the end of the heavens

Then, he took out the fighting stick from his waist, and ejected it into a double-ended spear that extended more than two meters. Both sides were extremely sharp and had an electric shock effect.

The Predator threw the spear and it fell at Russell's feet.

"Understood, I have a weapon."

Russell shook his head slightly, kicked the spear back, and then pulled out the Adamantium alloy knife from his trousers pocket.

"..."

The Predator looked at Russell's pockets suspiciously, preparing to take off his pants as a souvenir of honor after the battle.

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In the parking lot, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the blood was soaring.

The Predator's whole body tensed up, maintaining a high degree of vigilance, and his eyes locked on Russell. At this moment, he only had prey in his eyes.

It doesn't matter whether he is killed or killed, he will gain unprecedented glory in this battle.

The spirit of killing is pervasive, and the war is about to break out!

Correspondingly, Russell's dead fish eyes became more and more confused.

The soldier on the other side looked very serious, and he was fighting with his honor and life on the line. Shouldn't he put some water and fight a few more rounds, so that the opponent would die with some face?

It's not right, releasing the water secretly will insult the honor of the Predator, but... if you don't release the water and kill him immediately, the other party will lose face?

I'm so confused, what should I do?

Russell found that it was too difficult for him. As far as the level of the Predator is concerned, he can make the opponent cry for a long time with one punch.

He respected the opponent's belief in challenging himself and his will to honor. In the previous few good opportunities, the Predator did not sneak attack in the melee, nor did he activate the electromagnetic cannon to poke his face with electricity.

Although it is the same as hitting or not hitting, this is not the point. The point is that Russell admires the integrity of the Predator.

Because he didn't have such a thing, he thought it was very rare.

Clang!

Just when Russell's thinking diverged, the Predator couldn't bear the tense fighting atmosphere, and took the lead in launching the attack.

He took out the spiral flying blade, pressed its surface, and made it rotate to pop out seven flat but sharp blades, and then aimed at Russell and threw it vigorously.

The spiral flying blade tore through the air. Russell looked at the whistling sharp blade, analyzed it calmly, thought for a while, and decided to save some face for the opponent. He spun sideways, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge.

Clang!

In the gap that Russell dodged to avoid, the Predator touched the ground with his toes, kicked the spear into the air, and then charged with a long stride with a wrist knife and a double-edged spear in one hand.

In terms of physical fitness, the speed, strength, and explosive power of the Jagged Clan are far superior to humans. Even the special forces who have undergone rigorous training can only give away their heads in the face of them.

It has nothing to do with will, it's a racial talent.

Clang!

Russell stopped at his feet, raised the Adamant alloy knife high, and slashed straight down at the Predator rushing in front of him.

The change of move was too sudden, and he stabilized his balance in the blink of an eye and took advantage of the momentum to fight back. This made the Predator very uncomfortable, and hurriedly set up his spear to block.

There was a crisp sound, and sparks shot out.

The spear in the Predator's hand was broken in two, and the tip of the knife was cut against his chest. The cold air stung his skin, and there was a bloodstain even though there was no contact.

The whistling sound gradually rose in his ears, and Russell turned his head to avoid the boomerang-like spiral blade, making it go straight to the Predator.

The Predator raised his hand to catch him, retreated more than ten meters, and kept a safe distance from Russell.

He threw away the broken spear, pressed down on the surface of the spiral flying blade, and the sharp blade gathered into four pieces, holding it in his hand as a melee weapon.

The second round of fighting begins.

"If you want honor, I will give you honor!"

This time, it was Russell who attacked first, and the water was released once, and he will be a little more serious in the next few rounds.

Swish!

An afterimage flashed by, and the Predator lost Russell's figure in his eyes, and the shadow of death struck him. Relying on his strong fighting instinct, he performed super-level, turned around suddenly and put the wrist knife on his chest to block.

scoff! !

The sparks rubbed against each other, and the serrations on the wrist knife were flattened by the Adamantium alloy knife, and the blade pierced deeply into the Predator's chest.

Severe pain struck, the Predator's eyes opened wide, and he let out a roar. His gibbon-like body structure made it easy for him to swipe the spiral flying blade towards Russell's cheek.

Click!

In his horrified sight, Russell opened his mouth to bite the blade, and smashed it into pieces with a bang.

Russell took a step forward, and the Edman Alloy Knife sank into the Predator's chest, then accelerated and sprinted straight into the outer wall of the abandoned building.

The blade easily pierced through the wall, and the Predator was nailed to the wall. He retracted the jammed wrist knife, and punched Russell's head left and right with both fists.

There were two muffled bangs, green blood spattered from the Predator's fist, and he couldn't help screaming in pain.

He worked hard, but the gap felt like a chasm, so much so that his effort felt more like a struggle.

"The strong..."

Green blood was left along the wall, and the Predator vomited blood while talking. After Russell pulled out the long knife, he sat down against the wall and fell to the ground.

"You are very good, you will be a good fighter in the future, save your life and go back to level up, and you will be able to defeat me in two years."

Russell swept the knife towards the ground, and the heavy sword swept across the ground, creating a depression, and at the same time threw off the green blood on the blade.

He stuffed the long knife into his trouser pocket and waved at the Predator, "Let's go, the police will come later, you can only enter the laboratory if you stay here."

"honor!"

The Predator stared straight at Russell, his eyes were full of anger, and he regarded his life as a shame.

As he spoke, he turned on the bomb on his arm, intending to activate it and create an ugly fireworks show.

The control panel on the Predator's wrist has many uses, and its ultimate ultimate move, which also has the largest output, is to set the self-destruct.

When a predator wants to die with glory and dignity at the last moment of his life, but does not want to leave traces of defeat, setting a countdown to self-destruct is the best choice.

Snapped!