My control skills are too weird

Zuo Yuan retreated crazily, and the grumpy old man pursued desperately.

The strange thing is that Zuo Yuan looked back at the grumpy old man while running.

His behavior not only greatly reduced his running speed, but also angered the grumpy old man.

Just concentrate on escaping. What do you mean by looking at me while running?

Are you afraid that I won't be able to catch up with you?

Anger quickly leveled the distance between them.

The grumpy old man raised his sharp blade and slashed at his back.

But Zuo Yuan suddenly stopped sideways. The grumpy old man never expected that he would suddenly make such a move, and the sharp blade almost swung down against Zuo Yuan's nose.

He also jumped forward due to inertia. Zuo Yuan seized this opportunity and hit the opponent's waist with a right swing fist.

The severe pain caused the grumpy old man to retreat crazily.

He was covering his waist with his left hand, holding the sharp blade tightly with his right hand, and stared at Zuo Yuan with his bloodshot eyes.

Zuo Yuan, on the other hand, rubbed the tip of his nose with lingering fear.

That knife almost didn't cut off his blackheads.

If he had moved just half a second slower, his nose would have been shortened by half.

Although this time was very thrilling, he seemed to gradually realize that besides his career...

There seems to be a rather special ability!

Moreover, this ability needs to be developed by oneself, not just used like a profession.

The outcome of this first wave of confrontation was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one expected that the C-level berserker would be at a disadvantage if nothing unexpected happened!

Feeling the looks of people around him, the grumpy old man felt a little embarrassed.

"Damn it! What kind of man do you think you are if you hide and hide? If you are a man, you have to fight head-on! I don't use weapons, I just fight hand-to-hand. Do you dare!?"

The grumpy old man really hates those who chase but can't catch them, catch them but can't hit them.

This kind of battle is not exciting at all, but it is full of anger.

"No brother, I am a controller and you are a berserker fighting hand to hand, right? Is there something wrong with you or me?"

Zuo Yuan also didn't expect that the other party would make such an outrageous suggestion.

...Although he thinks this suggestion is quite good.

The grumpy old man also admitted that he was in the wrong and felt that this was indeed unfair.

Even if he doesn't use a knife, just based on his professional characteristics, Zuo Yuan is far inferior to him in terms of strength and resistance to strikes.

"Forget it, you can come directly, I won't run away." Zuo Yuan said.

"You kid, you'd better not run away!" The grumpy old man raised his knife and went to kill him again.

Zuo Yuan did not run away this time.

But Zuo Yuan narrowly dodged the attack of the grumpy old man again.

The grumpy old man also sped up his attack speed.

But the strange thing is that every time he swings the knife, Zuo Yuan dodges it.

From being reluctant at the beginning, to being able to do it with ease later on.

This strange sense of dissonance made the grumpy old man feel more and more uncomfortable.

Every dodge was just right, as if Zuo Yuan could predict the future.

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't sit still.

"Brother, can you do it? Don't tell me that you can't beat an unarmed F-class waste!"

"If you really can't do it, just give up. It will make me suffer from cerebral thrombosis."

"If you really can't beat this, you can commit suicide, really."

"Just use your skills to kill him! What's going on with him? I'm really worried!"

"Why do you look so bulky!"

The words of these people stimulated the irritable old man, and he directly released the skill [No end without fighting]

In an instant, his eyes turned red.

The powerful anger was suppressing Zuo Yuan like an overwhelming force. This fierce and boundless sense of oppression made Zuo Yuan frown.

His attack speed was much faster than before. Zuo Yuan could not adapt to the rhythm for a while. He failed to dodge several times and was cut by the sharp blade, but the wounds were not too big.

But soon Zuo Yuan found his rhythm again and once again completely dodged the opponent's attack.

"It's so annoying! Hiding around like a mouse!"

The grumpy old man has been holding in his anger and has nowhere to vent it.

After all, every time he swung the knife, it landed in the air, which felt quite bad.

Not only does this destroy your self-confidence, but you also get more angry and your attacks become twisted.

The grumpy old man noticed something was wrong a long time ago, but he didn't know exactly what caused it.

But just after using the skill, he successfully injured Zuo Yuan, so he gave up that idea.

But now, he couldn't even hurt Zuo Yuan after using his skills.

The grumpy old man canceled his skills and stopped attacking.

"What kind of trick are you kid playing!?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Me? What tricks can I, a loser, do?"

Zuo Yuan responded helplessly and took a sip of the blood from the cut on his arm.

"Your movements are very wrong! Why do you just escape every time!?" The grumpy old man was very angry.

"What are you talking about? If you chop me, I can't hide? How about I stand still and chop you?"

"You know what I'm talking about, stop talking nonsense."

"What are you talking about? I don't know."

"You fucking..."

Zuo Yuan's pretending to be stupid was very effective, and the grumpy old man rushed over with overwhelming anger.

However, this time Zuo Yuan did not dodge his attack.

With a flash of cold light, the sharp blade flew away from his hand. After spinning in the air for an unknown number of times, it was finally inserted into the soil.

The grumpy old man stared at Zuo Yuan in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"Look, you would be like this if I didn't hide. I'm trying to save some face for you and let you fight for a while. You have to ask for trouble." Zuo Yuan looked like he was being treated like a donkey for his good intentions.

quiet……

There was deathly silence all around.

Not to mention the group of guys looking for trouble, even Wen Xuan and An Tao were stunned.

Everyone who gradually came back to their senses took a sharp breath, their pupils widened as if they had seen a ghost.

"What's going on with this guy! Why did he kick away other people's weapons?"

"Is he really Class F? Have we all been deceived?"

"Even if you're not F-level, you can't defeat a berserker with skills activated with bare hands!"

"I don't understand. I really don't understand. Did he use any special skills?"

"You call this an F-level controller? Who the hell believes this! The intelligence must be wrong, and we were all deceived!"

"It seems right if you think about it carefully. Why would an S-class gunner consider an F-class controller as his boss? Isn't this just a mental illness?"

"It's broken! It seems that everyone has been deceived by those in their class! They are deliberately spreading rumors! This is to make everyone underestimate their strength!"

The group of people around them suddenly had an epiphany, and all previous inconsistencies became reasonable.

It's no wonder that Zuo Yuan vowed to accept a one-on-one challenge with others.

Who can beat a guy who can make an S-class gunner recognize his boss?

And the irritable old man seemed to have figured this out, and his anger was immediately extinguished.

"I'm super! Aren't you an F-level controller!?" After hearing everyone's inference, Wen Xuan was shocked.

"I can't come!" Zuo Yuan himself was shocked.

How come these people figured it out on their own?