Chapter 140 Strange Tabs

In the end, I still couldn't resist Jackson's eager gaze. I raised my fist and smashed the big shield.

The moment the fist came into contact with the white light on the shield, a soft sound was reflected on the shield, and a slight shock was felt on the surface of the fist. This feeling was exactly the same as when I was a child and smashed the door with my fist.

There was a backlash, but there didn't seem to be any special effects. I looked at the shield in confusion, only to find that the faint white light on the shield had disappeared without a trace.

"Ah?" I retracted my fist and said in confusion: "It seems to have no effect."

"And" I pointed to the shield and said, "the white light has dispersed."

Jackson looked helpless: "You fought too late. Who told you to wait and see? The duration of your combat skills has expired."

"Then, do it again?" I apologized, licking my face and smiling.

"I don't want to waste my time this time."

After saying that, Jackson launched his combat skills again, and the same white light appeared on the surface of the shield again.

Needless to say, when I saw the white light rising, I raised my fist and smashed it towards the shield.

In order to clearly feel the effect of the white light, I put a little more force into this punch.

The moment the fist and shield collided, the thin layer of white light was like a sponge. As the force of the impact increased, it slowly sunk inward, although it was only an undetectable arc.

But the next second, something magical happened.

The sunken white light was like a broken rubber, which instantly returned to its flat state. Immediately afterwards, a recoil force surged over and rushed into my fist along with the contact surface of the fist shield.

That was the force with which I punched just now.

"Oh oh oh, so that's it." He retracted his fist and shook his hand, completely dissipating the force.

"Do you feel it?" Jackson looked at me proudly.

"I feel it." I praised: "It is indeed a very good combat skill! If the opponent's strength exceeds his own limit, and you happen to use this combat skill, the opponent is likely to be defeated in an instant. Losing combat effectiveness is awesome, so awesome!”

Jackson was a little embarrassed. He put down his shield and said: "It's not as good as you said. Any combat skill has its own limit. My combat skill also has two limitations. One is the persistence of the combat skill itself. time, and the other is its ability to withstand.”

He pointed at the shield and said, "Look, there are many scars on its surface."

I nodded.

"A considerable part of these wounds were caused after launching combat skills defense," Jackson said. "In other words, at the moment of being attacked, if the destructive power of the attack is far greater than the limit that I can withstand, my The combat skill will fail and take away the limit of the damage it can withstand at the moment of failure, and the rest will have to be borne by this large shield itself."

After saying that, he turned to me and said, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded, indicating that it was no problem at all.

"Besides, it's the duration of the combat skill." Jackson launched the combat skill again, and the white light also appeared again, but this time, he didn't ask me to attack the shield, but quietly looked at the white light with me and counted. time.

After about ten seconds, the white light slowly dissipated, and the shield returned to its original state again.

"The current duration is about fourteen or five seconds," Jackson said, "I remember it was only six seconds at the beginning."

He frowned and thought for a while, and finally shook his head vigorously and said: "Forget it, I can't remember. In short, that is to say, the higher the level of a combat skill, the longer its duration, and relative to its endurance, It will also get stronger.”

"Of course, these are just the characteristics of my combat skills. Other combat skills also have different characteristics. You need to dig out this yourself." Jackson looked like a teacher and talked endlessly. I impart knowledge of combat techniques.

At this moment, my head is already pounding.

The reason is simple. I have already learned about these in the Adventurer's Manual, and the only question I wanted to ask him for just now was how to obtain unique combat skills!

This guy actually told me so many irrelevant things, I felt like I was being fooled.

Immediately, I ignored him, turned to one side, fell on the bed, and covered him with the quilt.

"Eh? I haven't finished speaking yet." Jackson continued to use his unwillingness to give up.

"I don't want to listen anymore, I want to sleep," I said expressionlessly, "Also, I don't want to be disturbed when I'm sleeping, hehe, hehehe, then, good night."

"It's too late, you big-headed ghost!" Jackson yelled: "It's only two o'clock!"

Just like that, an ordinary day passed.

Early the next morning, busy life began again.

The group of people entered the portal happily and started a new day of monster spawning adventure.

I was still alone, going down to spawn monsters. After reaching the thirteenth floor, I did not rush to the fourteenth floor, but once again stepped into the several connected caves.

When I reached the end and exited the cave, what I saw was an empty room. There was no demonized bat boss, no Saladika, and no other demonized bat buried underground.

Some are just large pits after digging, and mounds of soil piled beside the large pits.

I walked to the mound and looked down. In the deep pit, there were still some roots of Saladika that had dried up.

Jumping into the pit, I leaned down, picked up a piece of root, and twisted it gently. The slightly yellowed root turned into a handful of fine ash like flour.

Sighing, I planned to jump out of the pit, but with a little force on my feet, I suddenly felt a hard touch on my right foot.

I stopped and moved my right foot, only to find that there was a gray-white hard object buried deep in the soil, with only a small bulge exposed.

"What is this?" I pulled out my Zanmatachi sword, picked it lightly with the tip of the sword, then slapped it, and then scratched it hard again.

There was absolutely no movement.

"It doesn't look like a living thing." I muttered, carefully using the tip of the knife to peel away the soil near the white bulge, and digging in bit by bit.

Although I don’t know what this thing is or whether it has dangerous properties, I am certain of two things: first, this thing is definitely not a living thing; second, it is definitely not buried by humans.

The reason is simple. Before I left that day, I had a general impression of the surface of the soil in the pit. But when I stood on the edge of the pit and checked, I didn't find any signs of stirring.

Secondly, the roots of Saladica in the big pit are scattered everywhere. If someone digs the pit, part of the dry roots of Saladica will be destroyed, instead of being piled together completely like now. .

Since it was not buried artificially, who did it? And, what exactly is this?