Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The fist that once looked terrifying now looked like a crushed can: the fist was sunken and wrinkled inward, and its original appearance could not be seen at all; the five fingers were twisted upward and tangled together, like a deformed weird flower. A few sparks emerged from the broken parts, announcing its eternal silence.

"The strength of the prosthesis is too different..."

One fell.

But not now... not yet...

Sweat beads appeared on Erni's forehead. She used her right hand, which supported her body with her legs, to scratch the ground:

It can be cut off! But it requires a little bit of opportunity and half a second of delay——

As if it had heard her prayer, the remains of the Spider Spirit stood up:

Of the three original heads, only the leftmost one was still connected to the body. But it was also twisted 180 degrees, and deep grooves appeared on the synthetic skin of the neck:

"Repay evil with good. How to repay good? Repay evil with good..."

The auxiliary arm propped up the broken body and rushed towards the deep hole created by the Qigong practitioner: the engine oil and blood left a long black trail.

Was it a pre-written subroutine that could take control of the body and exact revenge after death? Or was it that the gods that hadn't been summoned in time finally downloaded it and launched the attack?

No one knew the reason - because the next moment his head was grabbed by a white hand that came out of the wall:

Snapped!

The Qigong practitioner's forearm pierced through the hard concrete, and his thumb and middle finger placed on the temple of the "Spider Spirit"'s head which was left.

Next, slide the two fingers over the obstruction of the skull and meet at the midpoint.

Pale pink brain tissue, blood, and broken bone fragments burst out of the two black sockets following the eyeballs, like an expired can of mochi flavor.

The "Spider Spirit" quietly slid down the wall, and this time it was finally dead. The Qigong practitioner's fingers clenched together, tightening the chip in his brain.

It's now!

Without any prior agreement, the remaining swordsmen attacked together.

The last joints of the ten fingers of the "Big Head Uncle" broke at the same time, and flew forward. Thin cables extended from the joints to control the trajectory of the bullet-like knuckles, and the tips of the nails flashed with a sharp light.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Ten darts entangled the Qigong practitioner's right hand that was exposed outside the wall, and then nailed it into the ground.

caught!

Erni leaped forward: her left arm slid the back of the knife that was on her shoulder backwards, tightly pressed against her back. The muscles in her ankles tightened, supporting her body to lean forward, forming an acute angle with the ground: her legs stepped diagonally downward again and again, maintaining this strange balance.

Her right hand, already swollen, dug through the fire escape hanging from the wall. As the rusted steel twisted and deformed and cracked, Erni added another burst of acceleration to herself.

This was the limit of what her body could bear, and it even gave her the illusion of flying close to the ground in the air current.

The scenery on both sides passed by her. The eyepiece hit the beaded curtain woven by rain, and in the blur, only the Qigong practitioner's right hand, which was shining white, could be seen: it was the luster reflected by some high-strength plastic ceramic.

If she was given a little more distance to charge, the effect might be better.

But it’s enough, this will be Erni’s fastest blow.

She twisted her body and abdomen, combining her body weight, meridian force, acceleration and muscle contraction, using a whip-like force effect.

Draw the knife!

Countless water drops were cut off, creating a gap in the rain curtain:

The Qigong practitioner clenched his right hand, then suddenly opened it.

collapse!

The ten fingers nailed to the concrete and cement floor came out at the same time, and the strands of thin ropes wrapped around them exploded with his movements, dancing like whips with this unparalleled force:

Brush and pull!

Two of the thin ropes passed through Erni who was still in the air.

One cut her left arm, the other hit her side.

This force instantly changed Erni's movement path and also broke her balance——

The knife missed.

The ten fingers rolled back and passed through the old man's body with inertia. Just like a real puppet show, he was nailed to the wall by this force.

Erni rolled to the ground, the ring-handled knife scraping sparks on the rough ground. The acid in her stomach rushed up her esophagus: before she drew her knife, she had not thought about the cushioning force after landing.

She trembled and looked at her left hand, which only had half of her upper arm left. Broken meridians hung beside the pointed protruding arm bones: the broken thin ropes danced like high-speed rotating blades, and there was not even much pain when they were cut.

The dark water stains spread on the sides of the sweatshirt——

"The internal organs are damaged..."

The "Strange Fist" roared loudly and searched around for something:

"King Kong Fist said it all, let's have a pre-war meeting, a pre-war meeting! A little teamwork—"

flutter.

A point of light jumped out from the hole in the wall, and passed straight through the center of the eyebrows of the "Weird Boxer" with a faint muffled sound.

He raised his head as if he was about to yawn, then slumped over. A small chip had been embedded in the wall at some point, and the dark shell had been stained with a slightly muddy color.

That was the ritual chip that had just been taken out of the "Spider Spirit's" brain.

Click!

The crisp sound of the Qigong practitioner's finger snaps still echoed in the alley, mixed with the twitching of the "strange fist guy's" stiff body. The unfinished complaint could only be returned to a nutrient solution workshop with him.

The "big-headed uncle" nailed to the wall trembled and looked at the ropes that passed through his organs:

"Oh no... I can't do it. The function is too poor..."

He vomited a mouthful of dark red blood, then his head fell limply and did not move again.

Erni used her ring-handled sword to support herself on the cement floor, which was covered with cuts, and stood up. She originally thought that the old man could hold on for a while longer: "This old man seems to be quite strong... It's okay."

She looked at the Qigong practitioner who was walking out slowly. The mask reflected her pale face:

"Hey, Masked Man! It's a one-on-one match now, let's finish it."

There was a faint sound of an engine. She turned around and the Tiema brand electric bike she had been thinking about had disappeared.

The little bald guy had already taken advantage of the fierce battle to quietly escape. It seemed that at some point, the cognitive poison he had been infected with had been solved.

"Hey? I can run away! But I just said something cruel? Forget it... I don't have the energy to run like this."

She never gave up on her work, no matter how difficult it was, because Erni was born to realize countless difficult and even impossible wishes, and she would do her best to complete the business she promised.

“The mission must be accomplished.”

Erni recited the phrase softly, using the familiar slogan from the past to block out the pain as her broken arm finally began to tremble.

She raised the ring-handled sword with her only remaining hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the Qigong practitioner - although the loss of her limbs made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, the sword had long been Erni's other arm.

"Eh? So I still have two hands, right?"

Erni was amused by the strange thoughts as she rushed forward, so much so that her legs softened slightly when she jumped up.

But it didn't make much difference. As soon as she jumped up, she was grabbed by the neck by the indestructible hand and thrown to the ground.

The Qigong practitioner remained half-kneeling, his fingers deeply sunk into the cement, forming an inescapable cage with the ground:

"I've seen you before. You're really tough, aren't you? No wonder he asked you to help him with the work before."

The back of Erni's head hit the ground. The concussion and blood loss made her feel dizzy. She started to have more and more random thoughts:

"Ah? Are you talking about my temper or the broken bones? Who is 'he'..."

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The arm bone, which had become sharp after being cut off, stabbed outwards, and small columns of blood spurted out regularly, like a fountain with insufficient water pressure. But this was not the most serious injury: the liver in the flank that was cut by the thin rope was bleeding heavily.

Just now, her body was barely able to move due to the stress response, but now...

The Qigong practitioner pulled his fingers out of the cement floor and placed them in a puddle nearby to soak away the dust and blood.

"What a shame. I used the combat equipment this time, but I didn't bring any medicine... I'll try to find another job in my next life."

I want you to tell Lin Bei!

She wanted to say that but could only mouth the words weakly.

Erni also knew that she was going to die soon:

After a while, she would first faint from hemorrhagic shock. Then, the failure of her ruptured internal organs would give Erni a permanent vacation forever.

"It would be nice if I could get paid even if I died. Oh, that would be like a paid vacation..."

Boom!

The wind blew up gravel and hit Erni in the face, interrupting her beautiful reverie. She raised her head slightly and looked at the two deep pits on the ground.

That was the step made by the Qigong practitioner when he jumped up.

A strange sound was heard from the fire escape deforming under stress near the residential building—a Qigong practitioner in a black robe climbed up and flew away, disappearing into the night on the rooftop.

“He escaped.”

The work failed and the goal was lost.

"People are dying..."

Exhausted, Erni lay in the mixture of blood and rain, and suddenly felt that her life was a little ridiculous.

不… …等等… …

She licked the blood bubbles on the side of her mouth and made a sound slightly higher than a whisper:

"Don't... don't... pretend... old bastard... hurry up and come here to stop Lin Bei's bleeding..."

There was no answer, only the whistling sound of the wind in the alley.

She used the last bit of her strength to lift her leg, and her heel hit the puddle with a crisp "snap" sound:

"The person has already run away..."

……

"H--uh!"

The old man, who was firmly nailed to the concrete by thin ropes, suddenly opened his loose eyelids and gasped like a drowning man. Sharp knuckles silently pierced through the holes in his body, and were pulled back to the broken fingers by the thin ropes and reconnected.

The old man who was dead just now came back to life.

The "big-headed uncle" landed steadily and looked around furtively. Then he approached Erni and looked at the horrible broken arm.

"You have a very cunning eye. How did you know I had activated the 'Turtle Breath'? The shop owner clearly said that even a god with a divine eye wouldn't be able to tell."

The little bald night wanderer had clearly never seen the employer, but he was poisoned. Plus, every word the old man said was leading them to think that "it was the employer who did it"...

If you still can't figure this out, Erni has been the ace courier for so long in vain!

"You...you are the traitor...how can you die so easily...Sai, Sai Linmu, I saved you...otherwise..."

Otherwise, if his breath was broken, there would be only one dying person left in this alley.

But there is no need to say all this, let the old man, who may have a more developed imagination, imagine the horrible ending himself.

The wrinkled face of "Big Head Uncle" moved slightly, as if he was struggling with his conscience.

"Tsk. Alas, being a swordsman means repaying favors..."

He suddenly rummaged through his pockets and took something out:

"Fuck you, you have good eyesight at such a young age. I'll save you, but we're even! I'll register with the city government later, and you can't come after me for revenge..."

Erni moved her head to avoid the stone hitting the back of her head.

"When I make money I'm going to buy a pillow. The best kind, the kind that floats."

As for how to make a lot of money with one hand missing... Erni was too lazy to think about this question.

A layer of rain accumulated on the windproof goggles, casting a filter over everything she saw.

"Look... seeing your big head... Lin Bei guessed it... why do ordinary swordsmen need to install auxiliary brains..."

And he even shaved his head to dissipate heat! But Erni didn't have the energy to finish the sentence.

If you don't cast spells or use any magical powers, why are you trying to be so smart?

"Hehe, what do you call me? A wise but foolish person, right? Haha..."