[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

I don't know what it's like to have your blood drained, because I haven't experienced it.

But at this moment, I can feel my body trembling unconsciously, and my limbs seem to be covered with a layer of solid ice, so cold that it is difficult to even move.

This isn't the first time I've faced murder, but it's the first time I've faced someone I've interacted with being attacked.

anger?

No, it's not like that.

After all, I just met the natives by chance, at best, he gave me a few coins to buy me juice.However, there was still an unexplainable feeling in my heart.

If it is said that what I felt was unwillingness and guilt when facing the hand that the little boy stretched out to me, then my feelings may be more complicated now.

The movement of the body is always one step ahead of the thought.

I used the sole of my right foot as the power point, lowered my center of gravity and rushed towards Stein.

The hero killer didn't seem to expect that I would suddenly attack. His shoulder firmly ate my flying kick, and the knife stuck on the aborigine's body also left its original position with the sudden change of the owner's body center of gravity.

"...Just right," I raised my head and stared blankly at the wanted criminal in front of me, "I even bet my father that I will find you within three days."

It seems that the trip to Baoxu will end soon.

The only troublesome thing is that I didn't bring my mobile phone, and I don't know if Cheap Daddy and the others can patrol this area.

Of course, I guess not.

Therefore, my actions should be mainly to leave with the wounded, and just think about defeating Stein.No matter how strong I am, I'm still just a student. Compared with the wanted criminal who has killed many professional heroes, I'm afraid my fighting power is not enough for him to bite his teeth.

"Kid...?" Stein seemed to be taken aback for a moment, "Get lost, this is not a place where kids should come."

I pulled the corners of my mouth and laughed.

"You mean, because you are a child, you should be indifferent when you see someone being killed in front of your eyes?"

Do not make jokes.

I really don't want to be a hero, but that doesn't mean I can stand someone being killed right in front of my eyes.For me, whether it's the native people who are lying on the ground or the little boy who reaches out to me, they are the ones I should rescue. This will not change.

"Arrogant brat," Stein raised the knife. The heavily worn weapon was glowing with a glaring white light. It seemed to have been well maintained, and he didn't know how those gaps were made. "I'll say it again, Get out!"

"Don't you think your way of persuading people to leave is too strong? This will scare the child to tears!"

I was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so I jumped up again and kicked the opponent's head with my left foot.

This time I was not as lucky as last time.The wanted man's battered Japanese knife lodged precisely between the soles of my feet and his head, easily removing all the force I had put on the blow.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted strength with his arms and swung me away by nearly two meters.

I had to adjust my center of gravity and half-squat down to the ground.

Considering the analysis done before, Stein should not be very good at one-to-many battles.My strength alone is really not enough to affect his actions, but there are other people present besides me.

"Mr. Native!" I deliberately lowered my tone, trying to make myself appear more calm, "Please join me in defeating him...I will try not to use my personality!"

Students without a hero license are not allowed to use their personalities to hurt people.

Fortunately, I have never liked the use of personalities very much, and combat is mainly based on physical skills. Such regulations are not very difficult for me.Just don't know how unlicensed students would count for hurting someone without using their personality.

Presumably intentional injury?

The young man froze for a moment.The moment he stood up staggeringly, Stein suddenly raised the knife that had made a cut in the native's body, and licked the blood on the blade with his tongue.

So disgusting.

I did hear Cheap Daddy mention that some of the criminals he catches have a special penchant for blood.But hearing it is different from seeing it with my own eyes. At least for now, Stein's blood-licking action makes me feel extremely unhappy.

This guy is a total criminal.

I am well aware of this fact.

"It must feel good to lick the blood of the person you hurt," I stood up and clenched my fists, with untrimmed nails embedded in my palms, with a sobering feeling of pain, "What is this? Showing off? Or a demonstration?"

Stein said nothing.He raised the knife again and looked up into my face.

"Get lost," the wanted man's voice sounded manic, "I never said children would not be my targets."

"That's really what I wish for," I heard my voice squeeze out bit by bit from my throat, like a balloon being shot with a bullet, "snap" with an almost crazy noise, "I can I don’t even want to run away from the murderer!”

Whatever his reasons, a murderer is a murderer.

To flee from a murderer by leaving the person who is being hurt is indistinguishable from being an accomplice.

I've killed three people, so I would never allow myself to kill a fourth.

Stein seemed to snort.

According to my idea, when I rushed to Stein, Mr. Native could attack from another direction.No matter how powerful Stein is, he is only one person. It is very difficult to defend against two directions and attack at the same time.

However, when I rushed to the hero killer again and kicked his legs against his lower body, the natives did not rush up.

Therefore, the wanted criminal easily avoided my attack. He turned over in the air and went directly from in front of me to behind me.I subconsciously turned around, switched the functions of my left and right legs, and raised my right leg to kick towards the opponent's abdomen.

The cold touch of the sharp weapon penetrates the self-protection of the body and reaches a deeper place.

The old Japanese knife easily sliced ​​through the skin of my right calf and pierced the long and narrow cut with blood.

I felt that my calf was probably stabbed in half by Stein's knife. When I wanted to retract my leg, my body felt an unpleasant sense of stagnation as if something was stuck forcibly.

Although there are people who say not to use personality as much as possible...but there is absolutely no way to do it in this situation.

Stein seemed to relax momentarily as he took hold of my leg, and looked up into my face.Different from before, this time he looked at me with a chilling gaze.

This person really wants to kill me now.

I smiled at him.

"The knife is a good knife," I said. "It's a pity."

As the words fell, the Japanese sword that pierced my calf was twisted by external force into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

A small part of the blade fragments still remained in my flesh and blood, so when I lowered my legs and stepped back, I could clearly feel the sharp pain.

My bleeding should be quite large, even if Stein's Japanese sword was twisted, the remaining half of the blade in the hero killer's hand is still stained with some dark liquid.

Immediately afterwards, the wanted man raised the half Japanese knife in my sight, and licked the remaining blood on it with his tongue.

The body suddenly became heavy.

Almost involuntarily, my body fell forward, incapacitated in a nearly blank consciousness.

The author has something to say:

Well, the heroine is cold, she has type AB blood (stepmother's smile.jpg)