Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 106 Completion

Claude will surely continue to cast magic arrows if the two big men who catch up with him continue to rush forward. But now that the two men have stopped to look at the injuries of the two men who fell on the ground, it gives Claude plenty of time to strain.

With a thought, Claude decided to try the psychic shock. How harmful is this spell to people? Aren't the two members of the Black Snake Club the best test subjects in front of us?

“Tap!” Claude scolded softly, targeting the black man with the square iron ruler on the right.

“Uh...” The black man was like a stuffy stick on his head, shaking his body, rushing forward two steps, holding on to the mud wall next to him, not falling to the ground, just the look on his face shifted from fierce to a little confused.

Again, "Bang!” Claude gave another spiritual shock to the black man.

This time the black man's neck was obvious, as if a stick had actually struck him on the head. He twirled in place for two turns, seemed to have a feeling of spinning day and day. The square iron ruler fell to the ground, his hands on the mud wall and unconsciously stroked, his mouth split open, “Heh...” smiled silly.

The other guy on the left with the triangular razor was stunned and was about to squat to see the wounded falling on the floor. I didn't expect his companion to suddenly lose his mind. But he reacted immediately. Claude must have done it!

As a personal escort to the Black Snake's three-oblique Camedy, this man with a triangular scraper should be one of the best in the group. Seeing him scream, Hard Raw changed his squat position to forward, his feet pushed hard to the ground, the whole person blinked more than three meters, the triangular scraper plugged into Claude's heart...

Claude had no idea that this big man would jump at such a fast pace that he couldn't rush to cast a magic flying arrow, which was simply a "snap” spiritual shock to the past.

It's just that the man with this fierce, unprecedented look shook his head like a stuffy stick, but he remembered the original intent of the jump, which was to strike Claude first, and then say that the triangular scraper he stabbed was almost right in front of Claude's eyes.

Claude flashed, his mouth was “tapping” again, the big man's head was again like a stuffy stick, his footsteps were a little twitchy, his body began to shake, his arms were shaking, but he still unconsciously pointed the triangle razor at Claude's hiding place.

Now Claude was welcome. He reached out, grabbed the big man's arm with the triangular scraper, broke it hard, left arm pushed forward, “chuckled”, the triangular scraper was sent into his own lower abdomen by the big man.

“Ow...” Forgive this man was struck by Claude's two spiritual shocks. His head was blank and he looked like an idiot, but his own pain still felt. As soon as the trigonometric scraper went into his lower abdomen, it hurt so badly that he fell to the ground with his wound in his arms.

Claude reached out and wiped the cold sweat coming out of his forehead. It was too risky just now. He was a little overwhelmed by magic. Considering these members of the Black Snake Club to be the dishes in his plate, he didn't expect the opponent to react so quickly. He was almost turned over by this man with a triangular scraper. Luckily, however, there were no omissions and I didn't turn my boat in the ditch.

Not to blame Claude for being so vicious, a triangular razor stabbed into this man's chin is most likely to cause fatal injury. But the big man's goal was to point directly at Claude's heart and make it clear that he wanted Claude's life. In that case, Claude doesn't mind giving it back. You want my life, I want yours, fair and reasonable. Anyway, these black snakes will die, and only more people will clap their hands, killing these bastards will do nothing to Claude.

Not far away, the black man, who was also shocked by two spirits, was squatting and shaking his head, as if he had some signs of sobriety, his hands were also stroking on the ground, should be looking for the square iron ruler he had thrown on the ground.

Well, it seems the spirit shocks that the spell also works for people, but it doesn't seem to be obvious to the beasts. Claude's research disease is starting to flare up again, and now I'm thinking about the difference between the two.

To deal with the big beasts, the cows, the horses, the boars, all it takes is a spiritual shock, which has been tested and proven. But why would it take two spiritual shocks to beat them to an idiot? And they seem to have a short time to regain consciousness...

Claude has always called this spiritual shock a knocking stick spell, but now it seems that a knocking stick can only be used as a metaphor. It's not really a stuffing stick, otherwise these big guys don't need to do it twice in a row to be idiots.

Simply comparing them makes it clear that the physical strength of those big beasts is only better than those big guys, and if it's really a stuffing stick, it can shock the spirits of those animal fragments in a second. The spell should work better on these two guys without needing to do it again. It's like a hundred kilos of sticks can smash a beast into a state of idiocy, and on the heads of these two men, they've already bled to death, rather than some confusion and consciousness.

The black man over there had touched the ruler on the ground, and he grabbed it and was about to stand up against the wall.

“Tap!” Claude gave him another spiritual shock.

Once again, the square iron ruler fell out of the hands of the black man, with an idiotic smile on his face. “Oh, oh...” He squatted on the floor and smiled like a puppy at Claude...

It seems that it should be the difference in brain capacity that causes the psychic shock to work differently. It is well known that the brain capacity of beasts is much smaller than that of human beings, so a single spiritual shock can make the beast an idiot, and the resistance of humans is much stronger. After all, it is not a real stuffy stick that hits the head. This spell should be used to blank brain vibrations in the form of mental shock waves, and only then can it explain the past.

Claudeton felt refreshed when he figured it out. Fearing that the black man with the square iron ruler would wake up again, Claude again “tapped, tapped” and gave him two more spiritual shocks.

Now the black man began to climb and crawl on the ground, like a newborn baby, occasionally falling on the ground because of the discordance between his hands and feet.

Hey, hey, there's only one squint-eyed Camadie left in the alley. Claude made an unintelligible laugh of rape and pushed him one step at a time toward that staring black snake.

Oblique Camadi was going crazy. He was going to have plenty of people on his side. He was in a fierce mood, waving the murder weapon in his hand to chase his enemies back in a hurry. It's only been a few minutes, so I blinked a few dozen times, and it's all the same. The four close guards I chased on my side have all been planted on the ground. Oh no, there's another one crawling around on the ground and crying like a baby...

Oblique Camadi winks at his triangular eyes again and seems afraid to confirm what he sees in front of him. A creepy feeling all over his body, he just felt cold, and the handle of the fine iron dagger in his hand became slippery and wet, he couldn't even hold it...

What the hell is going on, oblique Camadi remembers what happened again, waves himself and directs four of his escorts to go up and chop off this mysterious masked man, then the masked man retreats, and the four escorts wave the weapon in their hand and rush up.

Then, chasing the two guards in the front, who somehow fell to the ground, seemed to have been reckoned with, the latter two stopped and were ready to see what was going on. But the weirdest thing happened, and the guard on the right, Decolin, seemed to have been hit head-on, or twice, and turned a little dizzy. Callis on the left immediately rushed up, but seemed to have no resistance. The masked man grabbed him by the arm and directly killed him, inserting a triangular scraper into his stomach...

How is this possible... oblique eyes Camadi knows the hands of his personal guards, which are not famous for fighting in the streets, they have lives on their hands, usually even glaring at the old street can scare the cowardly civilians to cry, but in front of this masked man is like a weak chicken, his eyes are all cleaned up.

At first, when the three men were beaten to the ground, the oblique Camadi was not too panicked, it would be karate, and the masked man took advantage of the sneak attack. But now all four of these friendly guards have the guy, they can say that in the hundred wars, in the Black Snake will be the best spears!

The oblique camadi began to shake. He pointed the fine iron dagger at the masked man who slowly forced him to come forward: "You, don't come...”

Claude was like, “Okay, I'm not coming. Then come on. ”

Claude may not have thought he'd answer that, but he woke up and threw the fine iron dagger in his hand towards Claude, turning around and running.

“My grass!” Claude dodged quickly, and the fine iron dagger swept past his ear, behind him a "pounding” sound.

Turning to look at the thin moonlight, Claude saw that the fine iron dagger was impartially stuck in the vest of the black man who had been crawling around the schoolboy on the ground, and it seemed that the black man was also less ferocious, which would lie on the ground with his body shaking like a reflection, his mouth spitting blood, and he could no longer cry out.

Blame your own boss for throwing the dagger... Claude suddenly felt like laughing and looked back at the oblique camera: “Hey, want to run, no way. ”

Shaking hands were two magical flying arrows, watching as they hit the oblique Camadi's knee bend. I saw a running oblique Camadi dog pounding forward, unable to care for the blood coming out of the ground, only to scream and roll around on the ground holding my own two knees.

“Run, run again...” Claude walked slowly in his spare time. The oblique eyes of Carmady and his legs were scrapped. Two knees were shot and a big hole was broken. Such injuries could not be healed according to Claude's understanding. In the future, the oblique Carmady will become the wheelchair Carmady.

Claude walked up to him, looked down and was ready to grow. But I didn't expect the whimpering oblique Cammadey to suddenly pull a knife out of the shoe barrel and jump towards Claude.

“I like you so hard! Mixed triads have to be like you.” Claude praised.

He was on guard, his footsteps slippery, his oblique eye, Carmady, and his knife stabbed Claude in the shadow of his hand. Claude doesn't give him a chance anymore. Though he can't reach down on the ground with his oblique eyes, Claude still has two legs.

Kick your foot on your wrist, take off your short knife and drop it aside, then lift your foot up high and step down hard on the right elbow joint of oblique Camadi.

The crisp fracture was accompanied by a high scream in the alley.

“Except for the evil deeds, my ancestors passed down the most sensible quote!” Claude lifted his foot again and stepped on it, this time aiming at the left hand of oblique Camedy.

“Ow!!!!!” The high screams continue to shine.

“Too loud.” Claude said, looking at Camedy's chin with an oblique eye is a foot.

Screaming stopped, “Poop” oblique Camedy spit out a little truncated tongue, full of blood, twisted head, and passed out.

“Finish the work.” Claude whistled easily.

Without the Black Snake interception, the Shark Gerard four had entered the yard, but instead of going back to the second floor, they stood at the half-height yard wall and watched Claude alone knock the Black Snake obliquely over the ground and stepped on one foot.

Now they have one more, and Caffrey, who was in a hurry in the house, comes out and stands next to her sister Catherine. They watched Claude whistle through their door...

“It's so cruel...” Catherine muttered.

Everyone around them nodded.

“So what do we do now?” One of Gerard's men asked.

“Go to the Black Snake Club and call some of our men. The rest of us go and see if there are any more alive, some can save a few, lest this afflict us...” Gerard sighed, and his heart was inevitable. I am clearly my enemy, but now I want to reach out to them myself, I feel so unhappy...