Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 338 337. Henryk

The bloodthirsty 'snoring' sound that the monster originally made from its throat turned into a whimper after being injured.

This kick is the basic move in [Xianfengji Boxing], and the Gu Yingzhong also like to use this kick similar to spear thrust.

In the hands of those purple-clothed ninjas, this kick can basically send an adult flying five or six meters, shattering all internal organs.

After Lan En stomped and broke the monster's recurve ankle, the monster with abnormally thick hair fell short by a head.

The demon hunter's palm was just able to reach the height of the monster's head.

So Lan En simply pressed the monster's side face and slammed it directly into the wall!
"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the green bricks on the walls of the alley were even shaken out of a handful of floating ash from the cracks.

The monster's bushy hair turned grey.

His head was bumped, and Lan En's palm kept moving during the monster's brief dizziness.

He pulled back the heel of his hand and at the same time pushed the monster's elbow inward from the outside.

For this slender arm, the forearm was stuck on the edge of the alley wall, and the big arm was pressed and could not move, forming a lever structure.

Under the push of Lan En's palm, there was another toothache bone twisting sound, and the monster's arm became an inverted 'V' shape, and the metal tube in his hand was dangling, but it had lost all strength. Foundation.

After the monster rushed out of the alley and the moment of confrontation passed, Mentos completed the battle plan based on the terrain and the opponent's body structure.

Lan En acted according to the battle plan, and unsurprisingly eliminated the threat of the monster within five seconds.

Even until now, Lan En couldn't estimate how strong this monster was.

Because from the beginning to the end, Mentos's combat planning did not allow them to have a chance to directly confront each other.

It's all about timing and skill.

In terms of these two attributes, there is no doubt that Lan En can crush the chaotic-minded monster from a distance.

Except for some special circumstances, real battles usually start abruptly and end abruptly.

Long periods of stalemate can tire people to death.

"Are you still conscious, sir?"

Lan En pressed the monster's head against the blue brick wall and asked calmly.

In the magical world, werewolves are able to maintain rationality. There are even examples of werewolves who feel guilty because they hurt people, and do not resist at all when they see a demon hunter.

Lan hoped that this guy was just temporarily dazzled by the bestiality he had just transformed into.

But there is no doubt that this hope has been dashed.

The profile of the monster was rubbing against the wall. It wasn't that Lan En was pressing and abusing it, but that it was twisting its body desperately, as if desperately wanting to break Lan En's skin and let the blood flow out .

It stands to reason that a normal werewolf should have come to his senses by now. It seems that this guy's brain is not human at all.

Lan En shook his head helplessly.

Step on the reflex joint dragged on the ground with your feet, and press the opponent's head with your palm.

And the hand holding Arondette pierced obliquely upwards from the lower abdomen without any hesitation.The tip of the knife protruded from the collarbone on the other side of its body.

The hand holding the handle of the knife twisted left and right twice, and the steel in the body rubbed against the bones, making a "kara-kara" sound.

Then the demon hunter felt that the body under his hand, which was still struggling, suddenly went limp.

The panting of the beast like a bellows also fell silent.

"呲~"

Lan En pulled out the long knife from the monster's body and flicked it, leaving a splatter-like bloodstain on the wall.

He raised the Lake Lady's sword to his eyes for a look, and then inserted it back into the scabbard.

The Lake Lady's Sword was still free of blood and dust, but the blood on the wall convinced Lan En that his sense of smell just now was correct.

It was viscous, thick, foul-smelling human blood.

"The blood is abnormal."

Lane muttered to himself.Even with werewolf blood, this kind of change shouldn't happen.

After talking to himself, the young man's slightly shining cat eyes turned to the other side of the alley, where there was a piece of darkness blocked by buildings.

"Do you know what's going on, sir?"

Following Lan En's calm inquiry, the sound of leather boots trampling on the masonry ground came from the darkness.

A man wearing a yellow leather coat and a three-cornered hat came out of the darkness.

Over his overcoat was a short cape, over which was a yellow visor, tied on a string.The combination of the mask and the three-cornered hat makes only the line of his eyes visible on his face, making it difficult to see his age clearly.

A large amount of blood was stained on his body, and the unique stench and sticky texture were exactly the same as the one Lan En threw on the wall.

And the most eye-catching thing is not his Victorian style clothes, but the stuff on his hands.

It was a hideous, strange serrated knife that was still dripping with flesh and blood.

"Oh..." The man in the yellow coat first looked up and down Lan En with the eyes under the three-cornered hat, and then let out a sigh of relief or mockery.

"It's hard to tell if a person still has his sanity. After all, you just asked a lycanthropic patient if he still had his sanity."

Lan En frowned, not because of the sarcasm but because of the other person's voice.

At least 50 years old, do you still have to come out to do combat work at this age?
"I'm not a local, please forgive me."

While speaking politely, Lan En spread his hands, indicating that he was not hostile.

But on his left hand, he was pinching [Yakesi Seal] in a casual gesture.It doesn't make people see that there is anything special about this handprint.

He doesn't expect [Yaxi] to be able to control the other party. This is unrealistic.He just hopes that when the other party wants to do something to him, he can be stunned for a moment.

It's an insurance policy.

Fortunately, although the other party was not friendly in terms of tone, in terms of actions, the other party also hung that hideous strange serrated knife on the back waist.

"Outlander. I can see that."

As he spoke, the man in the yellow coat sniffed slightly under his mask.

"There is no smell of incense, the stench of monster blood is freshly stained, and the blood in your body has only a single smell, uninjected. It is obviously a foreigner."

"My name is Henrik. No, there is no need to shake hands. I saw you hit that lycanthropist's head against the wall. Your unarmed combat method is very skillful. In order to make us feel at ease, this distance is just right."

The voice of a man in his fifties said calmly.

At his age, he wouldn't feel embarrassed even if he said doubtful things openly.

Lan En withdrew his hand in understanding, and no longer approached, just nodded at him.

"Okay then, Henrik, listen to you. Just call me Lane. You just said that you smell blood in my body? I didn't bleed?"

"It doesn't matter whether you bleed or not, Lane." Henryk waved his hand indifferently. "It's just that in Yanan, everyone is very sensitive to blood. You should understand that, after all, you should also come here for the name of 'Hometown of Blood Therapy', right?"

"Is this pair of cat's eyes the disease you want to treat? There are so many strange symptoms these days."

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