The long knife in his hand instantly pushed back the human boy who was like a maggot attached to his bones. This time the length of the long knife played a big role. The boy couldn't get close easily, so he used the short knife in his hand to move back.

Sword attacks will be ineffective.

What else can the young man think of to deal with it?

The woman in the memory fragment did not give him the answer to this problem.

After all, once those people get close to her, there is no so-called "next step".

Those poor guys had their throats cut off or their heart veins pierced in just an instant. How could they have any chance to fight back?

Young people can't do this.

Although wearing a tattoo is a high-end combat skill, it can have different effects in the hands of people with different strengths.

It's actually very easy to deal with this "clothed assassin", you just need to find a way to keep your opponent away.

Skills that cannot be used will not work no matter how powerful they are.

The young man encountered this embarrassing situation here. He was forced back by the wolf-headed man with a long knife.

The sword gleams forced him to give up his plan to fight back and instead think about how to survive this crazy attack.

But in fact, even if the previous confrontation was maintained, the young man was thinking the same thing as the black-haired wolf-headed man: No, we can't continue like this!

It seemed that the young man who had been harassing the werewolf had the upper hand.

In fact, if this state of exchanging offense and defense continues, the boy will lose.

Maybe even the wolf-headed man has forgotten that there is a gap in physical fitness between the two that cannot be ignored.

After all, the boy is just a boy, so how can his physical strength compare to that of this strong wolf-headed man? The boy has already consumed a lot of energy in the front, and the injuries he suffered before are not something that can be suppressed.

His body had been under heavy stress from overexertion during this period.

It wasn't just the black-haired wolf-headed man who wanted a quick victory, and the boy had no intention of dragging it out.

However, his attacks were ineffective, or he was unable to inflict real and effective damage to the wolf-headed man.

Every time he moved, he felt his legs become a little heavier.

His body is becoming less and less flexible, and his limbs are gradually losing control. Prejudging and reading memories require mental energy. Every large movement he makes is a test for this frail body.

After all, the gap in strength could not be made up by skills. If he wanted to deal with this difficult enemy just in close combat, it was obviously not something that this weak young man could do.

How long can it last?

This body of mine...

When the young man retreated to the living room and once again avoided the long knife that was coming from the hand of the wolf-headed man, the question that was lingering in his mind was immediately answered.

Suddenly there were stars in his eyes, his eyes turned black, and his whole body went limp.

In order to prevent himself from falling, the young man half-knelt on the ground, covering his ringing ears with both hands, and he had no choice but to drop the dagger in his hand.

The short sword made a clanging sound on the ground, but the long sword of the black-haired wolf-headed man did not stop.

It is impossible for a young man caught in such an abnormal state to have the strength to continue to dodge.

The wolf-headed man was a little surprised to see the boy suddenly kneel down, but he had no reason to give up this opportunity.

Looking at the oncoming sword light, the young man could only sigh silently in his heart, he was really helpless this time.

"Drink!!"

A white blade flashed, hot blood splashed on the ground, and an unwilling head rolled in the pool of blood.

"Boy! Are you okay?"

When the young man recognized the appearance of the man in front of him, his eyes darkened and he fell forward.

Zeref quickly caught the boy, laid him down on the ground, and held the back of the boy's head with his arms so that his whole body could relax.

"Is he okay, young man?"

Heimer put the bloody sword back into its sheath, and the originally ferocious black-haired wolf-headed man had been beheaded by him.

The crisis was thus resolved.

At that critical moment, Heimer and Zeref finally arrived.

They spent some time trying to find the boy's location, but as soon as they saw the figure of the black-haired wolf-headed man, they rushed over.

Fortunately, they arrived in time, and they took one step before the wolf-headed man took action against the boy, and ended the life of the evil wolf.

The boy lost consciousness, but this time was very short.

After just a moment, he opened his eyes again.

Facing him at this time were the dark stubble on Zeref's chin. This familiar scene made him feel at ease.

The young man reached out and pressed his still swollen temples. The symptoms of headache and chest tightness lingered on his body. It was obvious that he had reached his limit just now.

There is a price to pay for exceeding the limit. For example, the current physical weakness and pain are one of the prices. If there are any hidden diseases that are difficult to detect, the young man will not be too surprised.

"How long have I been lying there?"

The boy asked. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. No matter how short the dream was, it couldn't be used as a standard to measure the time spent in reality.

"Just a moment, boy, you are really lucky."

Zeref sighed, and you could tell from his tone that the man was really relieved that the boy had successfully escaped.

"I want to get up."

The boy put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up on his own. But now his whole body was weak and he couldn't exert himself for a while. It was only after Zeref helped him that he finally got up.

"How are you? Boy, are you feeling better now?"

Heimer walked up to the boy and knelt down to check his injuries. There were no obvious injuries on the boy's body, mostly scratches and partial bruises.

"I think I'm fine, thank you."

The young man coughed twice and looked pale, but he recovered somewhat and his body was gradually able to move freely.

"It's okay, we have to get out of here quickly."

Heimer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the boy could still walk independently without Zeref's support.

After all, at this time, if there are still injured people, it will still be quite difficult for them to evacuate safely.

"That's good, let's leave quickly."

Zeref urged, he didn't want to stay in this land of right and wrong.

"Wait a minute! Lord Heimer."

The young man clutched his chest, his heart still beating abnormally.
Chapter completed!