The bloodthirsty grunt that originally came from the monster's throat turned into a whimper after being injured.
This kick is a basic move in the Xianfeng Temple boxing technique, and the Guying fans also like to use this kick technique that is similar to a spear thrust.
In the hands of those purple-clad ninjas, this kick could basically kick an adult five or six meters away, with his internal organs shattered cleanly.
After Lan En stomped off the monster's recurved ankle, the monster with abnormally thick hair became a head shorter.
The demon hunter's palm was just at the height where the monster's head was.
So Lan En simply pressed the side of the monster's face and hit it directly against the wall
With a muffled sound of "dong", the blue bricks on the alley wall even fell through the gaps. A handful of floating ash was blown outward.
The monster's thick hair turned gray.
His head was hit, and during the monster's brief dizziness, Lan En's palms kept moving.
He pulled back the heel of his hand and at the same time pushed the monster's elbow inward from the outside.
The forearm of this slender arm was stuck on the edge of the alley wall, and the big arm was pressed so that it could not move, forming a lever structure.
Under the push of Lan En's palm, there was another bone-breaking sound that made people feel sad. The monster's arm turned into an inverted V shape, and the metal tube in his hand was shaking, but There is no basis for exerting force.
After the monster rushed out of the alley and the moment of the confrontation, Mentos completed the battle plan based on the terrain and the opponent's body structure.
Lan En followed the battle plan and eliminated the monster threat within five seconds without any surprise.
Even until now, Lan En couldn't estimate how powerful this monster was.
Because from the beginning to the end, Mentos's combat plan did not allow them a chance to have a direct confrontation.
The whole process is a confrontation between timing and skill.
In terms of these two attributes, Lan En undoubtedly crushed the chaotic-minded monster from a distance.
Except for some special circumstances, real battles will usually start abruptly and then end abruptly.
Long-term stalemate will tire people to death.
"Are you still conscious, sir?"
Lan pressed the monster's head against the blue brick wall and asked calmly.
In the magical world, werewolves can remain rational. There are even examples of werewolves who felt guilty for hurting people and did not resist at all when they saw the demon hunter.
Lan En hoped that this guy was just temporarily carried away by the animalistic nature when he first transformed.
But there is no doubt that this hope was dashed.
The side of the monster’s face was rubbing against the wall. This was not because Lan En was pressing it down or abusing it, but because it was twisting its body desperately, as if it wanted to break Lan En’s body at all costs. Skin, let the blood flow out.
It stands to reason that a normal werewolf should have come to his senses by now.This guy's brain is no longer human at all.
Lan En shook his head helplessly.
Step on the recurved joint that is dragging on the ground with your feet, and hold the opponent's head with your palms.
The hand holding Arondette no longer hesitated and thrust upward from the side of the lower abdomen. The tip of the knife has been exposed 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 caracara sound.
Then the demon hunter felt that the body under his hand, which was still struggling, suddenly collapsed.
The bellows-like breathing of the beast also became quiet.
"呲"
Lan En pulled out the long knife from the monster's body and flicked it, leaving a sad splatter of blood on the wall.
He raised the Lake Lady's Sword to his eyes, looked at it, and then put the sword back into its sheath.
The Sword of the Lake Lady was still free of blood and dust, but the blood on the wall made Lan En certain that his sense of smell just now was correct.
It was thick, thick, foul-smelling human blood.
"This blood is not normal."
Lan En muttered to himself. Even werewolf blood should not undergo such changes.
After talking to himself, the young man's slightly shiny cat eyes turned to the other side of the alley, where there was a patch of darkness blocked by buildings.
"Do you know what is going on, sir?"
As Lan En asked calmly, the sound of leather boots stepping on the masonry ground came from the darkness. .
A man wearing a yellow leather coat and a three-cornered hat walked out of the darkness.
His coat is covered with a short shawl, and above the shawl is a tethered yellow mask. The combination of the mask and the three-cornered hat left only his eyes exposed on his face, making it difficult to tell his age.
The body was stained with a large amount of blood, and the unique stench and sticky texture were exactly the same as those that Lan En threw against the wall.
The most eye-catching thing is not his Victorian-style clothes, but the things he does.
It was a ferocious, strange serrated knife that was still dripping with flesh and blood.
"Ha" the man in the yellow coat first looked Lan En up and down with his eyes under the tricorn hat, and then let out a sigh of relief or mockery.
"It's hard to say that a person who still retains his sanity is not good. After all, you just asked a lycanthropic patient if he still had his sanity."
Blue En frowned, not because of the other person's sarcasm, but because of the other person's voice.
You are at least fifty years old. Do you still have to do combat work at this age?
"I am not a local, please forgive me."
While speaking politely, Lan En spread his hands to showI mean I have no hostility.
But in his left hand, he was holding the Yaksi Seal in a casual manner. It's hard to tell what's special about this handprint.
He does not expect Yaksi 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.
This is insurance.
Fortunately, although the other party's tone was not friendly, in terms of actions, the other party also hung the strange and ferocious serrated knife on his waist.
"Outlander. I can see that."
As he spoke, the man in the yellow coat sniffed slightly under the mask.
"There is no smell of incense. The stench of monster blood is just acquired, and the blood in your body has only a single smell and has not been injected. It is obviously a foreigner."
p>"My name is Henrik. No, shaking hands is not necessary. I saw you pushing the lycanthropic patient's head against the wall. You fought with your bare hands very skillfully. In order to make us feel at ease with each other, This distance is just right."
The fifty-year-old voice said calmly.
At his age, he would not feel embarrassed even if he said doubtful things openly.
Lan En retracted his hand in understanding and stopped approaching, just nodded towards him.
"Okay, Henrik, I listen to you. Just call me Lan. You just said you smelled blood in my body and I didn't bleed."
" It doesn't matter whether you bleed or not, Lan En." Henrik waved his hand indifferently. "It's just that in Yanan, everyone is very sensitive to blood. You should know it. After all, you should come here because of the reputation of the hometown of blood therapy."
"Those cat eyes are you There are so many strange symptoms of diseases that I want to treat these days.”
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