"Moo—"
The bull's head, like an arrow drawn from a bow, was forcibly pulled back by its body.
As it lowered its head, Li Changzhou's fist was no longer aimed at the vulnerable neck, but at the incredibly sharp and hard bull horns.
Lao She's "The Fist of God" Act III: "Always leave room for maneuver in everything, don't get stuck on a single point."
There is also a fable about a mouse that insisted on going into the corner of a bull's horn and ended up dying inside.
Thinking about these stories from his elementary school days, Li Changzhou remained calm while exerting all his strength to dodge the punch at the last second before it hit the bullseye.
The tip of his horn, like a red pen, drew a red line from the back of his fist to the middle of his wrist.
Beads of blood quickly seeped from the red line.
Li Changzhou's punch finally landed on the buffalo's head, making the buffalo dizzy and causing his own hand to go numb.
He suddenly raised his knee and rammed it into the cow's chin.
The buffalo instinctively pressed down with both hands to block the attack, then pushed hard to pull itself away.
The two distanced themselves from each other.
The water buffalo was panting.
There was both physical exhaustion and the shock of a life-or-death crisis.
This upright beast is abnormal. Unlike the upright beasts I've encountered before, which would either stand there dumbfounded or turn and run away after I punched them, leaving me with a broken back.
Li Changzhou didn't feel anything, but he glanced at Yang Qinglan and the others again and saw them walk into the forest.
'Great, with Yang Qinglan's help, killing this cow will be easy. Damn, I was terrified.'
It's over.
Li Changzhou realized something was wrong.
The standoff wasted too much time; the second "dopamine control" was over, and I still had 3 points of intelligence left.
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