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Chapter 350 Cat and Mouse

Within the ethereal soul body, under the clanging third mark.

The shape of transformation, the shape of endless mind, and the shape of sharp sword are vibrating wildly.

The three different powers were mixed together abruptly, and then melted into one furnace under the rough combination of the third mark. Just like mottled metals of various colors thrown into a hot furnace, they will eventually be smelted into red and shiny iron slurry.

The red iron slurry that has flowed throughout Jonathan's inner and outer soul at this moment does not actually exist in the waking world, but it can trigger great changes that transcend the laws of secular physics!

The long golden hair was flying in the wind, like the majestic and thick mane of a lion.

The tall and straight nose exhaled thick white breath like steam, and the white air was as solid as a four-foot long sword piercing out.

The upper and lower jaws protruded abnormally with the first breath of fiery breath, resembling the head of a wild beast, but it did not protrude like a canine with a long snout, but more like a cat with a short snout. Animal, with several cat whiskers extending from its cheeks.

The two canine teeth on the upper jaw collapsed loudly, like the sheath of a hidden sword. The two long dagger-like fangs inside were exposed, faintly flashing with a sharp cold light!

The ten fingernails also disintegrated and shattered piece by piece, and curved sharp blades extended from the bloody fingertips, like a Viking scimitar.

At this moment, Jonathan's eyes faded from the human green and light white, and turned into golden and pitch black. The ink-black pupils in the dazzling golden eyes seemed to reflect a broken sword blade.

At this moment, his handsome face is no longer the same as before. He looks extremely deformed and twisted. He looks more like a combination of cat and human that violates human ethics. It makes people feel extremely disgusting and horrifying at a glance.

Feeling the arrogant and wild power in his body, he couldn't help but raise his head and roar. Ripples like heat waves spurted out from the bloody mouth that looked like a man and a beast, spreading in all directions.

A few dry grass blades suddenly burned under the heavy heat waves, and the lush green lawn lit up with little orange fireworks.

Jonathan tore off the clothes that were in the way, revealing a strong torso as strong as steel. The muscles were bulging high, but they were not as ugly as Hammond's unusually swollen muscles. Instead, they showed some kind of beauty that had been tempered, like It is the perfect body of the statue of the ancient Greek god Zhuan, faintly shining with a metallic iron-black light in the dim sunlight.

The yellow and black eyes looked at the shadows in the forest, and the pupils immediately shrank like needles, as if they could pierce through the trees along the way, and directly see the figure that was flickering back and forth behind different trees and escaping.

Jonathan stretched out his thick tongue with curved barbs, licked off the hot blood remaining on his fingertips, and showed a playful smile. While his body was enlivened by the power of the lion, his heart was inevitably stained. A hint of feline habits, a hint of the bad habit of playing with prey.

"Haha, cry, scream, run, mortal, struggle as hard as you can, and use your life to please me!"

The half-lion, half-human Jonathan sneered and lunged forward. In just a blink of an eye, he had already sprinted ten feet away. With a gentle wave of his scimitar-like finger claws, he blocked the holly tree in front of him. Cutting off, he quickly shuttled back and forth among the broken and fallen trees, and from time to time he swung his claws like silver moons, scraping blood marks one after another on the escaping prey.

Although John Watson had already turned around and ran away the moment he witnessed the sudden change in the handsome man's face, he also did not forget to turn around and shoot as he retreated, hoping to interrupt the monster's gradual deformation process.

However, the .45-caliber bullet fired from the Martini rifle in his hand fell on the opponent as weakly as a child's slingshot toy. When it hit the nearly perfect muscles, it made a crisp and harsh sound, and then even more. Even the surface skin and flesh cannot penetrate, and the dented and shriveled projectiles can only fall to the ground in despair. John Watson rolled forward again to avoid the attack from behind.

But even though his reaction was quite quick and timely. The moment he heard the whistling wind coming from behind his head, he already bent his knees and bowed his head, but he was still not able to completely avoid the attack of the half-man, half-cat monster.

Although he couldn't see the specific injury, John Watson estimated that a large piece of scalp had been cut off from the back of his head. The burning pain hit his brain nerves one after another, corroding his thinking and reason, and his right eye was even more damaged. Circles and circles turned black, but the prosthetic pupil of the left eye could still see light.

Adrenaline is secreted desperately, trying to relieve the pain of the body, so that the brain can focus on how to escape - in an environment like this at this moment, once symptoms of pain and fainting appear, it will inevitably fall into a lifeless situation. situation.

But if you can still maintain a trace of reason and struggle desperately, you may be able to win a slim chance of life. The greater possibility is to usher in eternal sleep in pain and despair.

The prosthetic eyes given by Miss Holmes seemed to be able to sense the host's danger, and also tried their best to release the imperceptible light of reason, helping John Watson calm his mind and think, allowing him to concentrate on dealing with unknown situations. Attacks will come from all directions.

But no matter how hard he tried to predict the opponent's attack pattern and how hard he tried to listen to the sound of wind and footsteps, it was all to no avail.

The half-human, half-cat monster had actually had more than one opportunity to slit his throat, gouge out his eyes, and tear open his skull, but the other party showed mercy every time, as if he couldn't bear it. Just destroy this rare toy.

John Watson now felt like a forest rat being hunted and toyed by a bobcat.

The eerie and enchanting lynx seems to be hiding in the shadows, and seems to be everywhere, ready to attack from all directions at any time.

Those sharp claws can scrape off a large amount of flesh and blood with just a single scratch - his bloody calf is the best proof.

Not only his calves and the back of his head, but the clothes on his body had already been broken into strips, barely covering his vital parts. Deep scars of flesh and blood were etched on his lean body, making people fall down with empathy at just one glance. Taking a breath of air-conditioning, I couldn't imagine how much terrible torture this person went through to become this miserable and terrifying look.

Even Jonathan, who was following the little wood rat, couldn't help but secretly marvel. He had never seen a mere mortal who could still run desperately after suffering such a tragic injury, and still have the energy to pay attention to the changes in the surrounding environment and dodge the coming attacks. Attacked and even tried to resist by shooting.

"Such a powerful vitality! Such a tenacious willpower! Such an unyielding fighting spirit!"

"It would be a pity not to embark on the path of struggle and change..."

(End of this chapter)