As Bucky Wuzi said, he actually started the on-site teaching and really dislocated his right arm.

"Hmph, this is a skill to master when using various creatures as a host. Now I can not only enter the human body, but even complex organisms can invade. Do you understand? More bones and joints can Make the body make more complicated movements, hum, I have done a lot of experiments long ago."

When Bucky Wuzi said, he looked proud.

Takimaru feels that he has encountered a problem: Is the reason why I can't judge the trajectory of this guy's attack because of his numerous bones and complicated joints?

Bucky Wuzzi continued: "Even so, I still want to appreciate your ability to remove the lumbar vertebrae correctly. If it is an ordinary person, the winner will be determined, but unfortunately, even if the spine is removed, I You can already rely on other bones to support your body, and nerves can spread throughout your body through the bones."

As he spoke, he took out a twenty kilogram iron mound from his body.

"Weighing the weight?" Takimaru didn't understand what he was going to do.

"Do you understand? If you don't understand, I will let you understand it!"

As he said, the bones of his right arm were dislocated steadily, and then he smashed it with an iron mound.

With a sound of breaking through the air, the iron mound came straight to the front door. He tilted his head to avoid it, but the iron mound came from behind and hit the back of his head.

"Hmph, you must understand this time, right?"

Of course Takimaru understood that this guy took advantage of his body structure to turn his entire arm into a chain that can move freely!

But the flexibility of the "chain" was far beyond his imagination. The next moment, like a snake whip, the iron mound hit Takimaru with a crit.

"Haha, can you judge my actions?"

In the provocation of Bucky Wuzi laughed wildly, Takimaru had been spit out blood.

[No...it’s not good, I can’t judge the trajectory of the attack at all, if that’s the case...]

Takimaru seemed to be determined to die, waving his fists and flying around again: "Corkscrew shooting!"

It is still the same as before, hitting the position of the abdomen and lumbar spine.

"Idiot, didn't you already tell you it's useless?"

Bucky Wuzi laughed, and the iron mound hit him on the head, Takimaru fell to the ground again...

the other side.

"Beat the meat head mallet!"

Balikamon's huge body fell on the ground again like a cannonball, and the surrounding ice was almost fragmented by the bombardment.

Before he attacked, March had avoided.

"Damn it, don't run around!"

Markey complained: "Who is running around, you big bastard, you move very fast!"

Ballycarmon: "Hmph, it's better not to judge by my appearance alone, you dumb foodies! Social **** is a **** after all, it seems that I don’t judge my strength at all. Eyes!"

Hearing this, the members of the food gang were unhappy: "We don't want to be treated as garbage by food, idiot!"

And March waved to his men: "You three, step back!"

"Deputy head?"

"Huh, it's useless to step back, you will have to die in the end!"

Ballykamon snorted, and flew up again: "Meat smashed!"

Upon seeing this, Markey quickly drew his sword to greet him. When the blade broke through the air, the opponent quickly flew back supporting the ground.

[So fast response speed! 】

But just as March was astonished by his speed, Balikamon hit the ground with one foot and flew from the side to attack.

With this blow, March didn't avoid it and was hit in the chest. He vomited blood and almost fell.

"Deputy head!"

"You stinky fat pig!"

The members of the Food Gang scolded and shot at Balikamon again.

But because of the thick and slippery grease on its body, bullets still cannot cause damage to it.

At this time, March held back, with the sword intent condensed on the blade, and launched an assault on the opponent: "Juhe·Three-stage cut!"

In the moment of drawing his sword, March cut out three swords.

"Shell barrier!" Looking at Balikamon again, his body still shrank into a ball, only showing the position of the helmet, hand guards and knee pads.

Three swords slashed on it, making three clear and loud sounds of "ding, ding, ding".

Balikamon fell on the ground, stood up straight again, and saw the shallow sword marks cut out on his armguard, he couldn't help but praised: "Huh~ It's really a good knife. It's cutting into my shell wall. The blade behind the barrier is not broken."

Markey sighed: "This is what I want to say. Even my way can't hurt the hardness of a minute. It's really a good armor!"

Ballykamon blew his handguards: "Hmph! Of course, this is made from some kind of tortoise carapace...the domineering turtle that runs rampant in the sea is called a'live torpedo'. Bumping a turtle! The strength and durability of this guy's carapace is second to none in nature! Originally, the catching level of a bumping turtle was 60. Therefore, this is a precious thing that is rarely listed in the world!"

Marge didn't seem to have much interest in his armor: "Well, compared to this, I am more surprised by your actions, your reaction to my attack is fast, and the speed of action is below this freezing point. Why can you be so agile without wearing protective clothing in an environment?"

Food Gang member: "Is that your sweat?"

Balikamon: "That's not sweat, but antifreeze!"

Antifreeze fluid, which inhabits in Antarctica and other places, fish in seawater whose temperature is below zero is made of antifreeze protein in the body, which can prevent the body from freezing.

Markey: "Antifreeze? That's so, so you can maintain your body temperature in a sub-freezing environment? Even the bullets of the machine gun slip on the skin, which is also... a large amount of antifreeze is released Reduce the friction with the bullet?"

The food gang members are even more puzzled: "Wait, why can you secrete antifreeze?"

"That's because I have liked to eat animals and fishes in the extreme cold regions since I was a child, and for a long time, because of the activation of gourmet cells, the fat has gradually changed."

To put it bluntly, this antifreeze is the fat of different ordinary people secreted by Balikamon.

"Even so, your reaction speed and quickness of action are still puzzling!"

"You guy didn't understand at all!"

"Ok?"

"It's not that I am fast, but yours...too slow!"

As Ballykamon said, he flew up again, his fist blasted out like a cannonball, and knocked March out again.

"Deputy head!"

"Mr. March!"

Looking at March, who had been fighting and losing, Balikamon smiled: "You, don't you think that you can move freely here like me? Don't forget, it's an extremely cold place..."

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