Chapter 168 Gongmen's Fighting Style

Looking at Feng Weasel in the arena who bowed his body like a wild beast and put on a threatening posture, the middle-aged man's mind became more and more depressed.

Sweat appeared on his forehead, and the shirt wrapped in his suit became damp as if he had been hit by water.

It can be seen how much pressure he was under at this moment!

But this is also impossible. After all, people in the Gongmen or something, although they can be regarded as special personnel, they are still ordinary people after all. At most, there are some special places more than real ordinary people-the ability to see abnormal existence, or perceive the abnormality of certain things!

To put it bluntly, it is a person who has awakened yin and yang eyes or has an inspired physique. As for the existences like Qin and Qing who have accepted the most traditional official practice of priests... It can't be said that there are none at all, but there are not many!

After all, the reality is there—it’s already a modern society. Although the inheritance is still there, it’s unclear how much can be left. Besides, not everyone can endure boring training and learning, and cultivate themselves into a Qualified priests or onmyojis.

Not to mention that the real environment is still so big-if the entire island country is completely counted on the inheritors, it is estimated that they will not be able to take care of them even if they are exhausted.

Therefore, the only way that the high-level can think of is to absorb ordinary people, absorb the best of them from the police, the army and even young people, and then conduct targeted training and arming, and suppress the spiritual existence of the entire society through crowd tactics. Maintain basic social stability.

Therefore, although the people in the Gongmen are special people, they may not be better than ordinary people when facing fierce monsters!

Not running away immediately is enough to be worthy of his profession and status.

"Is this the quality of people in the Gongmen now? It doesn't feel very strong." Yue'er, who was hiding in the dark and did not leave immediately after the people in the Gongmen arrived, spoke with a voice that only she could hear muttered softly.

Anyway, from her point of view, there is a big gap between the level of the current Gongmen man and the onmyojis in the Yin-Yang Liao in her memory. In addition to the relatively novel props in his hands, even the Shiren in the Yin-Yang Liao ——that is, living people who have signed a shikigami contract with an onmyoji are inferior.

That's right, whether it's a priest or an onmyoji, their so-called shikigami don't simply refer to non-human creatures, monsters and elves, but also living people who have sold themselves to the onmyoji!

Anyway, life in that era was not easy, and being able to live a good life with an onmyoji was better than living at the bottom of society all the time, and starving to death someday.

Therefore, style people and so on were also quite sought-after jobs in various shogunate periods. Many ambitious low-level personnel were willing to sacrifice their lives for it, which is completely incomparable with the present.

...

The middle-aged man didn't dare to move, he stared at Feng Weasel carefully, and at the same time hoped that his teammates and support would arrive as soon as possible.

It's just a pity that Feng Weasel didn't have the idea of ​​spending time with him, and shot at the middle-aged man like a black shadow.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to hesitate, and jumped to the side to hide without thinking.

Anyway, I can't catch the other party's trace, so it depends on luck.

Not to mention, luck is not bad!

Although he couldn't completely avoid Feng Weasel's attack and keep him intact, he only paid the result of having his arm torn off a piece of flesh! Compared with being pierced or seriously injured by the wind weasel, it is not known how many times stronger.

And the middle-aged man who escaped the death attack didn't care much about his seriously injured arm, and the gushing blood, without a pause, he quickly rolled on the ground again, dodging the second attack that Feng Weasel might launch, Then he took out a short black stick from his waist that looked like a palm massage stick, with countless protrusions on the surface, and threw it away, and the protrusions on the whole short stick shot out in the air, changing halfway. The flying path followed the running Weasel like a rain of hundreds of arrows.

Feng Weasel's dodge temporarily gave the middle-aged man some respite, giving him a chance to heal his wounds or continue chasing Feng Weasel with other strange props.

As for the man, he was indeed worthy of his status as the team leader. After gaining a respite, he didn't care about the wound at all. Instead, he took out a prop like a card gun from his waist again, and chased after the shadow without any hesitation. He hesitated and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, four or five strange discs like weights shot out, and together with the protruding points flying from the short stick, they trailed behind Feng Weasel.

"It's really hard to deal with." The middle-aged man frowned when he saw that two consecutive tracking weapons designed to target the demon's breath were ineffective, and whispered solemnly.

"Mitsui, Kitahara, how long do you have to arrive at the scene?" Then, the middle-aged man asked through the headset.

"immediately!"

"Don't enter the arena immediately after you come here, first place an isolation barrier around it! The enemy is the wind weasel, and with the equipment we are carrying now, it is difficult to suppress it effectively." The middle-aged man stared at the wind that was running to avoid it. Itachi, to avoid its sudden attack and protect his own life, said to his team members in the headset.

"yes!"

"Then what do you do, captain?"

"I'll try to drag it here until you finish setting up the enchantment, or the head of the Grand Palace arrives."

"Then, Captain, be careful!"

"I know, let's do something."

"yes!"

The middle-aged man ended the call, took out a spray bottle, and sprayed it on his boneless arm for a few seconds...

Sure enough, the blood quickly congealed, except that it looked more hideous without bandaging, and basically stopped bleeding, interfering with the middle-aged man's actions.

...

"This is not okay. It will affect the date with Qing and Hui. Moreover, I am quite looking forward to the effect of those two items. Forget it, let's help him again." Hidden in the dark After a long time, the middle-aged man still didn't see Yue'er, who had taken Feng Weasel down, and muttered in a low voice.

Then without being wordy, he directly knotted his hands and formed a seal——

"Hum, Visik, Visika, Ra, Shimali, Sapoha!"

Do not move the gold binding method.

Immediately, an invisible force descended from the void, pressing down on the running Feng Weasel like a mountain.

"squeak!!"

Following that, Feng Weasel's limbs spread out, his body was tightly pressed against the ground, and his face was distorted and let out a sharp hissing sound.

But what is even more dangerous is that the protruding points and discs that followed it immediately shot at Feng Weasel's body the next moment it was suppressed. No effect, the four or five discs were attached to Feng Weasel's body again, and a mysterious light flashed on the surface, and a piece of electric grid wrapped it.

"Crackling..."

"Squeak squeak!!!"

Feng Weasel screamed.

It's just that before it stopped, the terrible explosion sound rang out from its body.

"boom!"

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