hero?it must be me

Zheng Qi's words made Tristan startled again.

"Compared to the hypocrisy and hypocrisy just now, this mean and shameless look is right."

Zheng Qi moved his neck.

Without the weather like a sandstorm, his sense of smell came in handy again.

Most of those fugitives have now received assistance from Lixiang and the others in the rear.

and so--

"A donkey, a donkey!"

—— Zheng Qi's feet smashed the ground.

Long Yan and Lei Guang on top of their fists roared again, and he rushed towards Tristan who stood still and seemed unable to react!

"Heh, even the mind is like a monster."

However, Tristan just smiled and plucked the strings.

In an instant, tiny scarlet flowers bloomed all over Zheng Qi's body.

Those are the flowers watered by Zheng Qi's blood.

And Zheng Qi's forward movement was also forced to stop.

Because his eyes are also one of the places where the flowers bloom.

"it turns out……"

However, seeing Zheng Qi's bloody appearance, Tristan's expression turned serious.

When talking with Zheng Qi, when he was plucking the strings, he relied on the terrain surrounded by hills, relying on the demon strings in his hand, and set up a lot of [traps] between the two of them.

Tristan's treasure, the demon string Fernot, yes, in fact, his treasure is essentially that [string].

By plucking this string, Tristan can launch an invisible vacuum blade.

Not to mention that it can be launched from various angles, the flying speed of the vacuum blade is also extraordinary. Reload speed.

Moreover, he has done a lot of development on Fernott's attack methods in his lifetime as a soldier.

As just now, the means of arranging [trigger traps] with obstacles is one of the development results.

Correct.

From the very beginning, Tristan had no hope of making Zheng Qi retreat.

It was only in the first confrontation that he realized that it was never a good idea to fight Zheng Qi in close combat, so he used words to buy time to set up these traps.

Different from the tentative first strike before, these traps are all the results of real efforts, including killing intent.

but--

"Even if I play with all my strength, it can only cut flesh..."

Looking at Zheng Qi who closed his eyes and buried his head, Tristan looked a little ugly.

He originally wanted to use these traps to tear Zheng Qi apart.

However, it only caused Zheng Qi to suffer some flesh injuries.

...Well, at least he managed to hurt his eye.

Here the mission of the king is still the most important.

Thinking of this, Tristan was about to pull away and leave.

Zheng Qi's several charges made Tristan realize that Zheng Qi is not as good as him in terms of agility.

That kind of ultra-close-range high-speed heavy punch may be some kind of technique... Noble Phantasm, or inherent ability.

In short, if you just want to get rid of him, it's not too difficult——

"laugh!"

Tristan turned sideways suddenly, narrowly avoiding the two strange rays coming towards his throat.

However, it wasn't just these two strange rays that attacked him.

"Clang!"

chain.

——A dark green chain about the thickness of an adult male's arm came through the air, tightly binding Tristan's left arm!

(This?!)

Tristan looked at the chains that bound his left hand in amazement.

Since he could notice the surprise attack of Zheng Qi's two rays shooting out from his eye sockets, he of course also saw this flying chain.

However, he couldn't escape.

Correct.

It's not that I didn't hide, but I couldn't hide.

Obviously he has realized where the target of the chain is, and he has clearly seen the flight path of the chain.

But he just couldn't escape.

This……

There is only one explanation for this.

"Treasure Phantasm..."

"Since I was kited a few times, I have been thinking about how to deal with you nimble guys, and then I remembered."

Letting the blood flow like tears from under the newborn's eyeballs, Zheng Qi raised his head and stared at Tristan, whose expression had become gloomy.

"This is said to be a dueling method that was popular in Europe in the 16th century. Two men hold the ends of the handkerchief and fight each other. The one who lets go will be considered the loser."

"Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of carrying a handkerchief with me, so I will use this instead."

"So, what's up, donkey?"

Looking at Tristan, Zheng Qi suddenly smiled.

"I'm here first—"

As the left hand pulling the chain of resentment exerted force, Tristan at the other end suddenly felt an indescribable force coming from his left hand.

He subconsciously wanted to resist, but then, he realized that his panicked subconscious behavior was too stupid.

Among the round tables, if it's an arm wrestling...

Who would want Gao Wenqing, who was approaching noon, to be his opponent?

It was almost as if he was about to tear off his left arm, the force was so great that Tristan's body was dragged towards Zheng Qi in a blurry manner.

Then, what greeted him was Zheng Qi's impatient right fist.

"—Boom!!!"

Flying faster than when it came, Tristan's body flew out backwards.

"22."

Feeling the feedback force from the stretched chain, Zheng Qi suddenly spit out a number.

"You just said 23 sentences of nonsense to me."

"So, I will punch you 22 more times."

Looking at Tristan who staggered to the ground, Zheng Qi said calmly.

"get ready."

Chapter 325 Chapter 25: Go out and walk, you must keep your word

His body was flying in the air like a tattered paper kite, and the fierce force that suddenly penetrated into his cranial cavity made a follower like Tristan, who had experienced many battles, feel a momentary blankness in consciousness.

What power is this?

At this moment, he was not able to calmly and coldly think about the countermeasures as usual.

In Tristan's mind, the first question that popped up was this question.

What power is this?

Indeed, among the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan was not a knight known for his strength and fitness. In fact, in terms of physical ability, he probably would not rank among the top five in the entire Knights of the Round Table.

However, this doesn't mean that Tristan is a knight who can't do anything after being approached by the enemy.

Yaoxian did show an extraordinary long-range attack ability in his hands, but even without using this Yaoxian, Tristan was already an excellent man with necessary combat skills such as equestrianism, fencing, and spear skills that are worthy of praise in the world. knight.

In other words, even if he puts down the string and picks up a sword and spear, Tristan can still fight as a powerful servant.

Not to mention, after receiving the [blessing] from that Lion King, Tristan was already completely different from the past.

Regardless of the other benefits brought by [Blessing], the enhancement of physical ability alone makes Tristan different from what it used to be.

——However, even so, he still couldn't break free from the current predicament.

Suddenly, the majestic force transmitted from the left arm once again dragged Tristan, whose figure was blurred in the air, to stay in the air for half a second, and then was pulled to the ground again at an alarming speed.

Immediately, with a heavy punch, he hit his face accurately again.

"Oh!"

"21."

Accompanied by the dull sound of physical collision, at this moment, Zheng Qi's calm words became the only clear voice in Tristan's shaking brain.

His body flew towards the sky uncontrollably again.

"Clang!"

Because Tristan took off so fast that almost in the blink of an eye, the dark green chain that bound Zheng Qi and his left arm stretched straight, making a clanging sound that seemed to shake people's hearts .

At this time, what should we do?

Tristan does not have much experience in countering opponents in the air, but his combat experience can always make him think of some compromises in this situation.

For example, relying on my own reaction ability, which is also second to none in the round table, try to stabilize my posture in the air and wait for the opportunity to move.

For example, at the moment of being hit and flying next time, try to break free from the strange chain that is biting your left hand, and re-open the distance from the enemy.

For example, find a way to make his Yaoxian tremble slightly. As he said, his Yaoxian doesn't need much preparatory action, just a slight hook, and he can launch a blow that may turn the situation around.

——However, he couldn't do these ideas.

It's not that I haven't thought about it.

But can't.

Not only because Zheng Qi's overly heavy right fist can shake his mind almost every time, but also because every time Zheng Qi's fist hits his face firmly, there will be an extremely contradictory feeling. Energy poured into Tristan's body.

Both hot and cold.

While disturbing the flow of magic power in his body in an unscrupulous way, he was also like a hungry monster, devouring the magic power within his reach.

The scorching heat caused him pain.

The coldness made him dull.

These complicated factors were intertwined, like a pair of invisible giant arms tightly pulling on Tristan's body, making him unable to move, and seeming to tear him apart in the next moment.

Is it a curse?

Is it toxin?

or something else?

Tristan couldn't comprehend exactly what the energy was raging through him, but he felt incredulous.

With the king's [Blessing], he should be almost immune to these low-handed methods.

In fact, Tristan did feel it too.

It's like you have practiced shooting all year round, and when you reach a certain point, you already have a premonition in your heart about whether the ball will go in or not as soon as you take the shot.

When he took the initiative to trigger the power of [Blessing] bestowed by the king, Tristan had a feeling that "should" be cleared.