Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"What a piece of shit!"

Lu Meng took out his crossbow, raised his hand and fired an arrow.

call out!

The bowstring was released, and the arrows shot out.

The figure seemed to notice it and turned his head at the last moment.

The iron arrow hit the connection between his shoulder and neck, and then penetrated out, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood.

Even if he didn't die on the spot, he probably injured an artery.

For most people, death is not far away.

But the figure still stood up.

He put down the half-eaten dog skeleton and held a stick in his hand.

The wound on the shoulder did not spurt out a column of blood under the blood pressure like a normal person, but a pool of liquid slowly gushed out, as if the person's heart was close to stopping.

He tilted his head and raised the weapon in his hand.

But Lu Meng is faster than him!

As early as when he shot the first arrow, he directly dropped the crossbow and rushed over with the knife in both hands, without waiting for the result of the crossbow arrow's hit.

Lu Meng had already rushed halfway when the arrow hit the figure.

When the man stood up, Lu Meng was already approaching him.

Before he raised his weapon—

Swing the knife!

There was a heartbreaking sound of metal friction.

Got it.

An iron rod with a rusty surface opened the long knife, sending up a flurry of iron filings.

Lu Meng was knocked back two steps by the opponent's impact.

This knife should not have been taken.

But at the moment when the long knife was about to touch the figure, he stretched out his free hand and directly grabbed the lower part of Lu Meng's blade, buying time to lift the iron rod.

Naturally, his palm was cut off entirely.

Trade injury for life, correct judgment.

Being able to block Lu Meng's blow is a warrior.

However, it was not this place that really touched Lu Meng.

He saw the man's appearance clearly.

She was completely naked, with a slender figure, shriveled limbs, and the waist connected between the chest and crotch suddenly tightened inwards. If this was a beauty, it would be enough to be considered a full hand.

However, this creature has no hair all over its body, and its skin is rough and hard, looking more like the exoskeleton of some kind of insect, glowing with a dead blue light.

Further up was the rectangular head, with eyelidless eyes staring intently at Lu Meng.

"Lilililili!" It roared shrilly.

Lu Meng took a stance, holding it with both hands, blocking the enemy's direction with the blade, and pointing the tip towards the creature's throat.

The Hive Tribe, no, the zombified Hive Tribe...

——The Fog Man.

The "Fog Man" rushed towards him. Lu Meng reversed the direction of the sword and used the blade's surface and back to meet its iron rod.

This is the first time Lu Meng has faced an opponent of the same level since he became a warrior. After the first sneak attack fails, it will be difficult to win quickly.

I just didn't expect that this opponent wasn't even human.

The Hive Tribe is one of the intelligent life forms among the flesh-and-blood races. Like humans and the Shark Tribe, they have each established their own civilization.

The characteristic of the hive tribe is that it has established a strict social order from the queen down to the worker bees, just like the bee colonies of the old times. While not strictly a Gestalt hive mind, there does seem to be evidence that they can communicate with each other in ways other than language.

But none of this can be applied to the fog man in front of him.

The Fog People are hive tribesmen who have lost their intelligence. They rely on instinct and a certain set of mysterious primitive rituals to carry out their activities, turning into pure killing machines.

Even though it was seriously injured and one of its hands was cut off, it didn't seem to feel the pain, but continued to roar and pounce.

Lu Meng took the time to block the puddle of mucus it threw out with the blade of the knife to prevent it from getting stuck on his face, and then continued to receive Fog Man's blow.

But the bone dog behind him howled anxiously, the bones all over his body were scratching, and his fearful look was already a stress reaction.

It seems that the one who attacked it was also the Fog Man.

Faced with its offensive, Lu Meng did not act on the spot, but danced wildly in a set of formulas. Each sword seemed to have nothing to do with the current situation, but in fact, it always collided with the opponent's weapon on the dance trajectory, as if this Sets are designed with every reaction from the enemy in mind.

[Melee skills: machete 17]

Fog Man's parry gradually began to look patchy.

This fog man looked like a worker bee "in life" and was not specialized in fighting. Even though they are both warriors like Lu Meng, their skills in using weapons are completely different.

What's more, the attack speed of blunt weapons is not as fast as knife weapons.

The moment Lu Meng grabbed Wu Ren's iron rod and it was blocked, the long knife rushed in, piercing deeply into its ribs.

With a sharp pull, the rancid organ fragments were thrown out.

However, Wuren seemed to be unaware, and rushed towards Lu Meng in response to the force of the knife. More flesh and blood was cut along the way, but the stick also hit Lu Meng's blocked left arm directly.

【Toughness 13→15】

A slight bone cracking sound.

Lu Meng gritted his teeth, turned the long knife with one hand, and knocked the stick open with the handle.

His left arm hung limply.

Just one blow increased his toughness by two points, indicating that it was indeed a serious injury.

Here's where it gets tricky.

Judging from the extent of its injuries, even if this fog man wins, it will definitely die.

But before it truly loses its ability to move, it will inevitably fight back desperately.

Completely different from ordinary warrior duels, Mist Man doesn't even consider protecting himself when attacking the enemy.

"Ouch!"

At this moment, a black shadow jumped out, and the bone dog bit into Fog Man's thigh.

Click.

The zombified hive people are attracted by the living life hanging on their bodies, and follow their instincts to beat them down with a stick.

However, Lu Meng rushed directly into its arms!

"No!"

The fog man was so excited that he opened his mouth wide.

Excessive force may even tear the muscles on both sides of the cheeks.

Then he bit Lu Meng's neck hard!

"hiss."

At that moment, even with the protection of the raised leather collar, Lu Meng felt like fine teeth were scraping across his skin, and then about to pierce through.

But Fog Man's movements suddenly stopped.

The blue body took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

The fog man's teeth were still biting Lu Meng's collar, hanging his whole head on his body.

The severed throat was still continuing to swallow, but it was just a physiological reflex.

At the moment when he pounced on Wu Ren, Lu Meng held the knife across his chest in advance.

When it opens its mouth to bite, it swings horizontally!

How can you allow a moment of negligence when you are against him?

On the other side, the Bone Dog was still biting at Mist Man's corpse, as if he still didn't know that this enemy was dead.

Lu Meng grabbed Wuren's head and slapped it on the ground.

Then he swung his knife and chopped off the limbs of the corpse.

Although it is a zombie to a certain extent, it is not that magical. After cutting off the nerve response and energy supply, it is only a matter of time before it loses its vitality.

[Actual combat level: 28→32 (Warrior)]

The actual combat level suddenly increased by four points. After all, they were opponents at the same level, but their specific level was still much worse than Lu Meng.

But he felt no sense of relief at all.

Looking around at the remains of the skeletal dog, this was definitely not something a fog man of this level could do.