The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

The opponent must be killed with one blow.

With unwavering thoughts, Jing'an's characteristics and capabilities have once again made a small breakthrough to a certain extent. The speed that had already reached the limit was stretched again at this moment, breaking through to an unbelievable point.

With the swift speed coming first, Jing'an surpassed the long-range attack method that had not yet been recovered, and even before the completion of the'ammunition loading', Jing'an rushed in front of the opponent.

The same tall body, thick iron helmet, and strange outfit with naked torso. Judging from the appearance, Jing'an couldn't find any different parts at all.

Just like the guy just now, it's not a special individual.

As soon as this thought emerged in Jing’an’s mind, an unobvious sensation of pain came from his side--compared to the maddening pain sensation like this, such a subtle tingling might even cause Let people ignore it unconsciously.

But Jing'an understood that this was a warning of danger prediction.

In other words, the opponent still has other back players.

Although the forward flapping movement has begun to show a rigid trend, under the premise that Jing'an gritted his teeth and moved, his body shape was twisted again, like a bird turning in the air, when even twisting to the side out of thin air , Went a distance of three steps across.

Immediately, a sharp white glow flashed past Jingan's position just now. Looking intently, it was a silver-white dagger that was tightly clutched in the opponent's left hand.

There is no extra leisure to consider the source of the opponent's weapon, Jing'an's eyes are concentrated at this moment. The opponent has lost all resistance, and now, it is Jing'an's last chance to counterattack.

The trembling right hand was clenched into a fist again at this moment.

It is no longer possible to complete the process of accumulating energy by simply lifting air. In order to maximize the output, Jing'an still needs to take a necessary step.

He opened his lips slightly, sucking the cold air entrapped in the snow from his teeth, and finally passed through the trachea to the lungs.

"hiss……"

The dry and cold air is replaced in the body, sufficient oxygen is supplied, and at the same time it brings a new force.

After completing a simple round of breathing, Jing An has also rushed to the other side.

After all the preparations are made, there is only one thing left.

The merged five fingers leaned forward at this time. In order to ensure that his attack could accurately hit, Jing'an also omitted the aim of the vital parts. In contrast, the target this time is the chest area covered with firm pectoral muscles.

Hold your breath and punch.

The right fist closed in front of the chest stretched forward at this moment, the action is simple and unpretentious, but it seems to be wrapped in an unspeakable force.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment, but it is instantly broken-because of the towering fist bones, at this time, the first round of intimate contact with the target has been carried out.

The seemingly tough muscles were crushed in an instant, and under the blow of Jing'an's full of anger, the breastbone that served as a support only persisted for a moment, and then it was crushed.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a dull and violent echo.

With Jing'an's blow, the tall and strong human-shaped chest was sinking deeply into the inner layer at this moment, as if the water surface was stirred up by a hammer. In the world of Jing'an that was slowing down several times, he saw that the skin around the opponent’s chest showed water-like waves. With this heavy blow, ripples were rippling at the same time. , Tear the outer skin together, until the destruction is no longer the same.

There is no doubt that Jing'an has succeeded.

At this moment, his continual characteristic ability, which he strongly supported, also dissipated instantly. As the bullet time and the giant's heart receded together, while the world was restored to its original state, the opponent's figure flew upside down like a cannonball.

Snapped! ! !

After the thunder-like explosion, there was a dull but toothy echo-the inverted figure twisted in the air, unable to adjust the body shape at all, and in the end, it was even more stuffed on the concrete wall on the other side.

The violent sound of the collision between flesh and blood and hard objects is not a weird sound that ordinary people can accept after all.

"……Uh."

Keeping the punching posture, Jing'an only felt dizzy for a while. The golden light in his eyes retreated in an instant, and even his limbs gave off a corresponding soreness and pain. He only felt his knees soft, and then he fell down limply in front of him like a doll pulled out of the iron frame.

But before he fell to the ground, the old popsicle on the side moved forward. He accurately got stuck in the direction that Jing'an had fallen over, allowing the guy who had lost his strength to lie on his back.

"Woo~"

Compared with the encrypted call of the old popsicle, what Jing'an wants to know more at this time is other content. He raised half of his arm tremblingly, whispering his lips, and asked softly at the old popsicle.

"Where are Aisha and Jasmine, where are they?"

"Sir, sir, we are here!"

Following Aisha's voice, Jing'an's eyes also turned. But just after he caught a glimpse of a bright orange light, Jing'an's vision became very blurry at this moment, as if someone was covering his eyes from behind.

He understands what is in front of him, and can even simulate the current scene perfectly in his mind through imagination.

But... he couldn't see anything at all.

The weird sense of drop made Jing'an's breath a lot heavier. He realized that his body was undergoing some unspeakable changes.

You must quickly find the next place to stay and have a simple rest.

And while Jing'an was thinking like this, the surrounding torches were lit, and the pulsating pure color glow instantly dispelled all the shadows on the half of the street.

"Sir, are you okay?"

A strong accent, a very recognizable northern dialect...Is Jasmine okay?

Although you can't see things with your eyes, Jing'an can continue to obtain information from the outside world under the premise of the existence of hearing.

The dim heat source seems to be constantly approaching, is it Aisha and Jasmine?

"Sir, first... 噫!"

The movement stopped suddenly, almost blurted out a scream. After a simple analysis, Jing An roughly judged the current situation-right now, his appearance should have a very high impact.

So much so that Aisha made such a surprised scream.

"I'm fine, but suddenly I can't see it now."

In a calm tone, the message uttered made the two people and the dog into a highly tense situation.

"Calm down, it will be fine. I just need time to adjust it."

"Either of you can come up and help me so that I can get up and walk."

"Old popsicle, you will be ahead of you later, and be careful to avoid places with weird smells as much as possible, and lead us to the residential area."

If Jing'an didn't guess wrong, the source of this round of interlayer space was a certain creature in that area.

Under the calm and clear instructions, the atmosphere of the entire team was re-adjusted, and then became cheered up. Aisha stepped forward and snatched Jing'an's arm from the back of the old popsicle.

"First, sir... are you in pain now?"

Under the trembling voice, it is almost not difficult to hear the tension and fear hidden here.