Chapter 196 The Simplest Tactics

Tragedy is happening.

Under the dim light, among the dark trees, scarlet blood gurgled.

"Devil.Devil"

The addict's skinny face was full of fear, and his scarred body was shaking constantly.

Of course he couldn't see the ferocious beast standing next to Anthony, but just like the strange encounter when he lost his hands for no apparent reason, this kind of invisible thing was the real terror to ordinary people.

"Oh, it's so dirty."

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

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

"Bucciarati, come back quickly!!"

The shouting stopped, and the woods remained as quiet as usual.

Bucciarati's body did not appear as he expected, but the abused drug addict completely woke up from the severe pain:

"No, don't kill me."

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

The addict tried his best to hold his handless and injured body, pitifully and humbly bowing his head and begging to Anthony, the only one he could see in front of him.

"enough!"

Anthony pouted and looked at the addict with disgust in his eyes.

Although addicts become addicts 80% of the time because of the "specialties" sold by their organizations, Anthony still feels infinite contempt for such disgusting humanoid bed bugs:

"It's all because of you, you're a piece of toxic garbage that will pollute the land even if you die."

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

"never mind."

The more Anthony talked, the angrier he became, and a trace of murderous anger gradually emerged on his young face:

"I'd better kill you!"

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

"No, please."

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

And in the "empty" air in front of him, a wide, thick and long tongue was like a sneaking python, slowly winding towards his fragile and fatal neck.

But at this moment.

Between the trees, in the direction where Bucciarati and Apaki disappeared just now, there was a sudden rustling sound.

"Well, is there anyone?"

Anthony's expression changed, and the long tongue that was almost exploring the addict's neck suddenly changed its direction.

"Haha. It's you. You are indeed back."

"I knew it. Just like a child who can't help but squeeze bubble paper when he sees it, good people like you just can't watch innocent people die!"

Although the light in the forest where the light could not reach was too dark to distinguish, Anthony was still beaming with excitement:

"Come out"

"Let's have a good fight!"

There was still only a rustling sound over there.

The enemy that Anthony expected did not appear directly, but was hiding in the darkness not far away and did not know 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 immediately noticed the ground under his feet:

Judging from the substitute ability of the steel chain fingers, Bucciarati's best way to get close to his true body is to hide and sneak.

And now that the other party has been reluctant to show up head-on, he must have thought of this, so he was preparing to attack from underground.

Anthony made this judgment of "predicting the enemy's aircraft first".

He stared closely at the ground under his feet, even silently calculating in his mind the time it would take for the other party to escape from the ground and approach:

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

"King of the River!"

Anthony thought, and the long tongue in the black-skinned toad's mouth slammed hard to the ground like a whip.

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

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

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

"Swallow this ground and let their heads show!"

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

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

It was as if the soil had been removed from the world out of thin air, causing a large 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 looked a little embarrassed.

He dug a big pit in the ground for nothing. There was nothing in the pit, just like a grave waiting to be buried.

And then.

"What are you doing attacking the ground?"

Bucciarati slowly walked out of the shadows of the woods.

He looked at Anthony who was yelling at the ground with an indifferent expression, and showed his figure upright.

"Aren't you going to attack from underground?"

Anthony looked at Bucciarati in front of him with some surprise:

Bucciarati was the only one who came - this was not surprising, after all, Apa basically had no fighting ability, and Anthony did not expect that this "bastard fish" would also come back to die.

However, what surprised him was:

Facing the "invincible in close combat" King of the River, Bucciarati did not attack 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 Bucciarati just looked at him coldly with calm eyes, as if the young man 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 'invincibility in close combat' was a false proposition from the beginning."

"As long as you make good use of the tools and the speed and strength of my steel chain fingers, I can defeat you openly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the steel-chained fingers slowly walked out of the trees behind Bucciarati, and the metallic blue body glowed with a special luster under the light.

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

In fact, it is not a magic weapon.

It was just two short and thick wooden sticks that were picked out from the woods and were durable enough.

However, just two ordinary thick wooden sticks were enough to make Anthony change his mind:

"You can swallow an object only if you reach three marks in total."

"For those melee-type substitutes who are not very fast, this is of course an unsolvable ability."

"But my steel chain fingers are stronger than most melee avatars. Their speed is comparable to that tongue, and their strength can suppress your avatar without any suspense."

"This means"

"Before the tongue touched my body, the steel chain fingers almost succeeded in flicking the tongue away with the stick."

Anthony's expression has become very embarrassed:

indeed.

There is really no need for any strategy to defeat his River King. As long as the strength and speed are strong enough, the enemy can carry a "shield" and attack without any brains.

It's just that high-speed and high-strength melee substitutes are very rare. Anthony has never encountered such an "unreasonably strong" opponent before, so he has never been aware of this special weakness.

Bucciarati paused slightly, and then said slowly in a tone that was extremely rare in him and contained murderous intent:

"The next step is simple math problems that Nalan Jia can do:"

"One wooden stick can stop it three times before it is devoured. Two sticks can stop it six times."

"I just noticed that the tongue can be ejected up to 7 meters."

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

As he spoke, Bucciarati slowly stepped forward.

Every steady step carries a shocking power:

"You will be the one who dies!"