The old hunter was mortally wounded, but he couldn't see it at all when he moved it. Under the induction of the chain judgment, each of his muscles operated with an inhuman high intensity, and the blood from the wound seemed to be heated to evaporate, and a faint red mist appeared. The power in him, of course, is also a "mysterious" display, although only in a "nightmare".

Not everyone can achieve their wishes in the world of consciousness, turn themselves into an unkillable superman, or show inhuman powers. Especially in nightmares, ordinary people are often the most vulnerable party, and it is precisely because people have difficulty in fighting the situation in the nightmare that "nightmares" have their meaning. Wanting to be a great powerhouse in a "nightmare" that most people "share" is enough to kill other people or those terrible weirdness that makes most people helpless, itself proves that it has "mysterious" powers.

The dead old Hawke, and the old hunter in front of him, are undoubtedly such beings. Whatever the meaning of their existence in this world, the secret of their birth, or even the origin of their will, and the background behind the scenes implied by the reason why they are here, there is no doubt that their existence and participation in the "deepest night" is an inevitable part of the nightmare of today. By now, I have a very clear idea of what it means to be a "fact".

I don't think the old hunter's attack was targeted, and what he said already hinted at a lot of things. Even so, someone who follows his advice may become a hunter, but that's not me. I told him that I had inherited a qiē from old Hawke, and half of it was a lie. What I do is not following the will of anyone here.

I choose my path only with my own thoughts, my own plans, my own sensibility and my own reason. If you do a qiē, there are already ancestors doing it. Or if it is similar to some people, it is just a coincidence, or it is a necessity of being a human being. But if I am sniped against other people's principles, ideas, wills, and wishes, it will certainly be the consequences that I have to bear, and I have no hesitation in carrying them.

I was going to enter the door, and the old hunter tried to stop me, and I was never swayed by his words, and that was the reason for the war. Not just or evil. It's not a malicious killing, either. I knew very well, therefore, very calmly, even if I had never been on guard, but at the same time as the old hunter fired, there was no accident, and the body naturally moved faster, faster than I thought-because. There is no need to think superfluously at all, or. Even if there is superfluous thinking, it will not be implicated by these thoughts.

I drew my sword.

The blade slashed at the bullet and bounced off the wall in an instant. The old hunter moved around quickly, his musket firing bullets, and I sensed his position and movement using chain judgments to synchronize or react faster. Swim in the same direction, approach, swing the knife and slash away. The collision of blades and bullets flashed sparks in mid-air, and the walls were ricocheted into one pit after another. Stone chips are flying, and this qiē is not hidden in the observation of chain judgment. I am a good hand at using a gun myself, and every time the old hunter fires a gun, I will quickly analyze the characteristics of the gun and the bullet. Just a bullet fired in a straight line will not work against me, no matter how fast the old hunter pulls the trigger.

I don't need a wide range of evasive movements at all, just a slight shake of my body, a swipe of the blade, can make the bullet useless. The old hunter was clearly aware of this, and there was no hint of panic in his detailed reactions. As I thought, this old man is also experienced in many battles. Being able to hunt the Weird, arrive at this tower, and see the so-called "truth", and I'm afraid that it has managed to survive with the many mysterious experts who have been here before me, is enough to prove its strength.

The moment I came into range of the long knife, he pulled out the long knife with one hand. The blade circled around him, slashing at my blade, a force that pushed me a few steps away as I skimmed. The old hunter drew his long knife, the hilt and scabbard of the knife joined together to form a double-wielding broadsword and slashed at me. Instead of slicing through the air, the blade pressed against it, making a dull crit sound, and the visible shockwave spread out in the blink of an eye, trying to stop my rapid walk.

I jumped up the wall, then up the ceiling, over the distorted vision. Throwing the hook rope above the old hunter's head, the old hunter rolled backwards, his speed suddenly accelerated, and an afterimage appeared, and after flashing through the hook rope, another wave of bullets came. His acceleration is not continuous, but alternates with disorderly normal, slow and rapid movements, making it difficult for people to catch his movements, and such a superb ability to move is obviously the result of his experience in a hundred battles.

Regardless of how you gain the ability to move at high speeds, the experience and skills of high-speed combat are basically the same, and there is only a difference between what you can do and what you can't do. To be able to burst faster in a short period of time, and to connect this burst with actions at different speeds to form a more elusive way of movement, and flexibly adjust to the current enemy, it is not hard training, but requires sufficient combat experience.

When I was killed in Doomsday Fantasy in the past, I was just picking up speed for most of the battle. In reality, the hospital is a frail patient with crippled legs and feet, and the fighting style is completely different from high-speed combat. However, after this recovery, the combat experience that I had accumulated, the more residual feelings I had gained through the cultivation of another Takakawa, and even the skills of the other Takakawa itself, allowed me to further refine my high-speed combat.

My upbringing is not just my personal reason, and more "Takakawa" has also left me with enough wealth, although it is not in the form of "memory", but only a vague impression and feeling.

I am now stronger in combat than I was in the past, that's 100 percent certain. In a normal timeline, the time I participated in the battle, even if I add up the time in the apocalyptic fantasy and the time in the real life of the hospital, is only a year and a half. And the old hunter in front of him obviously has more than ten times the experience. From this point of view. His combat experience, of course, is several times greater than mine.

However, we are not in a normal timeline, and our combat experiences are very different. These differences are enough to bridge the gap between us in age and experience. Even if the feeling of "sealing" reappears. Every mystery of mine is not at its best, but I still have the confidence to defeat the other party.

I didn't want to kill the old hunter, but simply to defeat him so that he couldn't stop me from entering that door.

I turned to block his spin and slashed, and as he accelerated back, I galloped forward, closing the distance in a strong stance. This old hunter is not one of those reckless weirdos, and the hook rope can contain him. But in this fierce battle, it can really play the role of restraint and traction. The old hunter's musket and long knife are skillfully combined, and he is a high-speed combat expert, and in just thirty seconds, he constantly switches between attack and defense, which is on par with me.

I didn't hide my strength, I used all the power that was "normal" for me, and that's just the strength that this old hunter was showing now.

The staggering of blades and blades. Cuts on the front, surprise attacks on the sides. A large number of sparks bloomed in the rapid collision. In the chain judgment, every splash of sparks is clearly visible and full of rhythm, and the old hunter's expression, in the interplay of light and darkness, has not changed at all. It can be called iron-minded.

However, even if he is experienced, skillful in moves, quick in his reflexes, and determined in his heart. The fact that he was seriously injured cannot be ignored. The blood stains on his body were not an illusion, and in the midst of nightmares, they were also a symbol of injury. Even if he can still burst out with his current combat strength, these wounds that cannot be erased even in the world of consciousness make his energy unsustainable.

For people who are accustomed to high-speed combat, ten seconds is enough to decide many things, and if the battle drags on to thirty seconds, it is already considered a chess opponent, and the inability to solve the battle in one minute means that you have to readjust your posture and make a comeback. The battle between me and the old hunter lasted for about forty-five seconds at high speed, and the speed sweep that obviously had the concept of "relatively fast" was greatly reduced in the face of the "seal" and the experience of the old hunter.

I don't think it's because my abilities have been weakened that I can't take down this old hunter in one round of fighting. Because this is a battle, not a friendly exchange, any reason for not being able to defeat the other side is not enough to be a reason, only the result can prove it.

The badly wounded old hunter in front of me is enough to continue more rounds of engagement in my current "normal" state - this is the reality, the result, and the proof that he can survive against more mysterious experts.

Presumably, this old hunter has killed many mysterious experts.

After another direct blade encounter, the old hunter burst into force and swept me away with the long knife. And with the help of this force, I once again opened up ten meters of distance from him. After that, we circled around each other with a sharp mind, adjusting our posture and state, trying to break each other's flaws. I know that a large part of the flaws that the old hunter sometimes reveals are intentional, and those flaws and fatigue that are really implicated in injuries and have to be exposed are hidden in these trap-filled camouflages, and become difficult to catch.

However, it is also done on my side.

Our fighting styles are very similar, and whatever I can think of, the other side can think of and prepare accordingly, and vice versa. It's an uphill battle, and in front of my eyes, it's not an old hunter who is old and badly injured, but more like a mirror image of me in my current "normal" state. I'm sure the old hunter feels that way, too.

"Don't you think about it? Abandon entering the door...... I've seen many people who think they are powerful, and really powerful people, who enter the door and see the truth as a result. The old hunter said, "That truth will not save anyone, but will destroy all people." This nightmare is what it is, and the night is bound to come. ”

"So, old Hawke...... What's the point of a hunter like you, what has been done in the past? What are you trying to do to kill those weirdos, risking your life to find out the truth? I pressed the scabbard of the knife and slowly circled it with him in the posture of drawing the knife. If he is willing to speak, I will listen, maybe he can't say anything new, maybe it's just a trap to paralyze me, but for me, these careful thoughts don't matter. Even if it was possible to understand a little more of their thoughts, the dangers of his mouth, and the secrets of the deepest night that he knew, it didn't matter if he walked a few more laps around this strange place.

Time is running out, but it's not urgent. The winner must be decided immediately, and then the next battle must be rushed. There's a sense of urgency in my heart, but I'm not going to be caught up in that sense of urgency.

With peace of mind, I asked him, "Is the so-called hunter and protection just a joke?" ”

"The so-called hunters only want to protect themselves in the deep night, and then they will go to protect the others." The old hunter pressed his wide-brimmed hat and said hoarsely, "We seek the truth, but. Since the truth is not good for everyone, I also think that there is no need for people to reach out. No one can get by, not even us hunters, but the deep night does not mean the end, it is a new beginning. ”

"The beginning of another deepest night?" I think. I understood what he meant, and. In fact, some of this statement is similar to the doctrine of the Doomsday Shinrikyo Religion, but the difference is that the teachings of the Doomsday Shinrikyo generally allow people to face the end of the world and guide the end of the world themselves. It is a cult that is really chasing the "end times". And the old hunter in front of him just hopes that people will die in "ignorance" and not be crushed by the "truth".

"Anyway, there is no difference between knowing and not knowing. When a solstice night has passed, a qiē happiness and pain. It will start all over again. What, then, is the difference between dying in a daze because of ignorance and struggling bitterly because of what is known but doomed to die? Ah, the difference is that one is struggling in vain, and the other is ignorant and ignorant, so he will not do anything in vain, but will take it easy. The old hunter said.

"I think this kind of thinking is different from the original reason why you people came here and fought all the time." I say.

"Yes, I admit it. But because of this, I am also curious, why did Old Hawk want you to inherit the so-called Hunter's Legacy? The old hunter smiled deeply, "He obviously saw the truth. I know that in his heart, he must also approve of my idea. The so-called hunters, when you get to us, it will be over. When the next night comes, there may be hunters again, but it has nothing to do with us now. Old Hawk ...... Isn't it crazy? ”

"Yes, he's crazy." I admit, "He really didn't leave a hunter's legacy." I just do what I give myself by my own volition. ”

"The responsibility you have given yourself?" The old hunter seemed a little surprised, and suddenly laughed and coughed, "Sure enough, it's a hunter." Although there was no guidance, I didn't expect that by now, there would be hunters. You don't need old Hawke's guidance at all, and you don't need to inherit anything from him, because, like us, you're born a hunter. "But when you know the truth, can you continue to be a hunter, or become a madman, or be like me?" ”

"Why don't you give it a try?" I replied, "Old Hawke is crazy, but he never picks me up from nowhere." I think that's the biggest difference between him and you. You think that a crazy, hopeless hunter has such negative thoughts as you, but still picks up a hunter. What does this mean exactly? ”

I stroked the "seal" on my forehead and said, "I don't need this thing, but why do I keep it instead of deliberately looking for a way to break it?" ”

"Because—" the old hunter's voice sank, as if he was nostalgic for something, "this is the hunter." From the time the first hunter appeared, it was because he heeded the call from his heart and gave himself a righteous and great mission, although, for me now, it was only a part of the destiny of the deepest night, but ......"

He didn't say it, but I said it for him: "But, even if there is no night in the depths, in the face of the same calamity, there will still be such a call in the heart of the hunter to make him a hunter." ”

The old hunter was silent.

"So, what the hell is in the deepest night, it doesn't mean anything to the hunter." I put it this way: "The so-called hunter is just a person who has done something like this: we listen to the call of our hearts, decide what we mean here, even if we are in the middle of fate, look at the cruelty of fate, and do not be swayed by any fate, and practice the responsibilities that we have given ourselves." ”

I asked the old hunter, "Why, you, who are also hunters, would change your mind because of the truth?" I don't know the secret of a hunter, but I know the nature of a hunter's heart. Your choice now is undoubtedly betraying yourself. "Yes, in my opinion, the choice of the old hunter in front of me is not to betray anyone else, but only to betray himself at the beginning. He draws a line between his present and his past, in a gesture of desperation, in order to separate each other, but in reality, it does not mean anything, he is still the result of the connection between the past and the present.

He can't escape the past, and he can't really deny it. In his heart, does he really think that his past self is wrong? Doesn't it make sense? Is this why you are standing here so that others do not become such mistakes?

I don't know the answer, but the answer should have come from his mind, not me.

"Well said." The old hunter just pressed the brim of his hat again, as if to drown in the shadows of darkness to gain peace of mind, "What a youthful remark." However, it is precisely because of the momentum that when you see the truth, you will be even more crazy. Old Hawke still has unrealistic hopes in his heart, and I am probably very envious. Because, in my heart, there is no hope like zài. ”

"No, if you don't have any hope in your heart, then why are you staying here and still appearing in front of me?" I stopped and said to him, "You just want to see that there are still people who can surpass you, right?" Defeat you here, open that door, and still save your hunter self after seeing the truth. You want to see that what you can't do, someone can do. ”

The old hunter was silent, the only mouth still peeking out of the shadow of the brim, and a withered smile gradually cracked.

"There were a lot of people who beat me and were able to get in the door and see the truth, but they were all crazy without exception." The people the old hunter was talking about were probably the mysterious experts who came here before me, and at this time, I can probably guess that it was those crazy mysterious experts who caused the strange deaths and injuries I saw along the way.

"Do you think you're going to be the special one?" The old hunter asked.

So I replied, "Of course." ”

Without hesitation.

When the old hunter suddenly raised his hand and fired, I threw out the hook rope. The bullet broke the hook rope, but the front end of the broken hook rope still spun according to the trajectory in the chain judgment, and the old hunter had to dodge it, but his movement trajectory had also been read out in advance by the chain judgment and my judgment. The "relatively fast" of the quick sweep allowed me to come first, draw my knife and then slash. The old hunter blocked, and with the force of the impact, he accelerated back sharply, while I pursued forward at a faster pace.

In one second, the old hunter circled fifty meters, and I pursued fifty meters. In that second, I swung more than fifty slashes with all my might, and we were like a blooming spark. The old hunter's fatigue was even more evident. Attacking without stopping, there is no skill, and there is no use of flashy moves, because there is simply no time like that. This is the most simple and the most rapid offensive, stabbing, slashing, slashing, sweeping, with the shortest route, the strongest force in the shortest route, constituting a tidal surge of power. And the reef that endured the swelling was the old hunter himself, and under the observation of the chain judgment, I could feel that his muscles, bones, and even every receptor that supported the high-speed battle was wailing. (To be continued......)