The Fate of the Gunman

However, the dead handle wooden hanger on the other side was constantly tapping his arms around his chest.

Although he did not recognize this strangely dressed guy at first, he also remembered his'teacher' as Hei Mist said before that this person in front of him needs to be paid more attention, that is, his teacher can make him gradually The hysterical character temporarily settled down, but at this time Lancer's rejection seemed to have opened the valve, and he could no longer control his emotions.

"Since you don't want to, then just die for me!"

The absence of'Oulumite' made him feel bad, and now this guy dares to refuse his teacher's invitation, he is really seeking his own way!

And Black Mist, who originally wanted to say something, shook his head helplessly and stopped saying ha.

Although his master asked him to try his best to recruit each other, he was just trying his best anyway. Compared with him, he was still a dead-handed wooden hanger.

But for the dead handle wooden hanger, Lancer just shook his head and wanted to kill him?He is not qualified alone!

Under this mocking action, the opponent can no longer control his emotions.

"Die me!!"

Looking at the palm waving towards him, Lancer greeted him without hesitation.

If the average person knows that the personality of the dead-handle wooden hanger is'collapse', they will definitely not face the opponent. After all, the danger is too great, but Lancer does not think so.

What's the point of having a strong offensive ability?Just don't get hit.

For most people, the unbelievable conditions seemed to Lancer the same as eating and drinking. After all, he himself took the path of'agility'.

However, just in case he did not use the "Deaththorn Spear", although he does not think that this so-called personality can destroy the "Deaththorn Spear" made by the master and gifted to him, but against this guy's ordinary ice spear Will suffice.

The long spear in his hand swayed easily over the opponent's outstretched hands and slammed it on the opponent's wrist, then the spear pointed downward and pierced into the opponent's heart.

"Don't think about it!!"

With the back of his hand leaning on his chest, his palm aimed at Lancer's deadwood sling before he finished speaking, he saw the ice gun in Lancer's hand tremble, actually shifting the target to attack his brow.

Seeing that this blow was about to pierce a burst of black mist, it appeared on the top of the deadwood hanger, and then Lancer felt that the spear in his hand seemed to pierce the air.

'Space, really troublesome ability...'

There is no doubt that Black Mist directly diverted Lancer's attack in order to protect the dead handle wooden hanger, and Lancer also released his hand without hesitation.

However, the dead handle wooden hanger, as if seizing the opportunity, once again launched an attack towards Lancer.

'Tsk~!'

Although Lancer knew that Black Mist's abilities were absolutely limited, wouldn't it be invincible to pretend to be halfway to "click"?Unfortunately, he is not clear about the specific restrictions, but the good news is that the black mist seems to cooperate with the dead handle wooden hanger, so he has no time to transfer other students, and on the 13th and Aizawa Kota gathered the second class in the lower class. More than a dozen students have gathered together.

'Can't get through?Sure enough, these guys not only cut off electricity and water, but also cut off communication.'

Hearing the prompt sound of the mobile phone again, Aizawa Akita looked at the group of'enemies' gradually approaching them with an ugly expression.

Although Aizawa himself is not very famous, he is also considered to be a big name among the hidden professional heroes. The "personality criminals" caught by him do not know how many people are there, and there is no famous guy present. There is absolutely no problem with self-preservation of the strength, but the difficulty of protecting the students behind him will increase exponentially.

"Senior Aizawa, please rest assured that the equipment here is very complete. Although they cut off the communication, this abnormal behavior will soon attract attention. Everyone who wants to come to the school should come to support soon. We just need Just drag it until Mr. Oulumete arrives."

'Olumet?He hasn't come yet, maybe something is in trouble...'

No. 13's comfort only temporarily relieved him, but the problem was still there and it was not solved at all, but the battlefield in the distance also changed when the two communicated quietly.

Lancer's attacks were all diverted by the black mist, and the dead handle wooden hanger seemed to be able to attack unscrupulously, while Lancer could only evade the opponent's attack constantly, but in fact the attitudes of the two sides were completely opposite.

As the attacker, the dead handle wooden hanger can see his gnashing teeth even through the strange hand-shaped jewelry, and even his expression is a bit distorted, but Lancer, as the attacked party, appears extremely calm, in the process of dodging. There was no sadness or joy in the expression, it seemed that he had completely given up on the counterattack, but it was precisely because of this that the black mist did not dare to relax. After all, Lancer's previous raids had scared him very much.

"Asshole!! No brain!! Give it to me!! Hold his hands for me! I want him to see himself wiped out by me little by little!!!"

Facing the threat from the opponent, Lancer just showed a mocking smile and didn't say much.

If we let'Brainless' play together before for convenience, maybe Lancer would still look at each other a little bit higher, after all, it is already 2V1, and you are villains. Isn't it common sense to swarm when you know you can't beat your opponent?I waited until I was completely irritated before giving this order...

'Even being a wicked person is negligent.'

However, Lancer did not stop at all, and even sped up a bit, because compared to the "disgusting" dead handle + black mist combination, the brain that is simply good at fighting has nothing to do with Lancer. On the contrary, it is a better opponent.

but------

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

...

Looking at the rubble around him and the hall that was torn down in just half a minute, Lancer couldn't help sighing.

'Physical strengthening is really the most versatile ability...'

If Lancer's personality drawn this time is'physical strengthening', then he will definitely face the opponent with hard steel, but...

"Puff!"

Accompanied by the frowning sound, the ice gun in Lancer's hand was directly turned into fragments. It was obvious that ordinary ice guns could not withstand Lancer's full blow.

Although the heart part where the brain was stabbed was multiple fist-sized wounds, and even the sternum of the opponent could be seen through the wound, it still attacked Lancer frantically.

Normal people may lose their combat effectiveness in a short period of time under this kind of attack, but "brainless" is just like its name. It has no brain at all and only knows to execute orders, and there is no doubt that the order given to him by the death handle before is Control Lancer, as long as the body can move, then it will not give up.

The easiest way is naturally to pierce the opponent's heart with one strike, but——————

'Tsk~!'

Seeing Lu Gu Taku's nervous expression, Lancer could only change his tactics.

Even though he is wearing a black tights, the blue light on his right shoulder is still very attractive, but soon people around will no longer have the time to care about such "small things", because there are several handles around Lancer. The ice spear gradually took shape.

After grabbing a handful, he went around in a circle on the spot--------

"drink!!"

Accompanied by a burst of applause, the spear in his hand was thrown violently.

"boom!!"

Brain Wu’s right hand suddenly collided with the tip of the gun. Suddenly the one-person-high ice gun instantly turned into countless ice scum, while Brain Wu’s right hand was bloody, and he could even see the thick bones, but he was preparing. When he charged Lancer again, he found that the'target' he was looking for had long since disappeared.

"Where are you looking?!"

Lancer, who wielded two long spears, appeared in front of him with Sen Leng's voice.

Lancer's body with his right leg was shorter than usual, and the ice gun in his hand pierced toward the opponent's thigh without hesitation.

"Puff!"