Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 567 Chapter 585: Nice skill, unfortunately a little less powerful (1 more)

More importantly, there's more than one enemy here.

Just as the cat's face mask jumped, Luke's muzzle suddenly turned.

Boom, boom!

Two sparks splashed, and a faint blue light flashed again in the other corner, revealing a shadow.

This figure is stronger than a cat face mask and basically the same outfit.

However, it has two more rounded holes under its cheeks, like four eyes. The mask's mouth and cheeks are in vertical stripe style and look much more refined.

Luke crooked his head, his mouth curled up, his mouth mumbled: "One against two, or two against one? That's the problem."

However, after being hit with a bullet, the four-eye mask, disengaged from the invisible state, did not move and remained still standing still.

The cat's face mask, standing opposite Luke, was backstroke and a metal stick appeared in his hand.

The next moment, in the twisted fine metal bouncing sound, two short metal sticks of about one meter and five popped up, turning into a two-meter metal spear.

It just came at him, howling, gently spinning the spear in his hand, slowly approaching.

Luke picked his eyebrows and glanced at the four-eyed mask that was still motionless behind it: "Cold weapons? Single choice?”

He twisted his head and thought, smiling softly, inserting the pistol back into the holster and taking two steps to the side, pulling out a decorative spear in the hand of a statue.

This decorative spear is much bigger, close to three meters long, and the thick spear of the goose eggs is quite convenient.

The cat's face mask across the street saw the spear he had obtained, which accelerated the rush up, the double-headed spear in his hand dancing, constantly changing the course of the attack.

Luke leaked his mouth and rarely used a strong force erupted, and the decorative spear in his hand sounded like a broken wind, sweeping across.

The cat face mask held its spear almost unconsciously and raised its hand to block it.

Luke's spear was sweeping, but it was incredibly fast.

It lifted its hands and threw a heavy spear in front of it.

Boo!

A loud sound of metal collision swept the body of the cat's face mask out and burst into the stone wall next to it.

Luke shook his head with regret: "Nice technique, unfortunately with little power. ”

In fact, the power of the other party is not so bad as a little bit, but rather a great deal.

Combined with the heavy weight of the decorative spear in his hand, the cat's face mask ate a small loss and even took the spear out.

Luke looked at the four-eyed mask, still motionless, and found it interesting: Is this really a fair duel?

Over there, in a loud noise, the cat's face mask, decorated with a spear, stood up, roared angrily and rushed up again.

This time, however, its footsteps are short, its frequency and pace are constantly changing, and it is obviously much more serious as the spear moves in hand.

Luke shook his head softly: "Unless you can outrage, what's the use of anger? ”

He didn't bully this guy again with his powerful powers and grabbed the middle part of the spear with his hands to greet him.

In the bell, two spears instantly collided violently.

The double-headed spear of the cat's facial mask changes its angle rapidly, stabbing, picking, paddling and pulling all sorts of techniques are smooth, and the sharp spear head is always swimming around Luke's body.

Instead, Luke took the spear in his hand as a stick, using a slightly practiced anti-hand-held stick technique, combined with some of the predictions of sensitive reactions and close-knit martial arts, to control the rhythm and intercept each time the cat's face spear turned forward.

In a moment, you see a spear dancing in a cat's face mask, but you can't even complete a full attack.

That feeling, like hitting one person in the box and lifting the fist, the other person hugs it tight and doesn't give it enough room for effort.

The cat's face was furious, and the spear in his hand drew a brilliant silver aperture in the air, but it had no effect.

Luke didn't learn much professional sticking or shooting, but he ate the cat's face to death with three points: agility 20, sensitivity, close martial arts.

It is a unique spear technique that cannot be played out in his extremely skilful personal entanglement.

This nasty tactic has so many diaphragms, just think of a boxer who can bite one ear off the other.

After more than a decade of tangling, Luke grasped the roughness of the cat's face mask and didn't mean to tangle with it again.

The decorative spear suddenly accelerated, pulling into the hands of the cat's face from the bottom up, sweeping the spear to the left and right, knocking it on its wrists.

The cat's face mask had armor protection on both hands and was not broken, but his hands were slackened by the two shocks.

Luke's spear was picked back, and the double-headed spear was picked out and plunged into the stone wall next to him.

The cat's face mask was furious in its heart, but Luke didn't stop, and the decorative spear turned half a turn smoothly, causing the lower part of the spear to come from the bottom up and punch it between his legs.

In a dull clicking, the entire body of the cat's facial mask suddenly swept away, crossing a distance of more than ten meters and smashing into the wall beneath the four-eye mask.

Luke's face smiled coldly and no longer looked at the cat's face mask under the stone wall.

Holding a decorative spear, he stretched out his empty left hand and straightened his index finger to hook the four-eye mask: “It's your turn, come on. ”

On the side of the four-eye mask, the instrument in the mask scans the cat face mask.

The cat face mask twitched at the corner of the wall, weak, unable to get up at once, Luke just broke several of his hips.

The four-eye mask finally moved.

It also jumped like a cat's face, stood more than 10 meters away from Luke, and similarly pulled a folding double-headed spear from his back, putting up an offensive posture.

With his legs stretched, he ran and rushed toward Luke.

Instead of sweeping across the cat's face, Luke moved his footsteps, keeping the distance within a certain range, but not close.

The decorative spear in both hands was held in one hand and swept towards its ankle.

The quadriplegic reaction was equally rapid, with the legs spanked away from the sweep, and the spear of both heads came in.

Luke's heart struck: This guy is much stronger than that cat's face, and he's at least 30% stronger, both in strength and speed of response.

His body rolled over, crossing his eyes, and one hand had moved rapidly between his waists, removing a tool.

Four eyes in the sky landed, and I felt my feet tight, and it was pulled backwards and backwards.

It reacted extremely quickly and suddenly two blades of wrist popped out of its left hand, rubbing them from the soles of its feet.

The power from the ankle suddenly disappeared, it rolled over and stood up and bowed slowly, but it was going to attack with all its strength.

It's right on the wrist, and there's a rope hanging there.

Luke's elementary rope technique quickly set it up when the two sides staggered away.

But the four eyes reacted really quickly, and he pulled the force, and he cut the rope with his wrist blade.