Unable to resist Jackson's eager gaze, I swung my fist and smashed my shield. Δ(viii)(1)Chinese Ω Net*.┡81.

The moment the fist came into contact with the white light on the shield surface, a light sound was reflected on the shield surface, and I only felt a slight shock on the surface of the fist, which was exactly the same as slamming the door with my fist when I was a child.

There is a shock, but there doesn't seem to be any special effect, I looked at the shield surface suspiciously, only to see, on the shield surface, the faint white light, has dissipated without a trace.

"Huh?" I withdrew my fist and wondered, "It doesn't seem to have any effect." ”

"And," I said, pointing to the shield, "the white light is gone." ”

Jackson looked helpless: "It's you who fought too late, who told you to grind, the duration of the combat skills has passed." ”

"So, again?" Apologetically, I licked my face and smiled.

"It's not going to be a bit more grinding this time."

After speaking, Jackson once again used his combat skills, and the same white light appeared on the surface of the big shield again.

Needless to say, as soon as the white light rose, I swung my fist and smashed it towards the shield.

In order to be able to clearly feel the effect of white light, I added a little more force to this punch.

The moment the fists and shields collided, the thin layer of white light was like a sponge, and as the force of the impact increased, it slowly sunk inward, although it was only an arc that could not be detected.

However, in the next second, something magical happened.

The dented white light was like a collapsing rubber, and it instantly returned to a flat state, and then a wave of recoil immediately surged, rushing into my fist along with the contact surface of the fist shield.

That's the punch I just throw.

"Oh oh oh, so that's it" withdrew his fist and shook his hand to completely disperse the force.

"Do you feel it?" Jackson looked at me with a smug expression.

"I feel it." I praised, "It's really a great combat skill!" If the opponent uses more force than his own limit, and you happen to use this skill, the opponent is likely to lose combat effectiveness in an instant, amazing, too powerful! ”

Jackson was a little embarrassed, he put down his shield and said: "It's not as good as you said, any combat skill has its own limit, and this combat skill of mine also has two limitations, one is the duration of the combat skill itself, and the other is its bearing capacity." ”

He pointed to the shield and said, "Look at the surface of it, there are many wounds on its surface." ”

I nodded.

"A considerable part of these wounds are caused after the defense of the combat technique," Jackson said: "That is to say, at the moment of attack, if the destructive power of the attack is far greater than the limit of what I can bear, my combat skill will be invalid, and at the moment of failure, it will take away the limit of the damage it can bear, and the rest will be borne by this big shield itself." ”

After saying that, he turned to me: "I say this, can you understand?" ”

I nodded, indicating that there was no problem at all.

"Besides, it's the duration of the combat skill" Jackson used the combat skill again, and the white light also reappeared, but this time, he did not ask me to attack the shield surface, but quietly watched the white light with me, counting the time.

After about ten seconds, the white light slowly dissipated, and the big shield returned to its original state again.

"It's about fourteen or fifteen seconds now," Jackson said, "I remember it was only six seconds at the beginning. ”

He twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while, and finally shook his head vigorously, and said: "Forget it, I can't remember, in short, that is to say, the higher the level of the combat skill, the longer its duration, and the correspondingly, the stronger its bearing capacity will be." ”

"Of course, what I'm talking about is just the characteristics of my combat skills, and other combat skills also have other different characteristics, so you need to dig out this yourself." Jackson looked like a teacher, and he kept teaching me about combat techniques.

At this moment, my head is already wide.

The reason is simple, I've already read all of this in the Adventurer's Handbook, and besides, there's only one question I wanted to ask him about just now, and that is how to get a unique skill!

This thing told me so many irrelevant things, and I felt like I was being tricked.

Immediately, I ignored him, turned on one side, fell on the bunk, and covered the quilt with the trend.

"Huh? I'm not done yet......" Jackson continued to wave his unyielding instincts.

"I don't want to listen anymore, I want to sleep" I said expressionlessly, "Also, I don't want to be disturbed when I sleep, hehe, hehehe, well, good night." ”

"Late you big-headed ghost," Jackson roared, "it's only two o'clock!" ”

And just like that, the dull day passed.

Early the next morning, I started my busy life again.

The group entered the portal with a hula and started a new day of monster farming adventure.

I was still alone in farming down, and when I reached the thirteenth floor, I didn't rush to the fourteenth floor, but once again stepped into the connected caverns.

When I reached the end and exited the cave, I was presented with an empty room, no Demonic Bat BSS, no Saladika, and no another Demonized Bat buried underground.

Yes, it's just a big pit after it has been dug up, and a mound of dirt piled up next to the big pit.

Walking to the mound and looking down, there were still some dried Saladika's roots scattered in the deep pit.

Jumping into the pit, I leaned down, pinched a section of the roots, and twisted them gently, and the slightly yellowed roots turned into a handful of fine ash like flour.

Sighing, I was about to jump out of the pit, but my feet were slightly harder, and suddenly a hard touch came from my right foot.

I stopped and removed my right foot, only to see a hard grayish white object buried deep in the earth, revealing only a small bulge.

"What is this?" I pulled out my sword, picked at it with the tip of my knife, then slammed it again, and then slashed it harder.

There was no movement at all.

"It doesn't look like a creature," I muttered, carefully using the tip of my knife to dig through the soil near the white bumps, and digging into it little by little.

I don't know what it is, or whether it has dangerous properties, but I am sure of two things: first, it is definitely not a living thing; Second, it is definitely not artificially buried.

The reason is simple, before I left that day, I had a general impression of the surface of the soil in the pit, and when I first stood on the edge of the pit and looked at it, I did not have any traces of turning.

Secondly, the Saladika rhizomes in the pit were scattered everywhere, and if someone dug the pit, it would inevitably destroy some of the dry rhizomes of Saladika, instead of piling them all together as they do now.

Since it wasn't artificially buried, who did it? And, what exactly is this?