Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 120 Justifiable Defense

boom!

The black shadow fell to the ground in front of Tings's astonished and terrified eyes.

The moment he touched the ground, the bricks and stones shattered, leaving behind two shoe-shaped holes.

It created a momentum and even frightened the patrolling soldiers who followed Tinggus.

They were stunned where they were, not daring to move forward for a moment.

"Throwing things at people randomly is very dangerous, whether it's to others or yourself."

"Okay, that's enough of the chase. Now it's about time you answer my questions."

Rick calmly pulled his feet out of the pothole.

From beginning to end, his body never bent even a few centimeters.

Gravity and impact seemed to have no effect on him.

His hand had already been pulled out of his pocket, and between the fingers of his right hand.

There are two flying knives that can be thrown at any time.

But the strange thing was that while Rick was speaking, he just waved to Tings symbolically.

Then he loosened his fingertips and let them fall to the ground.

However, it was enough to send a chill down Tingers' spine.

He was very familiar with the flying knife in Rick's hand.

Because they do not belong to each other, but are just thrown out by themselves.

"That flying knife is infused with the aura of war, and it can fly nearly 200 meters per second, comparable to the speed of a bow and arrow!"

"How did he catch it? Is he a monster?!"

Tingles' mouth was dry.

An extremely absurd idea even flashed through his mind.

That was at the critical moment, in the thick poisonous fog.

The gray-eyed man casually took his hand out of his pocket and spread his five fingers in front of his face.

He directly and accurately caught the thrown object that was shot towards his pupils.

All I heard was a loud shout from Tingus, who suddenly rushed forward again, drew his sword and slashed at Rick's thigh.

It seemed that he had given up the idea of ​​escaping.

He and Rick were less than two meters apart.

The closest hostage they could capture was more than fifteen meters away.

Tinggus had no doubt that at this moment he just had to turn his back.

The gray-eyed man has countless ways to deprive him of his ability to move, provided that he does not die.

Therefore, he must first hinder it, even if it is just speed.

Tinggus draws his sword extremely quickly.

He is not a rigid swordsman. His sword is mixed with a lot of magic alchemical material, spiritual pattern steel, to enhance its ability to infuse battle spirit.

The specially customized sword blade is one-third shorter than a normal longsword.

The purpose is to be several points faster than swordsmen of the same level when fighting and attacking.

At the same time, Tinges slightly bent the thumb of his left hand and immediately released the safety of the wrist guard equipment.

On his right side, the wind was blowing, and as he charged forward, a magic circle exuding a dangerous aura began to take shape.

He had used up almost all the means he had prepared to launch a strike in a short period of time.

Next, there will be a series of fierce killing moves.

Tinggus wanted to force Rick to retreat so that he would lose the ability to attack him.

For those three seconds, or even shorter, of holding the hostages.

Rick acted as if he didn't see it, just stepped forward and greeted him.

But his movements were so perfect and incredibly fast.

Both move at the same time.

However, Rick was only half a step slower than Tingus who was bursting out with all his strength.

The two people's landing positions overlap.

But Rick is on top and Tingus is on the bottom.

Just like a preset track, the latter immediately became alert but was unable to change it.

Tinggus felt as if his foot was hit by a hammer weighing thousands of pounds.

Rick's kick, filled with fighting spirit, almost crushed Tingus's left foot with flesh and bones.

The severe pain was like a long needle that pierced deeply into his head, making his face distorted and hideous.

But it still failed to cause his slashing attack to stagnate or deform in the slightest.

This is enough to show how much training this gangster high-ranking official has gone through in swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, his opponent was more than one level higher than him.

Rick has already advanced into the inner range of the slashing range.

In the blink of an eye, his hands were like lightning!

Faster than the blade reached his leg, it reached Tingus's right hand.

The picture seems to be slowed down in time.

Tinggus watched his sword disappear and his hand deform.

Click.

The sound of something breaking came from beside him, and the magic circle suddenly collapsed, turning into star-like fluorescence in the darkness.

A voice, like a messenger of death, sounded in his ears, extremely calm:

"It's a good attempt, but when fighting a professional who is one level higher than you, it's better not to rely on luck in close combat."

"Also, if it's not magic cast by a wizard, or instant spells, you should at least keep a distance of ten meters from a silver-level opponent."

"You seem to have some understanding of the difference in our strength, but your common sense in fighting against Silver Ranks is quite poor."

Rick flipped the blade.

The long sword, which was infused with battle energy of far greater density and precision than before, pierced through Tinges' arm and wrist guard easily as if it were nothing.

Before he could pull the trigger with his middle finger.

Rick twisted his hand casually, and a long needle flew past his shoulder about an inch away.

"I'm sorry, the anesthetic gas you used just now was quite effective. My fingers are still a little numb now, so I have to be a little rough with it."

"Is this your back-up plan for a feint with a chop? A clever little device. The original target should have been my eyes."

"Aiming at the same place repeatedly is not a smart strategy."

"But I have to say that among the middle bronze rank, your strength is considered top-notch. After all, when silver rank warriors are using battle breath, ordinary crossbow arrows cannot penetrate their skin."

Rick shrugged.

As he moved, Tings took several deep breaths.

The blade was still stuck in his arm, and every movement was tearing his wound and stirring his muscles and bones.

If he hadn't used War Breath to stop the bleeding.

This was enough to create a small puddle the size of a bowl on the stone tiles on the ground.

But beyond that, he is well-known among the ghetto gangs.

The "black suit" Tingges, who was constantly disturbing the city's order and the nerves of officials, had no other moves and could not do anything else.

With one of his hands almost disabled, any additional resistance might just push him one step closer to death.

It can be said that in the midst of the maddening pain and fear, Tinggus was still able to remain rational.

This in itself proves that he has amazing perseverance and endurance.

"Stop your fight immediately and put down your weapons! You have violated the city ordinance and the laws of the kingdom!"