all right
Schroeder backed quickly, but the fog kept staying on the spot, chasing behind Schroeder at a very high speed. The fog is shrouded but can't tell where Zhou Qingfeng is? He can only constantly wield the big axe in order to prevent subsequent attacks.
The three seconds of the'extreme burst' is not over yet.
Schroeder's soul rushed forward, and he never expected that the seemingly humble young man would have such a method. He roared with anger, the shock waves spread out, and the axe blade lit up with white light—an orc's violent attack.
The roar made the hearts of everyone present tremble, and the high-speed axe swung even more with an irresistible aura, protecting Schroeder's body. He stopped retreating, but launched a counterattack.
The speed of Zhou Qingfeng's explosive blow was too unexpected. Schroeder could not retain his strength, he slashed in the mist with fearless aura, trying to break the situation with this. The condensed mist rolled violently and transpired endlessly.
Such brute force cracking is obviously completely crushed by strength, and it is most suitable to deal with opponents with fast speed and low defense. Just when the onlookers felt that Lord Hugo was either cut to pieces in the mist or forced to flee...
A scream came out from the fog. More than ten seconds later, the burly Schroeder stumbled out. His chest, shoulders, back, and thighs were all bleeding, and he was embarrassed.
Lost, lost, completely lost!
This is just a few breaths in and out.
Just now Schroder was so powerful that he was so proud. No one thought that Uncle Zhou would lose so quickly when he fought so hard. Everyone also noticed that the orc's wound was bleeding with black blood, which was obviously poisoned.
The mist cleared, revealing Zhou Qingfeng's stern face. The young man raised his head, his chest rises and falls, panting slightly, "Schroeder, I wanted to give you a chance, but you were wrong.
I don't need your surrender, I don't need unruly subordinates, and I don't need your meaningless confession. You are just an ordinary settlement leader, not as valuable as you think. I could have let you live, but you are looking for a dead end. "
Schroeder had no idea that he would lose. The two sides played against each other for about ten rounds. He always had the advantage, but he was injured in the blink of an eye—he didn't even know how he was injured, because he was sure that the young man had no chance to get close to him.
The same question flooded the hearts of everyone at the scene, Enisa was riding a horse, but she could not see through the fog. At first she thought it was Zhou Qingfeng's cavalry knife that had injured Schroeder, but there was no blood on the thin elven long knife.
Everyone's eyes quickly fixed on Zhou Qingfeng's left hand, and there was a small box on the forearm behind the wrist. There is still some blood on the mouth of the box.
It is an exquisite crossbow.
All the people present were experts, and they could see through Zhou Qingfeng's methods at a glance. He used the advantage of extreme speed to approach Schroeder, playing fast and slow to grab the first mover. Without waiting for Schroder to stabilize his position again, he used the fog ring to disrupt his judgment, forcing his opponent to explode with big moves.
Orcs often lose their minds when zooming in, their attacking power will be greatly increased, but the defense will be vacant. So Zhou Qingfeng inflicted fatal damage on Schroeder-the crossbow is a weapon used for sneak attacks, and it is almost impossible to dodge at close range.
Just understanding this method, everyone is still sweating coldly, and after thinking hard for a while, they feel that they have no solution-once you see through, your Hugo's tricks are not surprising, and it is not too risky. But the strange speed he burst out was unsolvable.
The world martial arts, but it won’t break soon!
Zhou Qingfeng pointed his sword straight, counted with his fingers, and coldly shouted: "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?" After saying this, he still said in his mind: "'Shadow', your judgment is wrong. I can win without your help."
The onlookers were also silent, and then there was a loud roar, "Victor, Victor, Victor, our Victor."
There was also a black-hearted profiteer who was reborn from desperation. Rubio thought he was going to be buried with Uncle Zhou, but after a while, he turned defeat into victory. Tears burst out of his eyes, he quickly pocketed the bet he received, and jumped out to shout.
"Your Excellency Hugo is invincible, he is a symbol of victory. Who else is going to challenge? The next odds will be one to one hundred. Come bet!"
Zhou Qingfeng won so simply and neatly, who would dare to provoke him? Even the barbarians under Schroder shrank their heads.
Schroder, who had lost his panties, had toxins attacked his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and his head was dizzy. The survival consciousness made him fall to the ground and shouted with all his strength: "I give up, I give up, save me, save me."
But no one is going to save it. The price paid by the loser is his own life.