Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 446: Step 4 is still difficult

The sudden appearance of the thugs made Uncle Solan panic. Looking at the powerful and ferocious thugs around him, he squatted on the ground timidly with his hands raised high.

"Gentlemen... could you please give me a few more days? For the sake of Winter Liturgy Eve, I beg you...

"I'll pay it back next week! Next week! I'll definitely pay it back!

"I've already collected enough money and sold an apartment. The other side is collecting the money and going through the transfer procedures... Gentlemen, you know, it's Winter Holiday, and the banks and the government are closed... The money won't arrive until next week...

"Really! I'm not lying to you! I can show you the electronic contract!"

"Next week! Really next week! Please, kind gentlemen..."

Uncle Solan prostrated himself on the ground, begging bitterly and humbly, but the thugs around him remained unmoved, and even laughed at the uncle's humble attitude.

"Good-hearted! Indeed, our boss is very kind, lending you so much money and giving you so many days of grace.

“But look at you, how have you repaid us?

"Drag! Drag! Drag! Drag and drag! And now I haven't seen a cent!

"You're such a bad-hearted guy! You really hurt our boss's feelings!"

A thug stepped forward, raised his prosthetic left leg, and kicked Uncle Solan hard in the stomach.

Intermittent groans were heard, and passers-by moved aside, not wanting to have anything to do with such things.

The remaining thugs stretched their muscles, stepped forward, and prepared to beat up Uncle Solan who was lying on the ground.

At this moment, a folding stool came flying out of the store and hit a gangster on the head accurately.

A gray-green figure flew out of the store, and Field's feet stepped accurately on the gangster's face, and he fell to the ground with the unlucky gangster.

Field's movements were surprisingly agile, his body's nerve signals far faster than the electrical currents of his inferior modified prosthetics. The moment he fell to the ground, he immediately grabbed a folding chair, flipped over, and smashed it against the thug's good leg.

The thug with a prosthetic leg groaned, clutching his leg and falling to the ground, rolling back and forth. The metal prosthesis might be able to withstand the elbow blow from the folding chair, but compared to flesh and blood, it was still too weak.

Field's superb fighting instinct did not allow him to leave any trouble. He turned over and used the potential energy to step firmly on the gangster's fracture, completely destroying his ability to move.

The first gangster who was shot in the head was bleeding from all seven orifices. Fresh blood stuck to Field's shoes, leaving a bloody footprint on the gangster's calf.

The remaining two thugs finally reacted, shaking their modified prosthetic arms and rushing towards Field.

This completely irregular modification uncontrollably increases the strength of the mechanical arm, completely ignoring the burden on the body and flesh, and can exert tremendous power, which is definitely not something an ordinary flesh and blood body can withstand.

Field naturally would not compete with strength. He chose the right moment, knelt down, picked up a folding stool, and hit the opponent's ankle with a steady, accurate and fierce attack.

The opponent was charging forward, and the sudden attack shook his center of gravity, causing him to fall flat on his face and collide with his teammates who were charging next to him.

The gangster who was hit had two thick leg prostheses, a strong upper body and a stable chassis. He did not fall down, but successfully dodged to the side and punched Field again.

Field slid around the bowl-sized fist like a loach, then straightened up, raised the folding stool and chopped it down, breaking the ankle of the man under him. He stepped on the injured area, took advantage of the small height, grabbed the sturdy arm, exerted force, and jumped onto the sturdy man's flesh and blood fist.

The burly man raised his head and met Field's gaze head-on. A subtle fear instantly pierced his heart.

Those pupilless black eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss. In this moment of battle, there was neither sorrow nor joy, no desire or quest, not even room for any thoughts. Any exploration or pursuit was drowned in this black silence, like a stone sinking into the ocean, transforming into an eternal nothingness. The inhuman, inorganic sensations, like tiny insects, made the strong man feel a physical discomfort, the tiny nibbles making him shudder.

Obviously, the strong man couldn't bear the weight of a person with just one arm of flesh and blood, so his arm was stomping and his body tilted forward. Field took advantage of this momentum and walked up the strong man's arm as lightly as a ghost, raised his foot and kicked the strong man's chin from bottom to top.

The opponent's prosthetic chassis was so stable that even with such an attack, Field's strength was not enough to shake the strong man's feet, and only made him stagger a few steps.

The ideal fall didn't happen. Field's body found a strategy faster than his mind. He flipped his body in the air with incredible force, and with one hand, he found a balance point on the strong man's body. Then, with a strong push, he adjusted his body and the strong man's body. He hooked his legs around the strong man's neck and used his waist to sit firmly on the strong man's neck.

The burly man immediately grabbed Field's legs, trying to throw him off or crush his slender calves. Field was one step faster and stuffed the seat of a folding stool into the burly man's mouth, which was unable to close. He hit it hard, hooked the flesh and pulled it out, and finally pulled out the chair and hit the man's nose.

The other party finally couldn't bear such extreme pain. No matter how strong his limbs were, he couldn't bear such pain. He knelt on the ground with his face covered, and then slowly fell sideways.

All the attacks were so smooth, displaying incomprehensible agility, each one precise and vicious, hitting the weak points without mercy. Everything was so logical... like an indelible instinct engraved in the soul.

After destroying the mobility of the four thugs, Field stood steadily beside Uncle Solan. Suddenly, he shuddered violently as if his soul had returned to his body.

After he made the decision to help Uncle Solan, his body's fighting instinct and twisted spiritual intuition took action before his personal consciousness.

The whole process happened so fast that Field only came to his senses after everything was settled.

Looking at the four fallen bodies twisting everywhere, and then looking at the folding stool in his hand covered with blood and debris, he shuddered all over and immediately dropped the chair in his hand as if he had been electrocuted, as if the chair was a loyal comrade in the previous second, but turned into an unlucky curse in the next second.

…Fuck…

What the hell! What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!!

Did I fucking do this?!

Hurry! Hurry!

Did I just go a little overboard?

The guilt in his heart and the fear of the enemy made Field take a few trembling steps back.

"Uh... sorry... did I scare you..."

Before waiting for the other party's response, Field grabbed the dazed Uncle Solan and turned around and ran away.

"What are you standing there for?! Run!"

Suddenly Field braked and turned back.

"Wait, I forgot something."

He ran to the gangsters, picked up the fire extinguisher on the ground, and sprayed it into the faces of the four gangsters until the powder was gone. Then he quickly threw it aside and ran away again.

"Don't look! This time it's real!

"Run quickly!!!!!!!"

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