Chapter 189

If the orc guards were running rhinos just now, then the big chief's assault at this moment is like a heavy tank speeding at high speed.

The frightening power of berserk and invincible moved all the four-figure human fighters in the audience.

Great Chief Blackhand, who was nearly three and a half meters tall, was an out-and-out giant no matter whether he was a human or an orc.

Some people might think that a giant as tall and gigantic as Black Hand must be slow to move. In fact, the heads of enemies or challengers who had this idea were crushed by black hands.

High power means slow speed, fast speed means low power. This formula does not apply to black hands.

Black Hand is not only fast and powerful, but he also has an advantage that no one else has—his weapons are his hands.

People often say that someone uses the sword to make the extension of Ruruo's arm, which is a very high level. But no matter how flexible a weapon is, it is basically impossible to be more flexible than one's own hands.

Black hands take advantage.

When he helped Orgrim fish out [Doomhammer] from the lava, he almost lost a pair of his arms. The blazing high temperature that very people can bear, coupled with the astonishing convergence of fire elements, if it was an ordinary person's arm, it would have been completely charred and turned into black charcoal, broken in the lava.

But Black Hand, whose willpower, strength, muscles, and innate resistance to flames is extremely strong, stunned to withstand the test of the flame hell in the crater. A large number of fire elements attached to his arms and palms, not only destroying more than half of the hand nerves in the black hand, but also completely rocking all the surface skin and some muscles below his arms.

The pair of heavy and shiny black giant hands have a strange luster between stone and metal. Although every joint below the arm can rotate flexibly, it is obviously out of the scope of biology.

If anyone foolishly tried to cut off Black Hand's arm, the last thing that fell would be his head.

Of course Lothar won't be tricked. Duke has repeatedly reminded in advance that if Lothar is tricked, then he is not Lothar, but Luo Sha.

Lothar also rushed towards the black hand in small steps.

In the next second, a gust of wind blew up on the flat ground.

Before the black hand made a move, no one would have thought that such a simple sweep of the tribe's great chief's left arm would have such terrifying power.

It was the overwhelming feeling that should come when the whole house comes crashing down. That gust of wind alone is enough to press every inch of muscle on a person's face against teeth and other bones. I couldn't even open my eyes, let alone see clearly.

For a moment, Duke had the illusion that Lothar was instantly killed without any suspense.

terrible.

That is not power and speed that the poor human imagination can comprehend.

That feeling is as if the other party picked up the door panel of the church door, slammed it horizontally and photographed you into a meat paste, and the last sentence left in his mind was 'impossible'!

Fortunately, Duke's rationality dispelled his hallucinations. If he really made a move just now, he would disturb this extremely sacred duel in the eyes of orcs. That's what's really going wrong.

Lothar dodged it, pounced like a vicious tiger, and then rolled forward coherently to the front right to avoid the great chief's fierce left hand sweep. Not only that, during the tumbling, Lothar also used the blade of the King's Sword very smoothly to pull on the thigh of the black hand, which was as thick as a bull's leg.

The blood flew up.

A long bloodstain appeared on the warchief's left thigh.

Blackhand's leg armor didn't play any role at all, as if the precious leather armor was just a piece of thin paper that could be torn apart.

But it didn't end there. Hei Shou actually swung a fist with his right hand, turned around like a whirlwind, and the huge fist suddenly slammed down from the upper right to the lower left.

There was a loud noise that was almost a sonic boom in the pitch-black sky.

The punch that came down didn't look like a stone giant at all, but like a hot lava ball.

Is it equivalent to releasing the fire element like a mage smashing a fireball?

How can this be! ?

Obviously, within a certain range, Black Hand has the power to manipulate the fire element, and its dominance level is quite high, even higher than Duke, who is a sky mage.

Duke's heart was frozen instantly! If when I went to set the fire a while ago, it wasn't Kilrogg* Deadeye, Orgrim, and Samuro who surrounded me, but the Black Hand... If he was slapped on me, maybe I really wanted to run the corpse once.

Super high temperature comparable to lava.

The supreme force that kills at the touch of a touch.

Either of these two points is a death.

Every human warrior forgot to breathe, staring at Lothar's insignificant figure in front of Black Hand.

However, Lothar dodged it, and it was a strange movement that was a bit like a spring rebound. The left hand holding the shield suddenly slapped the shield towards the ground, and then used the reaction force of the arm to pop out and slap the ground. Lothar actually rose into the air, dodging along the edge of the fist like a juggler.

With a "hiss", the armor under Lothar's left rib was rubbed, and the armor with a thickness of at least five millimeters was torn off in one piece, which was easier than tearing bread by hand.

Suddenly, a large pit of flames one meter square appeared on the ground.

"Hiss—" Ryan stood up suddenly in fright. Every human warrior sweated for Lothar.

Only Lothar stood up, pursing his lips lightly, as if the guy who almost died just now wasn't him.

"Haha! I like your head more and more! Anduin!" Black Hand laughed wildly, not caring about the wound on his thigh, and launched a violent attack on Lothar like a storm.

Duke translation.

"Me too." Lothar dodged in a bit of embarrassment. He's obviously a fighter, but it's like turning on the special skill [Dodge] of a thief, with a 100% dodge rate!

Duke re-translated.

"Okay————let's fight each other!" Black Hand's rocky giant hand, its hand speed increased sharply again.

That was almost like the blade storm of a Juggernaut.

The black hand is still frankly unable to cause effective damage.

It was impossible for Lothar to dodge every blow, but he danced the epic shield on his left arm airtightly while taking quick and precise T-steps. With dexterous steps, ingenious angle deflection, precise force unloading, and the perfect use of various fighter professional skills, Lothar was evenly matched with Black Hand.

No, not right!

Because Black Hand's attack was wider and wider, Lothar's ghostly attack left Black Hand with dozens of scars of different shades. With the fierce movements of the black hand, every wound was bleeding.

right! This is bloodletting!

For a while, Black Hand can rely on his body's tyranny to hold on, but after a long time, the balance of victory will definitely tip to Lothar's side. The premise is that Lothar was not hit by a heavy blow.

This is the difference in size.

A black hand with stronger vitality can have many opportunities to make mistakes, and once Lothar misses, he will be caught in seconds.