48 Hours a Day

“What, are you ready to admit defeat?” The man standing in the middle of the road laughed.

Nevertheless, he himself has been in a vigilant posture. After two people have been fighting each other for such a long time, his consternation with Zhang Heng is gradually escalating. Instead, he has no contempt for color. To this day, he is completely like an enemy. He dares not look away from Zhang Heng at all.

Of course, whisper or say, although now he has also found that these whispers have no effect on Zhang Heng at all, the other party's mood is stable as if nothing had changed at all, but he still doesn't shut his mouth because he can release a part of his own pressure anyway.

Zhang Heng finally pulled out the [hidden sheath] between her waist after inserting Miss F's tungsten steel sword into her foot.

This knife is the first time Zhang Heng has used it since he got it because it was too overbearing.

He raised himself with Okita's best flat blue eyes and sank the tip of his knife, aiming the other guy in the eye.

The latter blinked and mumbled, “What the hell?! You don't think you can cut through my exoskeleton with a different knife? ”

After the result, it seemed to be answering his question. Zhang Heng stepped forward this time.

The man who stood in the middle of the road was not surprised. He was worried about how to force Zhang Heng and his council to fight. He came to the door without expecting the other party to send him. This is just what he wanted to do.

The man in the middle of the road was overjoyed and immediately waved his fist and Zhang Heng fought again.

Zhang Heng's [hidden sheath] and the outer skeleton continued to collide, making a clanging sound, and the sound became more and more hurried, as if it were a storm, coming to the surface.

The sound also tightened the heart of the man in the middle of the road, but then when he found that his exoskeleton was still fine under such an attack, his suspended heart let go.

However, the situation was not quite what he had expected.

He thought that once the two sides really touched each other hard, he could use the strength and speed advantage to get cheap, but it turned out that he was still a little naive. Zhang Heng didn't seem to have come forward with all his strength until he pulled out a knife between his waists to get serious.

Now his offense is as constant as the tide.

The man who used to stand in the middle of the road thought it was just a metaphor, but now he really feels like he's going to be submerged by the tide, and only has the hard support to find a chance to fight back.

But he also believes that no one can sustain this intensity for long, no matter how good the knife is across the street, as long as he can't break his exoskeleton, when he succeeds in sustaining this wave of attacks, the final winner or he.

That's what the man in the middle of the road was thinking, and suddenly he heard a strange sound, sandwiched in those tinkling sounds a little harsh, so he moved his gaze to the position where the sound came from, and also to his right arm.

There was a scene where his soul was scattered, and the outer skeleton of his right hand was already fractured with dense numbness.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the man standing in the middle of the road would never have believed that he could have defended the exoskeleton of a tungsten sword, but it was too late when he realized the situation was bad and wanted to retract his hand.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath. The next moment, he cut off the target's exoskeleton equipment with a direct knife. The blade was drawn into the flesh and even cut off the small half carpal bone. If the latter was not already shrinking, the knife could probably cut off his right hand directly.

The man standing in the middle of the road exploded at an alarming rate with the help of an exoskeleton after being injured and quickly pulled a distance from Zhang Heng.

The pain and shock inflicted on him by this knife cannot be described in words, but it has finally provoked the ferocity of his heart.

The people who were found in the garden today by Mr. G. were themselves murderers, basically carrying several lives on each of them. The wounds on his wrist, though severe, did not completely destroy his will, but rather stimulated the anger buried in his bones.

The man standing in the middle of the road found a medical gel from the waist to handle the wound, sprayed it on his wrist and bit his teeth canal, "Looks like I'm going to get serious too, I'm going to see if you can copy it again! ”

After he finished his speech, he saw Zhang Heng retrieve the [hidden sheath] back into the sheath, and then pull out the tungsten steel sword that had previously been inserted on the ground. "Unfortunately, you shouldn't see it. ”

“Just a little scratch.” The man standing in the middle of the road licked his lips and revealed a smile. “Don't worry, I'll double it on you too...”

But when he said half of it, he suddenly stopped because he noticed a piece of blood on his foot, which had fallen from the wrist of the medical gel that he had already beaten.

The man standing in the middle of the road was finally frightened. Zhang Hengzhong's location, although not immediately fatal, also left a shallow wound. If there was no way to seal the wound in time, he would most likely die from excessive blood loss.

So the man standing in the middle of the road pulled out the bottle of medical gel again and sprayed it on the wound on his wrist. Rather, these medical gels should have worked quickly, but the odd thing is that even if he sprayed the medical gel twice, his bleeding volume still hasn't decreased, and the wound actually started to rot, spraying a stench, even the nearby floral scent can't hide it.

Opposite him, Zhang Heng was no longer in place. He raised the barrel of honey spleen again and continued along the trail.

The man who was slashed by the Sheath is basically the same as being on the list of Reapers.

Not only will the wound not heal, but it will continue to rot, because of the addition of the white horse knight's finger bone to the recast material, let alone the serious wound on his wrist. Even if the man standing in the middle of the road lost only one finger, he could not leave the garden alive.

In fact, Zhang Henggang just walked out of the way and heard his opponent fall behind him, declaring the end of the war.

On the other side of the garden, Mr. G's face was getting thicker and thicker. Before Zhang Heng borrowed his sword, he said that his knife was too sharp. Mr. G also found it ridiculous, but now, when Zhang Heng would really take out a knife and use it to chop up an exoskeleton, Mr. G just felt that Zhang Heng's statement was too modest.

The knife was definitely harder than any material he knew, and when it came to making Mr. G more concerned or the owner of the knife, he was now completely obscure, both from the standpoint of humans and clones.