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"It's over. Examiner Aldama has been controlled by that man...hiss, his fingers are being broken one by one...next, it will be his limbs..." Long recounted the situation at the scene without giving a direct response.
"I said I have a way to make you stronger... You don't have to doubt it, right?"
The old man was not in a hurry at all and said happily.
“…Of course…” After hearing this, Long raised the corner of his mouth.
"Save the people... I'll tell you the method, the improvement you can get will definitely be huge... In addition, I can meet a small request of yours. Of course, it won't go beyond the rules. You can consider it."
Netero said calmly, "If you feel embarrassed, forget it... I'm not forcing you... I'm just doing a deal in the way you're used to."
Netero's Promise!
In Long's opinion, this value is extremely valuable!
The old man can be described as a living fossil. Even if he doesn't give me any guidance, it's still very profitable to get some secrets and information from him.
After all, there are many things that even I, as a time traveler, don’t know.
"Well... now that you mention it, I really have no reason to refuse." Long also smiled.
"Really? Do you suddenly feel that I'm a good person?... I'm old now, and I won't live for many more years, so I still care about my reputation. I've always been very caring towards you youngsters."
"Hehehe..."
Long smiled awkwardly and hung up the phone. "No more talking. If you continue talking for a while, your people will die... There is really no way to save them."
After saying that, he put his phone back in his pocket and pouted: "Just think of it as... working overtime."
He looked at Finks and Aldama, then stepped onto the battlefield.
Chapter 67: A Spider's Leg
Finks was enjoying the 'harvest' he deserved after his victory.
He was covered in blood, and Aldama's bones were broken bit by bit. His wrist and finger strength were very good, and he could easily crush some of the target's tiny bones with his bare hands... Aldama had lost the ability to fight, but he still had consciousness and did not scream.
Gradually, Finks lost interest.
This kind of torturous pleasure was obviously more suitable for Feitan than him.
Feitan is very accomplished in this area.
What Finks wanted to do was to make Aldama regret his previous arrogance and rudeness.
Suddenly, Finks stopped what he was doing and heard footsteps behind him.
That person…has always been there.
As if they were here to watch the fun...
Finks always keeps an eye on the man in the suit.
"Ok?"
He shifted his gaze from the dying man lying at his feet, turned his head, and stared fiercely at the approaching Long.
"Um...excuse me, I want to take this person away, could you please let me go?"
Long rubbed his hair and pointed at the examiner on the ground.
"what are you saying?"
There was a chill in Finks' eyes.
"Can't you?"
Hazy sighed.
"You seem very confident in your own strength... Want to save him? You try..." Finks grinned. The man in a suit in front of him had long been one of his targets. Now it was just right that the other party came to him... He said that for this year's hunter exam, only he and the knight would be enough.
However, before Finks finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank, and time and air seemed to stop at this moment.
A bent black shadow passed by him and picked up Aldama in one smooth movement. Then... it rushed to an open space more than ten meters away in an instant and put the injured person aside.
Finks' forehead was bulging with veins...
My face is burning.
So fast!
He didn't react, his body subconsciously tensed up to resist, and he thought the other party was targeting him... Unexpectedly, the man in the suit was trying to save someone!
"That's reassuring. Hey... you're not dead, right?" Over there, after Long took Aldama away, he reached out and patted the examiner's cheek, trying to wake him up.
It seems that he doesn't take Finks seriously.
All very arrogant!
Not only Aldama, but also myself...this man too.
Finks couldn't help it... He didn't expect that such an interesting thing would happen when he came to take the hunter exam.
"Let's die with him..."
Finks looked at Long's back and murmured.
The latter seemed completely defenseless against him.
Long heard Finks' whisper, took off his sunglasses, straightened his back, slowly turned around, and smiled at No. 5 of the brigade: "If it were you two little spiders, I wouldn't agree to the old man, but with just you... I'm still very confident."
Hearing the word "spider", Finks' expression paused and he became interested: "You... actually know me? Are you here for us?"
"Do not."
Long jumped on the spot and stretched his limbs. "Just happened to meet you... I don't intend to interfere in your affairs. By the way, I am also a gangster. It seems that you have been quite active underground recently..."
Gangsters...
At the same time that Lu opened his mouth, the human face button had already materialized, making a strange cry.
"So he's a gangster scum..."
It would have been fine if Long hadn't mentioned the gangs, but once he mentioned the gangs, the sneer on Finks' face became even more obvious... Ever since their brigade started to get involved in the underworld, they haven't encountered any difficult people or characters... They are all very weak.
"I am coming!"
Hazy smiled.
Immediately afterwards, he took a step and rushed over.
Finks raised his arm. Although he looked down on the man, he was injured after all... and judging from the suit man's skills, he was also quite skilled. Therefore, to be safe, it would be better to use his telekinesis... If he was hit head-on, he believed he could kill the latter instantly.
The mental power in Long's body rose and gathered like flames and changed.
It formed a burly shadow, covering the body surface.
It's a hero, Wukong!
The skill is powerful and has a 1.5-second movement speed bonus!
This caused Long's speed to soar during the attack, which caught Finks off guard. Just as he swung his arms half a circle and before he could get to the angle and posture for a punch, he was grabbed by the man in the suit with both hands. Then, Long grabbed Finks and soared into the sky, leaping to a height of nearly 20 meters.
Finks was lifted up in mid-air following Long's movements...
The ultimate skill of R is breathtaking!
Finks wanted to break free and struggle, because he had a bad feeling. The telekinesis that the man in the suit burst out was extremely powerful at this moment!
However, no matter how he resisted, it was of no avail.
The rules of the game...Control!
Unless he has the means to release control or purify himself, he can only be forcibly affected by the skill effect!
"Even if you achieve a second breakthrough, it won't change the fact that you are in a very bad state right now."
In a trance, Finks heard a vague voice.
Helplessly, he could only concentrate all his mental power on defense.
As long as he can withstand this attack, he can counterattack!
The opponent is not a reinforcement type... The power should be...
As soon as a thought came into Finks' mind, his back hit the ground and he was thrown heavily to the ground by Long.
It was obviously soft yellow sand, but it was as hard as cement. The two fell straight down. The huge impact and the damage caused to themselves were far beyond Finks' expectations... In an instant, his sternum, spine, and muscles in the upper body were all torn apart, and saliva mixed with blood spurted out of his mouth, and his pupils lost focus.
When Long let go, Finks' body was like a ball, bouncing up from the soft sand due to the recoil, surrounded by a stream of sand.
"what?"
His eyes were serious.
Get serious.
In the space of a breath, after the state of forced control was lifted, Finks was suffering from the damage that swept through all the meridians of his body. He was suspended in the air, and before he could get away, he punched him.
amazing!
Amazing will and tenacious life!
"I'll take one of the spider's legs first."
Hazy murmur.
A pure sense of heroism burst out from within the body.
Deliberate punch!
While causing a range attack, it will also generate a layer of shield for itself!
The two fists collided, and the sand nearby that had not yet fallen was blown up again as if by a hurricane, carrying a bloody man flying far away.
Finks rolled on the ground like a worn-out sandbag, blood gushing out of his nostrils and orifices...
He lay on the ground, his vision darkened, and someone was standing beside him, blocking the sunlight above his head.
As a reinforcement type, I actually lost...
If he hadn't fought with Aldama beforehand, causing his condition to deteriorate... he didn't think he would have lost.
Just a meeting...