On the other side.
Li Changzhou instantly pounced within five meters of the drunkard, with the Black Death floating behind him, raising its massive white bone scythe.
The pale scythe, moving with incredible speed, slashed towards the drunkard like a bolt of moonlight.
The drunken man, in a fit of rage and fearlessness, raised his arms, large enough to support a horse, reached for a sickle with his left hand, and threw a punch at Li Changzhou with his right.
"laugh--"
Amidst the roars, the wind and rain, and the whistling of fists, the sound of burning was insignificant.
The sickle sliced across the water's surface, cutting through the drunkard's left arm.
The drunkard's left arm fell like a noodle, striking his side with a crisp "thud".
The drunkard felt nothing; his entire body reeked of alcohol as he channeled it into his right fist, which he threw at Li Changzhou, the massive fist tearing through the air.
Li Changzhou lowered his body and swung his right arm.
The Emerald Bee Sword, like a green dragon emerging from a sleeve, swelled upon exposure to light, humming as it gently brushed across the base of the drunkard's right arm.
With a "thud," another crisp sound rang out, and the man's entire right arm fell to the ground like dead flesh, while blood gushed from his shoulder like a waterfall.
"ah!
!
On the drunkard's thick neck, veins bulged one by one, and he felt pain.
But the alcohol had numbed all his senses, turning his fear, dread of death, and panic into excitement, anger, and power.
His eyes were bloodshot, his breath was like a bull's, he tilted his head back to gather his strength, and then he rammed into Li Changzhou.
The scythe-like moonlight spun around and landed in front of the drunkard's head as he rammed into it. The two slid past each other without disturbing one another.
The drunkard's eyes slowly turned white, and he crashed heavily to the ground like a mountain collapsing, making a loud "thud!" sound, his teeth clanging against the concrete floor.
Li Changzhou glanced at the gradually shrinking drunkard and the white identity card on the ground, then looked up at the nun.
"puff!"
The moose snorted, and Li Changzhou was momentarily stunned, his gaze shifting to the male stag.
Mating competition
As long as you compete with it and win, you can mate with the female on its back.
Hormones surged, and the nun's red lips became luscious and tempting.
In his fantasy, the nun's white teeth gently bit his earlobe and then gently sucked on it.
If you win against this moose, you can hold the nun in your arms and mate with her to your heart's content.
The moose stared intently, its breath hot, its massive antlers aimed at Li Changzhou with a burning desire to mate.
At the same time, the nun chanted: "The Lord says, all men must encounter hardship in this world—"
The sound seemed like a groan...
"—Like Mars soaring into the sky."
...It was like a soft chuckle in my ear, the breath tickling my earlobe, both itchy and strangely comforting.
Sparks fell from the sky.
One of the stray particles flew quickly and struck Li Changzhou, burning through his military uniform and leaving a black hole in his body.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with pain, but also with the excitement and rage of racing the moose.
The Black Death roared silently, its bone scythe slashing, the tip of the blade like a cold star, traveling against the rain of red sparks, falling towards the moose's brow.
"Moo!"
The moose growled and roared, its intricate antlers like iron chains, trying to strangle the bone sickle.
Sparks were falling from the sky, about to engulf Li Changzhou.
Li Changzhou's scarlet eyes were fixed on the moose.
In that instant, the nun felt a chill run through her body as a strong sense of crisis washed over her.
Like a sickle falling from an axe, it suddenly swung horizontally, cutting the nun in half like slicing straw.
"A voice came from heaven!" The nun's voice was authoritative yet urgent, "You must not lay a hand on her!"
The scythe rested on the nun's waist. A gentle breeze swept by, and the nun's headscarf occasionally pierced through the scythe.
Li Changzhou slowly clenched his fist, and sparks flew back and gathered on his fist.
He threw a punch.
Bang!
Flame Wave!
Bull horn spiral force!
The Martians formed a drill, piercing through the moose's body, drilling through the ground, and leaving a scorched crater.
A large, smoking hole runs through the moose from head to tail, its inner walls lined with roasted meat and charred bones.
The nun leaped lightly and landed on the ground. The next moment, the moose’s huge body collapsed, like a pile of bonfires, or like the bones and fur left behind by cannibals.
Since there's no identification card, it must be in someone else's possession.
"Impressive skill," Li Changzhou exclaimed.
His horn-spiraling force simply didn't have that much power; those sparks burning people and objects were as easy as a mosquito coil burning a plastic bag.
The nun's gaze swept over the several holes in Li Changzhou's body that had been burned by sparks.
She was fooled by this, thinking that Li Changzhou had fallen victim to the moose mating competition.
The mating competition has a drawback: if there is someone else who wants to mate more than the nun, this skill will become ineffective.
This flaw wasn't originally considered a flaw.
Sister Laenne, a great beauty who possesses both Eastern and Western beauty.
Her long, jet-black hair was draped over her back, falling to the center of her back.
Her golden almond-shaped eyes possessed a captivating charm;
Her full breasts pushed her simple nun's habit high, and her waist was as slender as a flower branch.
The skirt clung tightly to her lower body, perfectly outlining the long and full lines of her legs.
With her devilish figure and the holy aura of a nun, no one could resist Laena's charm, not even women.
but......
Li Changzhou ran his fingers over the wounds on his body, instinctively wanting to rub the blood into beads, but then remembered he needed to conceal his identity and finally gave up.
"Impossible!" The smoke-smoking man, riddled with arrow holes, wailed miserably. "Miles predicted an 80% chance of winning! Impossible! We can't possibly lose!"
The Water Maiden's tentacles have been reduced to only three.
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