The cystic tumor on Kenneth's back was not caused by spinal deformation.
It was a man's face.
He had no neck and just grew on Kenneth's back for no reason.
From a biological point of view, there is no way to explain how he makes sounds.
The facial features on this face are ferocious, very similar to the image of Yaksha in ancient Nanyang Buddhist murals.
It was a face with green face, fangs and fiery eyes. Kenneth was so ugly that the expression on this face was even more evil.
Two long fangs grew out of its open mouth, revealing its hideous face to Heyman.
An even more terrifying scene happened. The face slowly moved towards Kenneth's head, while Kenneth, curled up, kept repeating,
"Kenneth it hurts! Gurgle!"
Heyman now understood that the pain Kenneth was referring to was not from the knife wound, but from the fact that this face was behind his back.
This ugly face turned into a mass of rotten flesh, covering Kenneth's face like a thin film.
All facial features are affected by the film and undergo great changes.
Although Kenneth used to look ugly, he could still be seen as a human being. But under the influence of the film, Kenneth is now a living monster.
All the hair on his eyelids and face fell off, and something resembling oil seeped out of his skin and solidified on the epidermis.
All the teeth in the mouth have turned into sharp fangs in a shark's mouth. The bridge of the nose protrudes forward, but only two small breathing holes are exposed.
The bones of the face were pushed forward, and the eyes protruded and were pushed to the other sides.
The skin of the body is a dull green, and all the hair on the body has fallen off;
With cheeks growing on both sides of its neck, if it were to walk on the street, it would surely cause panic among passers-by.
A long fish tail grew behind him. Although there was no tail fin at the end of the tail, there was a long sharp thorn.
The oil secreted from his body solidified and turned into pieces of fish scales. The dark color showed that the scales were extremely hard.
Someone once said that the higher the level of the diver, the harder the scales on his body will be.
When the Deep Ones evolve to their extreme, the male Deep Ones will become Dagon, and the female Deep Ones will become Hydra.
Now the Kenneth in front of him has become a deep diver with a fish head and a human body.
It stretched its body, which had become a little stiff after the change, clasped its hands together and raised them above its head, then twisted its neck, making a crisp crackling sound.
The lifeless and emotionless fish eyes stared at the nervous Heiman, and said in a hoarse and unpleasant voice with a mocking tone,
"Oh, fresh air, but it lacks the smell of the ocean.
This friend made you laugh.
My stupid brother Kenneth doesn't understand the art of fighting at all.
Let me, Kennedy, be your opponent."
After that face covered Kenneth's face, not only his appearance and figure, but even his speaking style became different.
Previously, Kenneth had a strange speaking habit and would grunt after every sentence he said, but now after the change, the deep diver who calls himself Kennedy speaks fluently and is even a bit chatty.
Although Heyman was a little shocked when he saw the changes in front of him, he still remained calm.
No matter how powerful the enemy is, he only believes in the knife in his hand and his own swordsmanship.
When Heyman was a child, he ran around in the mountains and forests like a wild child, and developed agile movements.
He often encountered wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and slowly developed his own set of fighting skills in the fights with them.
At this moment, facing the beast-like Deep Diver in front of him, Heyman felt the thrilling feeling he had not felt for a long time.
The enemies in the past were too weak and could not withstand a single blow.
Heyman longs to become the strongest swordsman in the world. The Deep Diver in front of him is undoubtedly a powerful opponent. Only by defeating him can he become stronger.
He swung the scimitar in his hand, creating a gorgeous sword shadow. Now Heyman's eyes became more beastly than that of a wild beast.
He adjusted his breathing slightly, taking in more oxygen through the frequency of his breathing.
It could be seen from the mist around him that suddenly became thinner that Heyman was serious at this time.
"No more words, just fight if you want to."
Heyman quickly moved close to the seemingly defenseless Deep Diver Kennedy, raised the sharp Damascus scimitar in his hand, and chopped at the ugly fish head of the Deep Diver.
The Deep One who had lost his eyelids did not close his eyes like humans when he was about to be hit. Instead, he stared lifelessly at the trajectory of Heyman's scimitar, judging where the knife would hit.
Unlike Kenneth's previous head-on fighting style, after calling itself Kennedy, it moved more gracefully. Although the word "elegant" may not be accurate, there is no more appropriate word to describe its agile movements at this time.
It twisted its body like a fish swimming in the sea, lowered its head, and then pushed forward.
This simple action avoided the knife that Heyman was going to chop at its eyes.
Hyman saw the flaws in the Deep Diver's physiological structure.
That's where the eyes are.
Its eyes were squeezed to the ends of its face. If one of its eyes could be destroyed first, its field of vision would be greatly reduced.
At the same time, what the eyes see will be presented in the mind. After losing an eye, most creatures will lose the sense of balance that the body is originally adapted to.
It takes a long time for organisms to adapt to the movements after losing an eye and to regain a sense of balance before they can barely maintain life activities.
Not to mention that he suddenly lost an eye during the battle, Heyman's knife was a vicious attack.
This knife also shows that Heyman has extremely rich combat experience.
However, the knife missed, and Kennedy's head landed in front of Heyman who was still putting away the knife.
This was a headbutt, and the target of this headbutt was Heyman's currently defenseless chest.
Heyman's reaction was extremely quick, as if he had expected the knife to miss.
When Kennedy headbutted Heyman, Heyman freed his left hand and pressed on Kennedy's head, using the force of the headbutt to throw his body behind Kennedy.
The real purpose is to make an incision at the back of the neck where there are fewer blood vessels.
If its reflex nerves could be cut off, no matter how strong its motor skills are, it would be like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
While Heyman was in the air, he turned 180 degrees in the air, and Kennedy was in a position with his back facing Heyman.
Great opportunity!
Heyman immediately swung the knife again, slashing straight at Kennedy's back.
"It's not good to be so rude right away, right? Mr. Tiger-level investigator?"
Kennedy's hoarse voice rang out before the blade touched his body.
It anticipated Heyman's knife, swung its long tail behind it, and used the long spike at the end of its tail to block the sharp Damascus scimitar.
The moment the long spike and the scimitar collided, there was a sharp crackling sound of metal hitting metal, and some sparks flew out from the point of contact.
"I originally wanted to have some fun with you. Isn't it good to have a friendly chat and talk? For me, this is a rare opportunity to get out and relax."
Kennedy spoke to himself without making any other moves.
Heyman snorted, "Who wants to have a friendly chat with you monsters?"
Kennedy used the long spike of his tail to exert some force, knocked Heyman back and turned around.
"Monster? No, no, no, the Deep Ones are a race older than humans. It's just that you humans can't accept our appearance and beliefs."
Kennedy spread his hands helplessly and said.
“Before you humans existed on Earth, we the Deep Ones had already come to this blue planet with the Father God, the great Cthulhu.
We friendly tolerated the presence of you humans, but you drove us to the bottom of the sea.
You are the invaders.”
Kennedy made remarks that sounded ridiculous, but no expression could be seen on his current fish head.
Heyman was not interested in Kennedy's long speech. He just wanted to defeat the Deep Diver in front of him as quickly as possible, so he was silently accumulating strength.
He put the scimitar into the scabbard that people had always thought was a decoration, and squatted on his knees, with his center of gravity slightly leaning forward.
This is a move he learned from a wandering Japanese swordsman, called Iai Slash.
Heyman once had a big fight with the Japanese swordsman after a disagreement. After the fight, the two of them felt a sense of mutual respect and drank happily together.
After drinking, the swordsman showed Heyman his signature skill, which was the Iai Slash.
In response, Heyman demonstrated his original sword skills to the swordsman.
Both of them were shocked by each other's amazing talent and promised to use each other's skills to defeat each other when they met next time.
Although he never met the swordsman again after that, Heyman still did not stop practicing the Iai Slash.
Kennedy looked at Heyman in confusion after seeing this. Instead of defending himself, Kennedy seemed to want to say a few more words.
“Alas, it’s hard to find a human being with whom you can communicate normally these days.
Your self-righteous science and common sense are nothing but what is left over from the ancients and the great race of Is.
But your martial arts are quite interesting. They can always enable fragile humans to exert power beyond their limits.
If I am not mistaken, your current posture should be the sword-drawing technique developed by the Japanese Hayashizaki Jinsuke?"
Heyman didn't expect that the Deep Diver in front of him was actually a knowledgeable old monster. Just from his movements of building up momentum, he could tell that he was using the Iai Slash.
But Heyman smiled confidently.
The authentic Iai Slash requires that the sword be drawn and the cut be made immediately, and only when the sword is drawn and the enemy is found to have a weakness will the sword be made to cut, causing the blood to shine.
But what Heyman used was his own improved Iai Slash.
The authentic Iai Slash only has one strike, but Heyman combines the Iai Slash with his own explosive power. When the blade is unsheathed, it is a continuous slash of thirty-three.
Kennedy in front of him kept a safe distance from him, obviously knowing the attack range of Iai Slash and did not rashly step into his vicinity.
Kennedy calmly opened his palms and covered his eyes.
"Come on, let me see the long-lost Iai Slash."
Kennedy said confidently.
Heyman raised the corner of his mouth after hearing this and suddenly drew his sword.
At the moment of drawing the sword, Heyman spun sideways like a top.
Thirty-three knife lights hit the same spot, which was Kennedy's neck.
Although Kennedy put his hands in front of his neck, the wind from the knife still broke through Kennedy's defense.
Under the power of thirty-three consecutive slashes, Kennedy's two arms fell to the ground, and a deep blood mark appeared on his neck, through which the exposed cervical vertebrae could be seen.
A large amount of dark green blood flowed out from its carotid artery and fell to the ground, forming holes of various sizes.
"Chuckle, cluck"
The blood blocked Kennedy's trachea, making it impossible for him to make normal sounds.
A large amount of dark green blood also flowed out from the two broken arms, but under Heyman's control, only a small amount of blood splashed on his body.
Kennedy showed panic at the loss of control of the situation and fell to the ground suddenly.
Heyman picked up the knife and slashed at Kennedy's neck again.
"No matter what creature you are, I believe you will not survive if your head is removed."
Heyman said confidently.
Kennedy's head was chopped off by Heyman's thunder-like attack and thrown high into the air.
Heyman wiped the blood off the blade with a dashing gesture and sheathed the knife.
"It seems that this move can be improved. Thirty-three strikes are not powerful enough. We can try doubling it next time."
Heyman whispered to himself.
"One hundred and eight knives will be more effective."
Behind Heyman came Kennedy's hoarse, rasping voice.
He found that some tender granulations had grown under the two arms he had chopped off and Kennedy's head, and the nerves at the wounds were connected to the fallen organs.
"Damn it. Really difficult."
Heyman cursed angrily.
"Haha, if I didn't have some skills, how could I be so defenseless against your attack?"
Kennedy's body was recovering from his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In addition to the move he learned from the Japanese swordsman, Heyman has one last trick up his sleeve.
If it wasn't an emergency, Heyman would never use this trick.
That was about Heyman's own pride and honor, and he didn't want to use the power that he felt was disgusting and dirty.
In this pitch-black fog, a powerful wave of power appeared around Heyman.
One could sense an evil aura emanating from the power emanating from him; it was the power coming from the vampires.
Heiman is a hybrid born from the affair between a vampire and a human.
He has always refused to use the blood of that womanizing and irresponsible man, but he would only use it as a last resort when he has no other choice.
Different from normal vampire inheritance, hybrids can only learn a few vampire skills through their bloodline.
The move that Heyman mastered is called Burning Blood.