Travel through the worlds and spread the flames across the worlds

Chapter 150 Mi

"But it doesn't matter! A novice is a novice. You don't even know who I am and you dare to play tricks on me. Anyway, my consciousness has just dissipated and there will be others to take over and continue hunting. I still have one hand now. As long as I seize the opportunity to get a weapon, I still have a chance to fight back!"

Brado is full of confidence in his future and wants to find an opportunity to seize Lin Hun's weakness, but he doesn't know that his every move is seen by Lin Hun.

As a hunter of hunters, Brad has resilience in his bones.

Lin Hun had a very evil mind. He wanted to completely destroy the old hunter from the heart to the body. He deliberately left him with an intact arm so that he could always keep hope.

"Only hope can keep the hunter running. Only hope can lead you to see deeper despair, Brad."

It was unknown how long they had been running, but even Brado’s strength was gradually running out. Lin Hun decisively stepped forward to help him and hit one of his legs with a sword.

The sword fell with a crisp "click" sound, and Brado's left calf and thigh tilted 225 degrees to the left with the knee as the center. The only lucky thing was that there was no broken bone like his right arm, but only a dislocation. There is still a chance of rescue after the board is straightened, probably.

"what!!!"

Brad let out a miserable howl, like the last sound of a dying elk. He held his thigh with his left hand, and ran with one leg limping, and his speed, which had been declining, suddenly increased.

"Brado! Ha... Don't run away... Huh... As an old hunter, don't you have any dignity... Huh... All you can do is run away..."

Hearing the panting sound behind him, Brad ran harder and harder, and he felt that hope was getting closer and closer.

"The boy is starting to gasp for air, and his hands are running out of strength. He's almost dying! I still have a chance! I still have a chance!"

The so-called hope became a carrot hanging in front of the donkey's head. He could see it but could not eat it, and it was holding back his last breath.

With only one arm and one leg left, Lin Hun couldn't break all of Brado's strength in order to keep him struggling. He could only control the strength and speed.

Every time the sword fell, it just brushed past the body. No one knew what material the prey fur that Brad was wearing was made of, but it didn't break even after being scratched so many times by the tip of the sword.

As he ran, Brado finally figured out what was going on. The guy behind him was panting but his speed didn't slow down at all. Anyway, they were almost there, so he just rolled on the spot, and his back of the head hit the wall with a "bang". Brado, who was sitting in the corner, spread his legs like a dustpan.

"Hehehe, I've figured it out, kid. You're teasing me. You want to hunt, right? I won't let you have your fun!"

Brado had a smile on his face. He was already looking forward to seeing Lin Hun's angry look.

Lin Hun just walked forward calmly from the darkness, still pretending to make panting sounds, but both his breathing and chest were steady and rhythmic.

Brad didn't see any trace of fatigue on him, and although he had expected this, he still couldn't help cursing.

"Fuck! You are such a cunning guy! You can come up with this trick. I'm afraid you could have dealt with me a long time ago."

"How is that possible? Brad, you are an old hunter. I still have a lot to learn from you. How can I kill you so early?"

"Whatever you say, kid, I don't want to play anymore. Please give me a good time since I have played with you for so long."

Brado calmly asked for death. After all, he would only lose a consciousness and suffer less torture.

"No way, Brad, I haven't had enough fun yet, why are you giving up? You should be able to keep running."

Lin Hun poked Brado's arm with the tip of the sword, leaving a bloody hole. Apart from making him grimace, he was as motionless as a corpse.

Lin Hun did not give up. He slapped the ground beside Brado with his sword in a protest, leaving a bowl-sized hole each time. But Brado did not move except for shaking, wishing for death.

"Hey~ You guy, you are so excited when you are hunting yourself, but you just give up when others are hunting you, right?" Lin Hun was a little angry.

Brad just raised a curve at the corner of his mouth and said nothing, looking like a dead man.

"Forget it, if you don't want to run, then don't run."

Lin Hun suddenly exerted force and raised the sword and smashed it down.

A strong air current hit Brado, but he couldn't help but open his eyes. He felt happy when he saw the sword coming at him. "Alas, I'm finally going to die. I just hope that the next "me" can get the weapon back, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Brad is cruel to his prey and even crueler to himself. It must be said that he is indeed an excellent hunter.

"Snap!" Flesh and blood exploded.

Unlike the momentary pain that Brad had expected, he just felt a moment of trance. Following the sound, he instinctively turned his head and looked at his shoulder.

"Shoulders? Where are my shoulders?"

The moment he realized something was wrong, the sudden pain in his arm gripped Brado's nerves. His tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and he let out a miserable howl.

"Hey, your voice sounds full of energy, why don't you run away? Then I can only get some interest from you."

Without giving Brado time to breathe, Lin Hun slashed at him with his sword again, and the only intact thigh was instantly smashed into meat paste.

"You bastard! If you have the guts, then give me a quick death! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Pain attacked from all directions in his limbs and bones. Brad didn't know how to control the pain in his body. He arched his waist and then flattened it like a shrimp out of water, arched it and flattened it again, and kept rubbing his wounds on the hard ground to try to use numbness to control the pain.

There was no mercy in Lin Hun's eyes. The first time he met the old hunter Brado, the red in his consciousness turned black. The hatred and resentment in his hands were not worthy of sympathy.

The resentment not only comes from the murlocs but also from many hunters. Brado's methods are cruel enough to make the hunters feel resentful.

"I'm sorry, it's a pity that I don't have the ability."

After saying that, Lin Hunjian laid on Brado's lower body, instantly turning him into a glorious Santa Claus.

"Well!"

Brad's eyes bulged out to the extreme, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. His face was full of fear and despair, but he couldn't make any sound.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make a low and hoarse "ho ho" sound, unable to utter a complete tone.

The thick phlegm kept rolling in his throat, making him feel suffocated, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cough it out or swallow it.