RPAGF Chapter 132 A Good Show
Chapter 132 A Good Show
The hanging heart finally died.
The little guy could easily stop Da Zhuang's attack with just one hand! ?
It was the first time that Machete saw such a ridiculous thing since he came to the dreamland.
No, it was not easy. Family members know their own business. The moment they made contact, Lin Hun realized that he had been too confident. The fishman was charging with all his strength, and it would have been too funny if he could simply block it with one hand.
The damage of attacking higher positions will be reduced due to the existence of lower positions. This is what Cos explained, and it is also the reason why He needs to find a higher position to help Him, but the direct physical attack will reduce less.
Lin Hun's reaction was naturally not slow. The moment he felt something was wrong, he slightly bent his knees, raised his shield and faced the fishman's head and face, adjusting himself to the best posture to deal with the impact.
In the end, the collision between the two caused the shield to be stuffed into the fishman's mouth, but he still managed to withstand the attack.
Two beings of completely different sizes appeared in front of the fishman in a very shocking scene.
The foreign object in the giant fishman's mouth made him feel quite uncomfortable. A deep whimper came out of his throat, and his head kept shaking like a canine being torn apart.
If you can't push the shield out of his mouth, just tear off Lin Hun's arm.
Lin Hun's arms seemed to be made of fine steel, and the fishman's head was fixed firmly in place as soon as it began to shake.
Da Zhuang tried to shake his head forcefully countless times, but all he got in return was the soft inside of his mouth constantly grinding against the shield until it gradually became a bloody mess.
Scarlet blood mixed with saliva kept spurting out from the gap between his jaws as he shook his head.
If it was an enemy, Lin Hun would shove his fist with the shield deep into his throat and strangle him to death. At worst, he would just kick him from the side, causing extensive tearing damage to his mouth and taking out a few teeth.
However, these fishmen are in need of rescue, so using brutal means is inevitably inappropriate.
"Forget it, I'll just let you cut in line. We're all leaving anyway, so it might as well send you off early."
Still at the same place, Lin Hun aimed at the neck of the giant fishman. Under his cold gaze, the fish scales on Da Zhuang's body exploded.
"Don't be nervous, there's no pain and it will be over in a moment."
Lin Hun's words of comfort actually worked. Da Zhuang stopped trembling, but Yu Lin was still not calmed down at all.
"Gulu!" (Get started!)
The only surviving machete fishman in the distance shouted and threw the machete in his hand towards Lin Hun's heart.
When Lin Hun was dealing with Da Zhuang, he had recovered enough to complete a precise throw, and he left the machete behind just for this moment!
The moment he heard the shout, the giant fishman arched his body forward, and the shield in his mouth went deeper. He used all his strength to press down on Lin Hun's arm holding the shield, holding him firmly in place.
He stretched out his arms, opened his five fingers and slapped forward like a pair of pliers. His palms as big as a palm fan made a whistling sound, and he wanted to slap Lin Hun into a small cookie.
Lin Hun had no idea what was going on before the two launched their combined attack. Years of action had given them a tacit understanding, and all their actions were communicated through eye contact.
But the fishman's eyes are small, and Dazhuang's head is covered with barnacles. The openings of the barnacles look like black eyes, so densely packed that they give people goose bumps.
Lin Hun did not try to find a pair of little eyes among these barnacles, and the current situation occurred due to his carelessness.
"You have courage, but unfortunately you don't have the strength."
Until now, Lin Hun actually had the time to evaluate it. He twisted his body, and rotated 90 degrees with his left foot as the axis. While dodging the flying knife behind him, he used the inertia of rotation to drive the long sword.
"Gu-lu~" (Success!)
Da Zhuang cried out with joy, but his moan turned into the sound of gurgling water halfway through.
"Gu~lulu~" (Puh!)
Da Zhuang tried to spit out the shield in his mouth, but strangely, the sound of water became stronger and stronger. He kept blowing air to try to spit out the water in his mouth.
However, the foreign object stuck in his mouth stopped his actions. He was somewhat confused and could only look at his companion in the distance with a curious look, hoping to get the answer from his mouth.
But in his companions' eyes he only saw a flash of red light and bottomless fear.
From his companions' eyes, Da Zhuang got the answer he had long forgotten:
Where does success come from? It’s just a fantasy of a fishman before his death.
"So I'm already dead—"
"chatter--"
With his last breath, Da Zhuang's voice was completely swallowed by the blood, and his consciousness fell into darkness. In the end, his tiny eyes did not lock onto the enemy, but looked at his companions in the distance.
"run!"
Kandao understood what Dazhuang meant, but could only smile bitterly.
Run? How? Where to?
As the flames swept past, Da Zhuang's body fell forward uncontrollably, his palms clasped together behind Lin Hun. He was only one centimeter away from hitting Lin Hun.
Da Zhuang's head was still on the surface of the shield, and blood gushed out from the broken neck like a fountain.
Lin Hun lowered his head in time and easily blocked it with the brim of his hat, preventing the spray from coming into direct contact with his eyes and skin. Even so, his clothes were still covered with the spray.
"Wow! This amount of bleeding is much more powerful than my period."
The tightly packed layers of hunter clothing showed its practicality as it embodied the wisdom of generations of hunters. Even liquid blood could not penetrate the protection of the hunter clothing. Lin Hun did not feel any drop of blood staining his skin.
The excellent material of the clothes could not hold blood at all. Before the blood could coagulate, it began to slide down the curve of the clothes under the action of gravity and drip from the hem.
Lin Hun lifted the corner of his clothes and shook it gently. The blood beads on it were shot out like bullets. When he looked at the clothes again, there was no drop of blood on them and they were back to their previous neatness.
"Kos's body is really good, but it's a pity that it doesn't exist in the Dark Soul world. If all armors have this function, I won't need to take a shower from the Undead Town to the church in the future."
Unfortunately, this material only exists in blood. Lin Hun sighed helplessly and started to get down to business. He placed the shield in front of him and carefully searched through the numerous barnacles on the head that was firmly embedded in the shield.
After prying off countless barnacles, Lin Hun finally found Da Zhuang's red bean-sized eyes. Lin Hun saw confusion and sadness in them, but no pain, so he felt very satisfied.
"Yes, it seems that my sword is still sharp enough. I am relieved that I left without any pain."
The shield spewed out flames, easily roasting a fresh fish head into ashes. However, the giant corpse was much larger than the machete fishman, and Lin Hun did not intentionally increase the firepower, so it would take some time for it to burn completely.
The crackling sound of the flame burning the fat and the slight sound of muscle breaking stimulated the machete's nerves all the time, and a faint fragrance emerged from Dazhuang's body.
Kandao, who had not eaten for a long time since he came to the dream, felt an unbearable stench when he smelled it, but his stomach couldn't help but growl.