The Monster I Was Redeemed

Musi easily pinched Maoyan's wrist with his other hand.

The dust splattered from the side; the astonished look in the cat's eyes, and the look of disbelief on the face of 1209 next to him.

Everything around him, from Moose's perspective, became very slow.

With a little force on the palm of his hand, Maoyan's knife-wielding hand was broken off.

But he still didn't let go.

Moose had been hiding aside and observing for so long, and it wasn't for nothing.

During the fight between Maoyan and 1208, his limbs and ribs were broken several times.

But it was like he could breathe and regain blood. As long as he distanced himself from 1208, his body would be restored to its original state in a short time.

Moose knew very well that just breaking Maoyan's wrist like this was not enough.

Gotta get some hard work.

The short knife in Maoyan's hand was forced to drop due to a broken wrist.

Musi brought down Maoyan with a sweeping kick, and then used his free hand to hold the handle of the dagger before it hit the ground.

Click!

Like chopping firewood, Musi chopped off Maoyan's right hand from the crook of his arm.

The good show is over.

Musi threw Maoyan's arm towards 1208 to prevent Maoyan from finding a chance to catch it.

This is not the end.

He stepped on Maoyan's chest and reached out to grab Maoyan's other arm.

This posture is obviously to cut the cat's eyes into a stick.

It’s good to see that there is a huge difference in the nerve reaction speed between Moose and Maoyan.

But after all, Moose is not very proficient in controlling abilities.

When Maoyan recovered from the shock, he faced the erosion of the mask and forcibly used the ability that was still cooling down to get rid of Moose's control.

The reason why the mask's ability has a cooling time is to control the side effects of using the ability within the range that the user can bear.

Do you think the apostles’ power can be borrowed casually?

Even if the Masks have strangely adapted physiques, they will still collapse if used too much.

This is still the case with a mask acting as a relay.

Maoyan forced the use of Janus' ability, and the price was immediate.

The mask on his face was like a red-hot iron, making a sizzling sound against his skin.

The pain that goes straight to the depths of the soul spreads from the brain to the whole body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Even Maoyan, who has a strong tolerance for pain, couldn't help but roar due to this kind of mental corrosion, which was like sulfuric acid pouring into the brain.

Maoyan teleported to Moose, was subdued with a backhand, cut off his arm, and teleported away.

All actions took place in this short period of less than three seconds.

1209 didn't even realize what happened.

Moose believes in the idea of ​​killing you while you are sick.

This guy doesn't know anything about martial arts.

When Maoyan held onto the tree trunk and growled, he seized the opportunity and rushed forward.

He planned to keep up his efforts and control Maoyan in one go.

Maoyan would give Moose a chance to strike.

He teleported out of Moose's sight again.

The erosion has already been done anyway, so I don’t care if it happens again.

"Fuck, where are the people?"

Moose, who missed the point, cursed angrily.

‘Two o’clock, about one hundred and thirty-two meters away from you. ’

Ai Liang accurately stated the specific location of the cat's eye.

‘That’s an exit from the safe house. He should have gone to get a potion that can suppress the side effects of the mask. ’

Without thinking, Musi rushed directly in the direction Ai Liang pointed.

Although I don’t know what Maoyan wants to get.

But in this case, even a pig knows that it is absolutely nothing, just something that is beneficial to him.

………………

This time Maoyan teleported, the range was not more than ten meters.

He came directly to an exit of the underground safe house.

Maoyan leaned his shoulders against the big trees and swayed left and right to the bottom of a boulder.

He held his face with the only half of his arm, and used his other hand to dig through the soil frantically, as if looking for something.

Mao Yan knelt on the ground and scratched desperately.

For people like them, it's more than a hundred meters and they don't even have time to drink water.

If it weren't for the dense woods on the mountain, Musi might have arrived long ago.

Maoyan knew very well that no matter how dense the trees were, it would not last long.

In his perception, Mus was getting closer and closer.

But before Moose rushed over, Maoyan finally dug out a small brown wooden box.

Under the dual blessing of urgency and pain.

Maoyan did not have the patience to open the lock, but smashed the wooden box to pieces with his fist.

He grabbed a thumb-sized bottle of potion from the sawdust, bit open the seal with his teeth, and swallowed the plastic seal together.

The function of the potion is very simple and crude.

Temporarily improves the wearer's resistance and adaptability to weirdness, and reduces the side effects of the mask.

Ordinary people who take it for a long time can develop strangely adaptive physiques.

Maoyan kept a bottle of this potion in every hiding place in case of emergencies.

Of course, this is not to say that potions are cheap.

Quite the opposite in fact.

This thing is very rare in the Apostolic Church.

Among the group of Masks, only the senior ones have one or two bottles of potion.

And they all carry them around as life-saving trump cards.

It's not like Maoyan at all, it's like hotel mineral water, with a bottle placed everywhere.

Because the raw material of medicine is human beings.

To be precise, he is a person with a strangely adapted physique.

Except for the tyrant’s men.

Only Maoyan, who has established the Maoyan Gang in Neihua City, is qualified to squander like this.

After taking down a bottle of potion, the mask on the cat-eye face disappeared.

Although the sequelae have not been eliminated, at least they are no longer eroding his body.

Whoops!

Listening to the sound of breaking wind coming from behind.

Maoyan teleported away without even thinking.

Boom!

A tree trunk as thick as a bucket hit the spot where Mao Yan had just stood.

Moose, who failed in the sneak attack, walked to the root of the tree, picked up the trunk and threw it at the cat's eye hiding behind the tree again.

Boom boom! !

The tree trunk, which was more than ten meters high and as thick as a bucket, was thrown by Musi like a javelin.

The tree trunks rushed forward with great force.

Any obstacle standing in front of Mus was shattered like a piece of wood.

"Where does your power come from? It's impossible for people from the Countermeasures Bureau to give you this kind of power!"

Maoyan covered the wound of his broken arm and asked with a gloomy look: "Have you found the hermit?"

While speaking, the cat's eyes stared intently at Musi's cheek, trying to spy on Musi's thoughts through his expression.

After all, Mus is a person engaged in intelligence work, and he wants to control micro-expressions properly.

Hearing Maoyan's questioning, he didn't even twitch his eyelids.

"You actually don't know?"

Mus pretended to be suspicious: "Isn't this the power of the seal that your Lord Janus personally gave me?"

"This is impossible!"

Maoyan screamed subconsciously.

In his understanding, the engraving is just a symbol of the apostle's identity. How could it come with such power?

The power that Moose gained seems really strong.

But in the eyes of the apostle, this power is no different from that of a baby that has not yet learned to walk.

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