Above The Sky

Everything was too sudden, even the seasoned hunter didn't react for a while, and he was hit by Brin firmly, and the short knife that was originally aimed at the back of the heart just pierced into the lower part of the left lung, and was hit by the rib bone. The board and the sturdy muscles of the White People got stuck.

How powerful is a tall, sturdy tall man who slams all over his body? The swordsman, who was only about 1.45 meters tall, immediately held his breath, almost did not faint, and the knife in his hand even loosened.

But Brin couldn't really solve an enemy with such a collision.

When the herb collector folded his hands and wanted to grab the native's neck and strangle him to death, the skilled hunter resolutely raised his leg and kicked his knees, slamming Brin's lower body, and then taking advantage of the pain in the opponent's movements, he slanted, Get out of Brin's grip with a swift kneeling position.

At this moment, the two indigenous hunters behind have caught up.

Almost being counter-killed, the frightened knifeman scolded the swear words and picked up his short gun from behind. Seeing that he was about to stab to death Brin, who was already half-kneeling on the ground, with a twisted face in pain.

Accompanied by a strong wind, a bucket suddenly flew over and flew straight towards the knifeman who was about to stab.

In this kind of raid, the swordsman on weekdays can dodge a hundred times when he encounters a hundred times, but at this moment he is extremely angry and excited, and he has already raised his hand to exert force. When he noticed the bucket, it was too late, so he could only raise his hand subconsciously. Block.

Seeing that it was just a bucket, he was even relieved, obviously he didn't think a bucket could do anything to him.

But the knives who haven't studied physics have never thought about what is in the barrel and what force is used to throw it out, so that it can travel in a straight line without any tumbling.

Bang!

The next moment, under the horrified gazes of the archers and dartists who came over, the swordsman who raised his hand to block flew upside down the moment he was hit by the bucket, his body floated in the air, and accompanied by a crisp fracture sound, The right hand used to block was also bent at a strange angle, and the whole person fell towards the ground with his head down, and the short spear in his hand came out of his hand, spinning in mid-air.

The short spear, which had not waited for it to fly, fell, inserted into the ground, and the bucket that correctly hit its target exploded immediately.

——All kinds of martial arts, this is the coastal version of lime powder!

Brin, who was half-kneeling on the ground, knew that the bucket that saved his life was Ian's seafood - but how did he aim and throw objects so precisely in the dark jungle?

Is it psionic?

Also, that kid, how can you have so much strength?

Before he could think about it, at this moment, Brin saw the figure of a boy quickly straddling the roots and vines covered with moss, and rushing towards the natives who were shaking off the sand.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he didn't have time to slow down his emotions. He felt the pain of being stabbed in the chest and lungs, and he became anxious on the spot: "What the hell are you doing, hurry up!"

To be honest, Brin was almost in a hurry to die - if Ian died, he would have no good fruit to eat when he returned alive. Even if Elder Pude didn't blame him on the surface, he would never have a good life in the future.

Think about it, that old man has united all the white people in the Nanling immigrant area. He has been a ruthless character who has been an elder for decades, and he has grown up watching his elders. Brin doesn't want to suffer even if he dies!

On the other hand, if he dies, but protects Ian, then his wife and children can be well-placed. Ian accepts his love and will take care of his family in the future, regardless of his past minor incidents.

——But the question is, how can an eight- or nine-year-old child have the courage to charge head-on with an experienced native hunter? !

Sure enough, Brin, who was struggling to stand up, saw in pain that the archer who had been covered in sand just now was pulling his short bow fiercely. He was not fascinated by the sand. At such a close distance, there is no reason for the natives to miss out.

But before the archer let go, a ball of damp mud smashed into his face.

Within seven steps, the throw is accurate and fast!

Ian is ready to go, and his speed is naturally faster than the natives who were raided. For a while, the sand scattered and mixed into the archer's eyes and mouth. The stimulation of the mucus secreted by the seawater and various seafood made him cry, and the impact of the mud ball itself The force made him stagger, and he didn't know where the arrow was shot.

But even so, he was still brave, threw the short bow directly, took out a short knife with rust stains from his waist, and rushed towards Ian.

The rust blade is poisonous and more capable of killing people, and there are still bloodstains on it. Obviously, their team of hunters has already killed other unlucky targets.

But this time, it was doomed to fail.

On the other side, with fear, anger and adrenaline, Brin forcibly stood up. With a roar, he pulled out the knife pierced by the knife from his chest, and then slammed towards the blowtorch who wanted to cooperate with the archer's attack. cast.

Although the blowtorch was alert to the sudden appearance of Ian, he did not relax his vigilance against Brin, and evaded with a single dodge.

Indeed, in this breath, he couldn't cooperate with the archer to deal with Ian, but he was only a child of eight or nine years old, and his partner could not lose no matter what he thought...

Before he could finish thinking about this idea, he was stunned to find that his old partner had already let out a shrill scream, which sounded like someone kicked his lower body out.

At a glance, the natives who attacked Ian collapsed in shock. His lower body was dripping with blood, and he was obviously beaten and broken.

Thanks to the native's height, Ian didn't have to jump to get to the point.

——All kinds of martial arts, this is ergonomics!

"How is it possible, how can this kind of child have such great power?! (Traditional)"

It was difficult to contain the puzzlement in his heart. The flutterer was originally doing reconnaissance and sneak attacks in the team, and he preferred flexibility rather than strength. He thought to himself that it was impossible for him to let his partner make such a scream, and it was impossible to throw it out. It is difficult to understand the current situation because it can smash the bucket of the thrower.

But this is the end. Facing Ian, who has broken the archer's throat with one foot, and stepped on the lower body again, making sure that the opponent is completely dead, the blowtorch knows very well that he can't escape.

He could see that Ian's arms and fists were glowing with a faint blue light, which was the power to defeat the archer in an instant, similar to the phenomenon that he only used in the most ferocious beasts, the elite warriors of the tribe and the chiefs. I have seen it.

No time to think.

The moment Ian stepped forward and charged towards him, the blowtorch immediately took out a sharp, poisoned wooden knife from his arms, intending to use this dangerous weapon to force the opponent back.

Even, kill each other!

A brave hunter can swing his sword without fear even in the face of the attack of a blade-clawed tiger, bringing hope of victory to his compatriots.

Pfft—a bag of sleeping powder hit him in the face.

The good smell of flowers permeates the air, and the flutterer is bewildered.

Then, a gust of wind blew his face, one hand knocked down the poisonous knife in his hand, the other hand grabbed towards his face, thumb and forefinger inserted into the sockets of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, it was a button that was forced inward.

It all happened in an instant, he died.

The battle is over.

"Silly."

With blood on his hands, Ian put down the corpse of the fletcher who had just stopped struggling, and he took a deep breath: "These natives are really not very smart - thanks to your help, Uncle Brin, without you attracting attention, I really don't know. to kill them."

He said it in a relaxed and freehand manner, and he didn't care that he stepped on his own hand and killed a person just now. Ian even moved his right hand and thoughtfully recollected in his heart: "The eyeball is harder than I thought... Although the natives look small, like other Terrans, their physical strength is actually quite good."

"It's a pity that there wasn't enough time last time, and now is not the time for an autopsy."

"**!"

And Brin, who just stood up straight, stared at Ian in horror rather than in shock, as if he was looking at an extremely strong fool: "You put a whole bag of sleeping powder When the hidden weapon was thrown out?!"

He didn't even have time to be shocked that an eight or nine-year-old child could kill two native hunters so easily, the heart-wrenching pain made it hard for him to breathe: "That's dozens of thalers—tens of thalers!"

He coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm—the chest and lung injuries that had been stabbed by the native had already affected.

"Don't get too excited, Uncle Brin."

After dispersing the essentia condensed on his arms and fists, Ian came to Brin's side and helped him lean against the roots of the tree: "Your lungs are injured and you can't exercise vigorously. Take a moment, we will return to the port immediately."

The ribs in front of the lungs and heart of the Terra people are blocked by a bone plate structure. If the knife is not stabbed deeply, at most, the bone plate will be pierced, and the internal organs will not be damaged.

Even if the lungs are injured, as long as it is not serious, it will not be a problem to save Brin's life with the means of Elder Pude.

"It's okay...the knife wasn't that deep, he didn't fully pierce my ribs."

Accepting Ian's help, Brin, who was breathing evenly for a while, finally had the energy to look at Ian, who was thinking about something. The herb collector said in disbelief, "Am I dreaming?"

"Ian, how can you have so much power?"

"The answer is psionic power!"