Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 196 The Simplest Tactic
Tragedy is happening.

Under the dim light, in the dark forest, scarlet blood gurgles.

"Demon. Demon"

The junkie's skinny face was full of fear, and his scarred body was trembling uncontrollably.

Of course he couldn't see the ferocious beast standing beside Anthony, but just like the strange encounter when he lost his hands inexplicably, this kind of invisible thing is the real horror to ordinary people.

"Ah, it's so dirty."

Anthony stood two meters away with a look of disgust, trying not to let the splashed blood stain his beautiful suit:

"Damn it, you forced me to do such a disgusting thing."

"Buggarati, come back quickly!!"

The shouting stopped, and the forest was still as quiet as usual.

Buccarati's figure did not appear as he expected, but the abused addict woke up completely in severe pain:
"No, don't kill me."

"I don't want to die. Don't let the devil take me away."

The junkie tried his best to arch his handless and wounded body, and bowed his head pitifully and humblely to the only Anthony whom he could see in front of him.

"enough!"

Anthony pouted, looking at the junkie with disgust.

Although addicts become addicts probably because of the "local products" they organize to sell, Anthony still feels infinite contempt for such disgusting humanoid bugs:

"It's all because of you, your toxic garbage that will pollute the land when you die."

"Your life is so dirty and cheap, even those rotten good people who think they are messengers of justice don't want to come back to save you!"

"never mind."

The more Anthony spoke, the angrier he became, and a murderous anger gradually appeared on his youthful face:

"Let's kill you!"

"Since Bugarati and the others refuse to come back, I have no choice but to fulfill my 'promise'."

"I beg you."

The addict trembled and knelt on the ground, the fear in his heart climbed to the extreme.

And in the "empty" air in front of his eyes, a wide and thick tongue, like a stealthy python, slowly wound towards his fragile and deadly neck.

But at this moment.
Among the trees, there was a sudden rustling sound in the direction where Bugarati and Apache disappeared just now.

"Well, someone?"

Anthony's face changed, and the long tongue that was almost touching the addict's neck suddenly turned around.

"Haha. It's you, you guys are back as expected."

"I knew it, just like a child who can't stop squeezing when he sees foam paper, you bad guys just can't watch innocent people die!"

Although it was hard to see clearly in the darkness of the woods that the lights couldn't reach, Anthony was still beaming with excitement:
"Come out"

"Let's have a good fight!"

There was still only a rustling sound.

The enemy Anthony was expecting didn't show up directly, but hid in the darkness not far away, not knowing what he was doing.

"Oh I see."

Suddenly there was a wise look in his eyes:

"As expected, they still dare not face my 'familiar' head-on."

"In that case."

Anthony noticed the ground under his feet for the first time:
Judging by the substitute ability of the steel chain fingers, the best way for Bugarati to get close to his body is nothing more than sneaking through the ground.

And now that the other party has been reluctant to show up, he must have thought of this, so he is preparing to sneak attack from the ground.

Anthony made such a judgment of "foreseeing the enemy before the opportunity".

He stared closely at the ground under his feet, and even silently calculated the time it would take for the other party to approach:

"Almost, this time is enough for them to reach my feet."

"King of the river!"

With a thought in Anthony's mind, the long tongue in the mouth of the black-skinned toad slapped heavily to the ground like a whip.

Anthony, on the other hand, dodged sideways and flexibly made room.

At the same time, in order to prevent being attacked by Bugarati from the ground, he had already asked his substitute to imprint two fish-shaped marks on the ground under his feet in advance.

Thus, when the long tongue imprinted the third mark on the ground, the powerful spatial ability could already be activated.

"Swallow this ground and let them stick their heads out!"

With an excited shout, the black-skinned toad suddenly opened its bloody mouth.

At this moment, the soil layer on the ground suddenly disappeared.

It was as if the soil had been removed from the world out of thin air, causing a square pit the size of a coffin to suddenly appear on the ground.

However.
"No, they haven't escaped yet?"

Looking at the empty pothole, Anthony's expression was a little embarrassed.

He dug a big hole in the ground for nothing, and there was nothing in the hole, just like a grave waiting to be buried.

And then.
"What are you attacking the ground for?"

Bugarati slowly walked out from the shadow of the forest.

He looked at Anthony who was yelling at the ground indifferently, and showed his figure upright.

"You don't plan to sneak attack from underground?"

Anthony looked at Buccarati in front of him with some doubts:
The only one who came was Buccarati—this is not surprising, after all, Apa basically has no fighting power, and Anthony didn't expect this "bad fish" to come back to die.

However, what surprised him was:
Facing the "invincible in close combat" King of the River, Bugarati did not sneak up or hide, but stood in front of him without any cover.

Could it be that there is some conspiracy hidden behind this?
Anthony instinctively felt wary.

But Bugarati just looked at him coldly with calm eyes, as if the boy in front of him was already a dead person:
"To deal with you, there is no need for a sneak attack."

"Because I already figured it out"

"Your so-called 'melee invincibility' was a false proposition from the very beginning."

"As long as you use the tools well, with the speed and strength of my steel chain fingers, I can completely defeat you with dignity."

As soon as the words fell, the steel-chain fingers slowly walked out from the shade behind Bugarati, and the blue body with a very metallic texture glowed with a special luster under the light.

But what really caught Anthony's attention now was the two extra weapons in the hands of the steel chain fingers:

In fact, it is not a magical weapon.

They were just picked out from the woods, two stubby wooden sticks that were durable enough.

However, just these two ordinary thick wooden sticks are enough to make Anthony change color:
"Only when you reach three marks in total can you devour an object."

"For those melee stand-ins with poor speed, this is of course an unsolvable ability."

"But my steel chain finger is stronger than most melee stand-ins. It is comparable to that tongue in terms of speed, and it can suppress your stand-in without any suspense in terms of strength."

"That means"

"Before the tongue touched my body, the chain fingers were able to flick the tongue away with almost absolute success with the wooden stick."

Anthony's expression has become very embarrassing:

indeed.

Defeating his river king doesn't really require any tricks, as long as the strength and speed are strong enough, the enemy can carry the "shield" without thinking.

It's just that high-speed and high-power melee stand-ins are very rare. Anthony has never met this kind of "unreasonably strong" opponent before, so he has never been aware of this special weakness.

But Bugarati paused slightly, and then slowly said in a tone that was extremely rare in him, implying murderous intent:

"Next, it's a simple math problem that Naranja will do:"

"A wooden stick can block three times before being swallowed, and two sticks are six times."

"I just noticed that the tongue can be ejected about 7 meters away."

"In other words, I only need to break through the 6-meter distance before being attacked 7 times, and then beat your stand-in head-on."

Between words, Bugarati stepped forward slowly.

In every steady step, there is a shocking force:

"You will be the one who dies!"

(End of this chapter)