Frito slammed his shotgun into Kasia's head, grabbing him halfway through, and the thick barrel of the gun changed shape in a distorted sound. Expecting this, Frito pulled out his characteristic tactical knife with a backhand and stabbed Kasia in the chest.

The sharpness was not comparable to that of the black scales, and the tip of the knife did not even penetrate Kasia's body, leaving only a white mark on the scales. With a spark, the tactical knife slid up his chest towards Kasia's jaw, trying to stab through the relatively weak tissue. But the tip of the tactical knife had been completely damaged in the friction, and for a short time, it could only be pressed against Kasia's chin.

Completely defenseless, Kasia snapped the fingers of her hands together and slashed at Frito's neck.

The "、、、" hand knife was blocked by Frito's crossed hands, the bones colliding against each other, and the sound had changed to a rustic clash of steel. The force of the impact forced Frito back a few steps back, and by the time he steadied himself, Kasia had come in front of him and kicked him hard into his lower body.

The dull sound sounded like a kick against a hard wall, and Frito's face was sarcastic, and he immediately retracted his foot, locked the leg that Kasia had kicked over, and then leaned forward, turning his head into a hammer and hitting Kasia's chest.

The abnormal weight finally showed a little advantage at this point, and when the body flew backwards, Kasia's feet were only slightly off the ground. The moment his toes touched the concrete floor, Kasia made his body sink artificially, and the unfinished power was absorbed by his body. Frito seized the opportunity to lunge again, as if he had a strong confidence in his physical strength, and all the attacks he used were with the impact of his limbs.

Kasia steadied herself and moved a few meters away, pulled out the twisted steel bar that had been stuck in the ground to attack Ovilla, swung it and pulled out countless shadows, and then slashed sideways at Frito's waist in the sound of tearing wind.

Frito's body stopped in place prematurely, and just as he was about to dodge to the side, the steel bar had already flashed to his side and hit him in the waist. The steel bar bent directly at a nearly right-angled angle under the reaction force, and his weight was still within the normal range of the surgeon, when he flew to the side with a deafening collision sound.

The recent change seemed to have caused him to lose his limb flexibility and flexibility, and Frito tried to twist his body in mid-air and steadily fall to the ground, but his movements could not keep up with his brain's instructions, and it was all a useless struggle.

His body only twisted slightly, and Kasia had already determined his flight trajectory in advance at a distance of a few steps, and waited ahead. Kasia lifted her arm, her elbow shaped like a breaker, and struck Frito exactly in the heart.

With a thud, Frito snapped a standard right angle in mid-air and slammed into the ground at Kasia's feet. The smashed body sent a strong gust of wind across the ground, and the steam that spread to it was shattered. Frito tried to prop himself up immediately, but the next moment, a foot had already kicked him, and even greater force surged from his waist, causing his body to bend dozens of degrees, and then rubbing against the concrete floor and flying towards the warehouse. The long trench coat on his body rubbed against the ground, drawing a long mark, almost breaking off from the middle.

As he rolled, Frito gritted his teeth and endured the pain to find a proper position, his hands suddenly propped up down, and his body stood upright in an arc, but his steps were steady, and Kasia's black figure had flashed into his pupils, and his hands were like black swords, plunged into his neck.

"Shh、、、h As soon as his hands touched his neck, he immediately closed his mouth, his teeth closing like a floodgate, making a high-pitched, piercing grinding sound.

"Bang Bang Bang 、、、" The bones in his fingers collided with each other with a crisp sound, and Kasia's dilated cross pupils narrowed slightly. His cuticle hands still had a good sense of strength, and the touch of his fingertips convinced him that what he was touching was no longer the neck of the surgeon, but a steel structure comparable to that of a high-grade alloy.

But without the slightest hesitation, the hands instinctively opened and pinched Frito's throat, pulling the muscles and starting to clench fiercely. It's just that the cylindrical throat resembles a solid rigid body cylinder covered with stiffeners, and has a toughness that does not match it. For a moment, Kasia had the illusion that she couldn't crush it. In this short time, Frito had crossed his grip on Kasia's hands around his neck, pulled them down, and kicked them in the abdomen.

The water in his throat acted as a lubricator, and Kasia's hands couldn't grasp Frito and left his neck. But the sharp cuticles of his fingertips turned into sharp blades, and in a circle, cut most of the skin on Frito's neck.

There was no blood as I imagined, and even after the skin was cut, the blood never came out. Skin is just a layer of skin, like wrapping paper on a beautiful commodity, which no longer has any other meaning than what it seems.

There was no bright red flesh underneath that bloodless skin. It is a miserable white color, with a rough feeling after polishing. It was this substance that Kasia's hands couldn't crush, something that was hard and tough and soft together, and the cuticle only left intermittent scratches on it.

"Bones?" the word came to Kasia's brain, though the white substance resembled a mollusc and was not visually as hard as the operator's bones. The shape is more unrelated to bone, and the white substance around Frito's neck is more like a hose that can be stretched and rotated in a small area, and the folds that rise from the layers on it clearly tell the purpose of this structure.

There was a sense of familiarity, and Kasia thought she had seen something similar somewhere, something that was not quite the same in form but almost identical in function. It was the Brino region, a person who had been transformed by the dragons themselves, and belonged to Franri, who belonged to the three primary colors group. He also had a tough skeleton, but at that time the level of coverage on his body was far from that standard. Beneath the skin, large patches of dark red muscle could still be seen in the wounds cut by the blade.

The two may be the same thing, and it seems reasonable to call Franry in his state at the time an immature surgical development. It's just that Frito and Franco have different stages of surgery, and there is also a big difference in physical strength, which brings about different results in the development of the same type of surgery.

"、、、Snort," Frito exhaled, he looked at Kasia, who had retreated a few meters away, and at the same time touched his neck with his hand, tearing off the layer of skin that was still adhered there: "Actually, I admire you very much, you can dare to carry out scaling surgery in the early stage of the second stage of surgery, at least I don't have the courage." So I chose a branch that was simplified from scaling, and in the way I am now, you can call it full bone coverage. ”

As he spoke, Frito tapped the soft bone that was exposed from his neck, still making a crisp "dong dong" sound: "The only feature is defense, and I think it should be enough to deal with your undeveloped scaly state." ”