Ji Chuancheng's spear skill Jing Xia had been taught in his previous life. This guy held the A-2 type killing machine researched by the lunatics in the research office. Just by meeting him, he smashed the A-level gun that just jumped up from the horizon. The mutated bird fell to the ground.
That thing is a small black spot in Jing Xia's eyes! Of course, it is also related to the evolution of the physical fitness of the later evolvers, but Ji Chuancheng's title of sharpshooter was recognized by countless evolvers in the last days.
Therefore, as long as he said he was hit in the abdomen, Jing Xia didn't have any doubts.
"Is this all right? Cough cough..." Steward Wang showed a puzzled expression on his wrinkled face. He was about to get up and walk over when he suddenly felt something grabbing the hem of his trousers. Steward Wang looked down, and saw that little black ball was pulling his pants desperately with his two thick calves and refused to let go. Because of the excessive force, he fell backwards suddenly, and then climbed up persistently. He got up, and grabbed himself again desperately.
Butler Wang was stunned: "Chiji? What's wrong?"
"Jiji" is the name of this little black dumpling, and Jing Xia got it casually.
"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!!!"
do not go! ! ! It's still there! ! !
Qin Chu blocked Steward Wang's way with his hand, and said with a serious expression, "Butler Wang, that thing is not dead."
As soon as Qin Chu finished speaking, as if to verify her words, a yellow-black shadow rushed out from a patch of mutated grass. Its whole body is as long as needles, and its back is covered with black guard hairs, and its abdomen, which is close to the ground, is covered with tawny guard hairs.
The entire face is mainly black, but there are two white spots under the ears. Its eyes exuded a cruel and fierce light, and its sharp teeth were all bared. Viscous saliva flowed down from between the half-yellow teeth, and steamed hot as soon as it touched the ground. The claws are also extremely sharp. It digs the soil on the ground one after another, causing yellow sand and clods to splash.
"Huang Weasel." Ji Chuan made a judgment with a calm expression, and touched the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand calmly.
Jing Xia looked at the other party's body shape that had hardly changed, and continued to add: "Among small land mammals, the body shape generally remains unchanged, basically lower than D-level." After a pause, Jing Xia said: "This is a It is very likely that it is an E-level mutant weasel."
The sharp cry of "嗞嗞嘉嘎嘎" suddenly sounded, and the mutated weasel shook its huge hairy tail, and ran towards Jingxia with a single stroke. When it got up from the ground, the mottled and dripping wound on its abdomen, which was hit by a pistol, was completely exposed to Jing Xia's eyes.
Jing Xia subconsciously turned sideways. Probably due to the injury, the weasel's speed was obviously much slower, even when Jing Xia was caught off guard, Jing Xia perfectly avoided the opponent's attack. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw the weasel stretched out its claws and grabbed his eyes fiercely.
"!"
Immediately bending back and lowering his waist, while avoiding the sudden attack, Jing Xia punched the yellow and black figure with his right fist. As soon as the weasel was knocked out half a meter and fell to the ground, Jing Xia suddenly realized that he couldn't perform such a difficult movement at all. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a pull on his waist, and Jing Xia was pulled up from his body.
As soon as the weasel touched the ground, it immediately turned around and attacked again. Ji Chuancheng didn't even have time to move his hands away from Jing Xia's waist, so he had to maintain the posture of holding the young man with one hand and quickly backed away.
The yellow and black shadow kept jumping up from the ground, so Ji Chuancheng had to change his footwork again and again. However, this mutated weasel was paranoid for some reason. He was unwilling to give up in this tug-of-war of chasing each other, and even scratched it with his sharp claws from time to time, which made Ji Chuancheng unable to deal with it.
"Hey—", the sharp claws touched the blade, making the sound of metal impact.
The mutated weasel was knocked several meters away by the sudden impact, and finally stopped the long chase. Ji Chuancheng's plump forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed Jing Xia aside, and walked forward alone, confronting the mutated weasel.
Jing Xia suddenly opened her eyes wide: "A Chuan!"
Ji Chuancheng drew a beautiful arc in the air with the knife in his right hand, and then pointed the tip of the knife at the half-meter-high yellow weasel on the ground, but did not respond to Jing Xia's call. With a cold and stern gaze fixed on the little weasel, Ji Chuancheng stomped on the ground and rushed towards it, preemptively.
Probably because of more and more bleeding, the weasel's speed slowed down a lot. But it still fought fiercely with Ji Chuan relentlessly, letting its sharp claws and long knife fight against each other. I don't know how long it took, it jumped up and stretched out its claws to scratch Ji Chuancheng again. The latter reacted quickly to meet it with a blade, and then raised his foot to kick Huang Weasel's soft belly.
This kick seemed to hit the original gunshot wound, and the weasel struggled on the ground for a long time, but in the end, blood flowed on the ground more quickly.
"Hey..." The piercing cry kept coming, and the mutated weasel slowly stood up from the ground, as if it wanted to fight again.
But Jing Xia looked at Ji Chuancheng's suddenly shaking body, barely using the tip of the knife to stabilize his figure, and he suddenly understood.
This man has barely closed his eyes for four days! Only when everyone stopped to rest and eat, the other party would close their eyes and rest for a while, but now...he probably didn't have more physical strength to fight another tug-of-war.
Fingers tightened slowly, Jing Xia gritted her teeth, took a step and walked towards the battlefield again. If he was the only one, even though the opponent had been seriously injured and his strength had dropped drastically, it was impossible for him to guarantee a stable victory over the opponent with his current body.
So... It is necessary to lure the enemy to go deep.
"Jingxia!"
Ji Chuancheng opened his eyes wide in shock, watching the young man step by step towards the mutated weasel who seemed to be cornered. He clenched the handle of the knife tightly, but the physical strength he had consumed in the long and fierce battle just now and the exhaustion from not sleeping for four days made him know that there must be a breakthrough in this battle.
Listening to Ji Chuancheng's voice, Jing Xia raised the corners of his lips slightly, and gestured with his right hand behind his back. Ji Chuancheng understood in an instant, he watched Jingxia walk towards the enemy step by step in silence, and clenched the handle of the knife with his right hand.
Even before the end of the world, weasels have always been disgusted and despised by people. Different from its seemingly docile and cute appearance, the weasel has a cunning and cruel temperament, and its methods are cruel and ruthless. It will never let go of the weak animals it encounters, even if it can't finish eating, it will definitely kill them all.
But now, Jing Xia calmly walked step by step towards the animal that was obviously more cruel and cruel after the mutation.
The weasel watched Jing Xia approach, the steel hairs all over his body became sharper, and he stared at Jing Xia's movements with bared teeth and pupils. When they were about three or four meters away, Jing Xia suddenly stopped, and looked at the mutant beast with a half-smile, its body clinging to the ground.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense, Ji Chuancheng approached lightly with a knife, while Jing Xia confronted the mutated weasel. This situation made the latter keep guarding left and right, guarding against the cooperation of Jing Xia and the two of them. It keeps issuing "beep beep" warning sounds, but it has no way to break the current stagnant situation.
"boom-"
"Crack, crunch!"
Jing Xia stomped on the ground and raised a burst of loess to hit the mutated beast. The weasel screamed strangely unexpectedly, but it was only for a moment, and it ran towards Jing Xia with fierce eyes. The speed was extremely fast, he jumped nearly two meters with one kick, and stretched out his paws to hit Jing Xia with a blow.
The latter didn't hesitate to give in, and turned his body slightly, Jing Xia clenched his left hand into a beautiful flat uppercut, hitting the soft back hard. The weasel uttered a sharp cry, then fell to the ground with a slam, and then sprinted towards Jing Xia's calf without pausing, its sharp claws heading directly towards the exposed ankle.
Jing Xia jumped up immediately, and didn't fight back, but turned around suddenly and ran back. His speed was not as fast as that of the weasel, but he won by surprise, so he was temporarily ahead by about one meter. Running side to side in an S-shaped route, Jing Xia seemed to be running aimlessly, but gradually the weasel formed a fixed running angle.
Suddenly hiding behind a mutated thick coniferous pine, Jing Xia suddenly stopped and stopped running, but the weasel continued to run forward for half a meter before he could react. When it just realized that the nasty human was gone and was about to turn around, a silver cold light hit its head.
With a sound of "clank", the weasel reluctantly stopped Ji Chuancheng's knife with its sharp claws.
It gritted its teeth and did not move again, when suddenly a slight and sharp sound of breaking wind sounded from behind it, and a decisive knife cut from the weasel's neck to its tail, splashing out gurgling blood.
"Gah!"
After the miserable cry, the weasel was chopped down to the ground, slipped three or four meters away, and fell into the grass. He lay dying on the ground, letting blood flow from the wound on its back and abdomen. It barely struggled on the ground and kept crawling away from this place.
Jing Xia put the long knife back into the scabbard, and watched the mutated weasel slowly crawling away expressionlessly, without any intention of chasing after it.
"Master, why did you let that thing go?" After confirming that the battle was over, Steward Wang and Qin Chu came out of their hiding place. Standing on Butler Wang's shoulder, Little Hei Tuanzi also seemed to be calling strangely: "Chi Chi?"
"It's almost dead, so there's no need to chase it anymore." Ji Chuancheng approached slowly, and then explained: "Excessive bleeding and serious injuries, in this kind of mountain forest with such strength, this mutant weasel can survive at most one night."
Jing Xia also nodded: "Fortunately, the strength of this mutant beast is not high, so it is relatively easy to deal with. After Sister Qin's physical condition improves, it will be easier for us to deal with." He closed his eyes and looked at the round black ball, and snorted coldly: "That's it. It looks like a mutant beast, and it doesn't even have any attack power. It really can't be of much help."
"Chichi!" Staring at Little Mung Dou, Hei Tuanzi's soft fur all blew up.
With a disdainful snort from his nose, Jing Xia simply turned his face away from looking at this little thing.
This battle didn't last long, and when everything returned to calm, the sun had just risen, and the temperature still had a hint of coolness in the morning. The bright light falls from the gaps in the sparse leaves, and the breeze blows through the leaves, making a sound of humming. The entire jungle was quiet and peaceful, even when the group of four packed up and started on the road again, it was only dawn.
While walking, Jing Xia rubbed the splashed blood on her left hand.
The level of this mutated weasel is very low, and even the outer skin has not evolved to a tough level. It only has sharp and sharp claws and an astonishing speed, so it is quite easy for them to solve it. But somehow, the blood spurted on the back of Jing Xia's hand couldn't be wiped clean, Jing Xia rubbed it for a long time before the color faded a little.
"Little bastard." A muffled female voice sounded from Jing Xia's side.
He looked up subconsciously, only to see Qin Chu walking beside him at some point.
"Sister Qin?"
The slender brows were slightly frowned, and Qin Chu showed hesitation. After a long time, she sighed and asked, "Where did you learn the fighting skills and that... that gesture?"