Food Hunter

The same type of mindfulness moves, a battle between a general with a sword and a Guanyin with a thousand hands.

Despite the many palms of Guanyin, the general, with a precise sharp knife, just turned the duel into a complete balance of power.

Even if Nitro used the diversified characteristics of a hundred palms to hit the volleyball in a tricky trajectory, he could not avoid the long sword that Luo cut every time.

The volleyball that goes with the flow goes back and forth, and no one can do anything about it.

However, as the speed of the ball became faster and faster, both sides began to feel strenuous.

The key to this matchup is volleyball, not simply head-on. Once the volleyball bursts on which side, which side loses.

The volleyball flew from point A to point B and then from point B to point A during the constant calculations of both sides. The process to the end was the same. It was all wrapped in thought at the beginning, and then dispersed when it was about to reach the end All the power of thought is gone, and it becomes a fragile volleyball.

Ordinary people who want to fight back without destroying the volleyball can be described as staggering.

If you only consider returning volleyball, then volleyball will basically explode directly.

If you only consider the preservation of volleyball, then the strength and speed of the counterattack will be weakened, and then the opponent will counterattack in a more ferocious way, thus falling into chronic death.

This confrontation tests the all-round qualities of a person who thinks about abilities.

Eyesight, reaction, calculation, manipulation...

However, both humans and volleyball have their limits.

When the speed of the ball becomes faster, the difficulty of assigning the thought force to the volleyball becomes correspondingly higher, and then it loses control when it reaches a certain point.

Who will welcome that moment first?

The two can't judge, they can only do their best to ensure that there are no mistakes.

The professional hunters attracted by this duel went to the top floor on the other side and were stunned by the scene before them.

The solemn golden Guanyin and the majestic White Jade General are both visually oppressive phenomena.

"That's the president's..." A middle-aged man in a suit trembled, and said in amazement: "On the other side, who is it?"

"Are you kidding? I was hit by that ball, and I was seriously injured if I didn't die, but what's the speed of bounce back and forth?"

"Don't talk about the ball, it's very hanging when stepping into that range, right?"

"It's terrible, this is the strength of the president, but who is that person?"

"There are too many afterimages, I can't see the face clearly."

"I can barely see it clearly, but it looks very strange, as if I am not a member of the association."

About a dozen professional hunters stood on the top floor on the other end, watching the confrontation between Luo and Nitro, only to feel the slightest coolness running around in the body, and goose bumps all over his body.

Even in the engrossed confrontation, Ron and Nitro paid attention to the other person on the top floor, but they didn't care about it at all.

As volleyball goes back and forth more and more, Nitro's regret becomes deeper.

Before the start, Nitro hopes that this will be a fun and fun game, and it is indeed fun enough. This is the feeling that no one will bring him in a volleyball game in the past.

But, after all, this is just a more entertaining game. There is no sense of crisis of being on the edge of a cliff, and no sense of tension of life and death.

Therefore, he is very dissatisfied. Compared with games, he hopes that this is a duel that really needs to devote everything to life.

But is it possible?

It's because it's impossible, so I regret it.

The evening breeze was shattered, and the confrontation lasted for more than ten minutes. As the volleyball was about to reach its limit, the strength of the two and the maneuverability of thought power were like a stretched rubber band, as if it would break in the next second.

"Boom!"

When the volleyball flew to the center of the two, it exploded without warning.

There were no loud noises, no exaggerated air waves, and a balloon exploded to end the ravaged process.

According to the rules, this should be a tie. From an onlooker perspective, it is difficult to tell who has the upper hand.

At the end of the duel, the remaining power of the aura still remained.

The two of them stared at each other in the air, with white air lingering above their heads.

Luo twisted his neck, took out his robe and put it on his body, concealing the traces of the missing left arm.

The result was undivided, but it became much more comfortable after venting.

"It's worthy of a hundred-style Guanyin, all palms move together, preventing dripping water, there is no gap at all, but after all, it is not actual combat, there are many restrictions on how to play."

"If you replace volleyball with an iron ball, I will win 100% of the rules. As for actual combat, if you don't care about life or death, it's really hard to say."

"But I can win!"

Because of this game, there is no reason for self-confidence.

Although Nitro has passed his heyday, he still has nearly 15% room for improvement.

Luo thought silently in his heart, and then looked at Nitro, who didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "Don't play anymore, right?"

Nitro raised his eyes and looked at him, and said, "Well, exercise moderately after a meal, but it's still early. Let's chat with the old man."

"Chatting is not a problem, I will accompany you when I get the license." Luo smiled slightly.

"If you want a license, just go to the test." Nitro stretched out his little finger to dig his ears. He knew he couldn't keep Luo from chatting with him.

"Oh, then I'm leaving."

Luo simply turned around and walked towards the entrance of the corridor. After a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Nitro, doubting: "Aren't you going to stumble me?"

Nitro narrowed his eyes, smiled twice, and said seriously, "Who knows."

Luo's face was dark, not to mention whether Nitro would trip, soldiers came to cover the water and soil, just a hunter test.

After figuring out the joints, Luo vaguely glanced at the audience on the other side of the building, flashed into the corridor, and disappeared above the building.

Nitro looked at the entrance of the corridor and silently said, "I was slightly suppressed, and did I still have a hand?"

In the previous duel, he didn't see any sense of existence of the Lin Nie sect. Obviously Luo Xiao hid a hand, and he used Bai Shi Guanyin's hundred hands against General Luo Na Baiyu's knife.

"It's only been a few years, this brat is really terrible."

Nitro scratched his head, ignored the audience on the other side of the building, and walked leisurely towards the entrance of the corridor.

"Is there any way to make Luo want to kill me?"

Where no one can see, Nitro gave a dangerous smile~www.ltnovel.com~ This kind of thought is really extreme and dangerous.

However, Nitro can only think about it.

No one knows the deep regret, but there is nowhere to be placed in this night.

On the other side of the building, about a dozen hunters watched the president walk into the corridor, still standing in place, with no plans to leave.

At this moment, they are thinking about the confrontation just now, and there is a doubt in their heads: who is that person? Actually, he was able to compete with the president.

Luo didn't take the elevator, but the stairs.

Go down the stairs slowly.

"You have to contact Marge and apologize to her first."

"If you can't get in touch in a short time, go to Lin Nie first."

"Before leaving the association, I'm going to visit Sambika."