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Chapter 367 Limits
However, Weibull still acted like a normal person, the two hours of berserk didn't seem to put a burden on his physical strength, and he was still wielding the long-handled big knife fiercely...

"Clang clang clang..."

Weibull, who blocked the annoying white light with one hand in front of his eyes, locked Zefa's position with a little peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes, and with the other hand, he violently slashed at Zefa with a long-handled machete, just like forging iron. , The domineering collision of the armed forces on both sides made a violent roar.

Not only Zefa is gradually recovering the fighting skills and fighting consciousness of the past peak, but even Weibull is gradually getting familiar with this kind of intensity of fighting...

In the beginning, the bombardment of more than ten rays of light on Weibull's joints was able to affect his strength, but now, the gathering of dozens of rays of light can barely destroy his strength.

"Monster... This is a monster that fights with the instinct of the body..."

Chen Mo could tell that the light from his kind white gun was constant, but the restraining effect on Weibull, the fat man, had been weakening all the time. A kind of immunity has been instinctively produced.

Inexplicably, Chen Mo had the illusion that he was indirectly training the enemy and feeding the enemy experience packs...

If he continued like this, after he was completely immune to the attack of the white gun of kindness, if he wanted to restrain him, he could only take out another relatively powerful black gun.

Then, after all the calculations, after his own black gun has no effect on him, Chen Mo wants to continue to contain Weibull, so he can only risk his identity and draw his knife to fight melee...

Hypothesis: Even my own kendo is immune to this Weibull gradually treating it as an experience package...

Chen Mo kept calm all the time, and his eyes used to pretend to be serious, because the conclusion was obvious: he was likely to be overthrown by this stupid big man, and he might even be beaten to death directly by the other party.

After all, I have raised the difficulty of the other party little by little, and made the other party adapt to my own strength in an all-round way like a son. In the end, it was only natural that I was beaten to death by the other party.

After Chen Mo, who was acting more and more cautiously, noticed this clue, he immediately became serious, quietly took out his black gun, and slowly poured energy into it...

And Zefa, who was gradually exhausted in physical strength, began to parry weakly in the face of Weibull's long-handled sword, even though he gritted his teeth firmly and refused to take a step back, so as to prevent the sniper behind him who had been supporting him with all his strength, Lord Devil May Cry, from being in danger. among……

But Zefa's armed domineering power was no longer able to resist the sharpness of the long-handled sword, and dense wounds began to appear on his body.

"Teacher Zefa..."

Seeing this scene in the eyes of Admiral Flying Squirrel on the other side, it can be said that he became very anxious...

The long-awaited support from the Navy headquarters, coupled with the fact that Zefar may be defeated at any time in the battle situation, made Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel's heart sink slowly.

Slowly, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel placed his hand on the handle of the knife, ready to strike at any time. No matter what, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel would never allow Mr. Zefa to have an accident...

Whether it was out of public interest or personal affection, it was impossible for Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel to watch the situation deteriorate all the way indifferently.

"boom!"

There was another fierce collision between Zefa and Weibull, and a terrifying sound wave suddenly exploded around them at the point of their collision, shaking many frail naval cadets to the verge of collapse, with the illusion that their feet were weak.

However, at this collision, Zefa, who dragged his decayed and aged body and fought hard for more than two hours, seemed to have reached the critical point of a certain limit. He had already blocked Weibull's path and crossed However, his arms were loosened suddenly, and the armed arrogance covering them disappeared immediately...

"Not good!"

At the same time that the flying squirrel general flashed this idea, his body that had already been ready to go turned into a phantom and rushed towards Weibull, and when the flying squirrel general was moving, a cold light flashed around his waist...

"Flying Squirrel Draw a Sword and Slash"

A cold light seemed to cross the space, and appeared in front of Weibull in an instant. The famous knife in his hand firmly resisted Weibull's long-handled broadsword, narrowly avoiding the crisis of Lieutenant General Zefa being disembowelled.

"Good weight!"

Parrying the long-handled broadsword whose strength had dissipated seven or eight times, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel almost tilted half of his body, and Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who is not good at strength, almost dropped the famous sword from his hand...

This is still being restrained and harassed by Your Excellency Devil May Cry, and Teacher Zefa has blocked seven or eighty-eight forces. Even such a little residual power is almost unstoppable by Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!

"This kind of strange power is not something that a lieutenant general can deal with!"

When this thought flashed through the mind of Admiral Flying Squirrel, the other hand grabbed Teacher Zefa's shoulder and wanted to retreat violently...

As long as they stay out of Weibull's attack range, with the agility and speed of Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, no matter how terrifying Weibull's strange power is, it will be difficult to pose any threat to them.

However, the flying squirrel general did not pull Zefa, as if Zefa's legs had been completely connected to the deck below his feet...

Zefa's eyes were full of red, he stood firmly in place, with a slight shock, he threw the flying squirrel flying backwards...

"You can't retreat. Once you retreat, what will happen to the comrades and students behind you?"

Immediately afterwards, Zefa once again covered his hands with the already unusually thin armed color domineering towards the long-handled broadsword that Weibull turned down again.

"No!! Teacher Zefa!!!"

The Flying Squirrel Admiral who was suddenly handsome by Zefa watched his teacher go up to Weibull again, and couldn't help shouting with his eyes cracked.

"Ahaha, come on, Weibull, take my life if you have the ability!"

At this moment, Zefa felt as if he was facing death, but he did not have the slightest fear, and there was only an immortal belief burning in his eyes.

As the roaring long-handled broadsword got closer and closer to Zefa, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, who had just stepped on the moon to stop his backward flight, couldn't help but his pupils dilated slightly...

Not because of Weibull's terrifying strength attached to the long-handled sword...

It was because a suit of red suddenly appeared behind Weibull. As a long-distance sniper, Lord Devil May Cry suddenly appeared behind Weibull at some point, and aimed at Weibull with a black gun in his right hand. The back of Bull's head...

Devil may cry, what do you want to do?
Isn't that black gun used to transform vehicles like motorcycles?

What's the point of aiming at the Weibull?

(End of this chapter)