Chapter: 557
Just as Klein was about to stretch his body and stand firmly in response to the subsequent attack, another image suddenly flashed in his mind:
The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined, and arrived faster than he expected. He lowered his waist and swung his arm, and punched him in the chest.
In an instant, Klein's body regrouped and turned half a circle longer, like small balls that kept falling and being thrown away.
Snapped!
On his head and feet, he reached out and pressed his hands to the ground, and opened his legs like scissors, so that the fists of the man in black could not hit anything, passed through the gap, and exploded the air.
The fist that was originally aimed at the chest could only hit Klein's legs after he turned his body upside down, and the legs can be opened.
Pressing and supporting, Klein retracted his legs, and quickly jumped to the other side, finally standing upright.
Snapped!
Before he had time to look at the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, making a strong wind noise.
Respond so fast! Klein quickly crossed his arms and stood in front of him.
Amidst the muffled bang, it was as if he had been hit by a black bear. He couldn't bear the majestic force, so he could only stagger back, almost losing consciousness in his arms.
At the same time, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.
He is dark-skinned, thin and lean, with sunken eye sockets. He is the "executor" Meursault of the Zmanger Party, the Meursault who came to find Detective Moriarty in the morning!
Clap clap! With a fierce look in his eyes, Meursault chased after him, waving his arms, hooking left or swinging right, and launched a storm-like attack.
Klein's strength was significantly different from that of the opponent, and he was unable to parry it head-on. He barely escaped this combination of punches by relying on his agility and premonition.
no! Must play to my strengths! A similar thought flashed by, and Klein stopped trying to fight. His body shortened, his legs stopped, and he rolled to the side.
Click! A chair was torn apart by Meursault's kick.
Klein propped up his hands, strained his back, and continued to roll, looking for a chance to take out the Tarot cards and the self-made spell.
pedal! pedal! pedal!
Meursault quickly caught up, kicking out with both legs alternately, not much slower than the enemy.
He is like a giant bear with agility talent, and he has no shortcomings in all aspects. The tumbling Klein can only focus on dodging and parrying, and has no time to draw cards and spells.
Crack, bang, bang!
The chair was broken, the table was overturned, and the coat rack fell over. Klein made a half-circle, and the situation became more and more precarious.
Can't go on like this! He kept dodging, rolling and rolling, seeking every opportunity to reverse the situation.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the coffee table in the living room, and an idea came to his mind.
boom! Fighting with one hand and leaping back, Klein endured the pain and rolled towards the living room area.
At this time, the muscles of Meursault's legs suddenly swelled, as if they were inflated.
pedal! The ground seemed to shake when he stepped on it, and he jumped out, shooting towards Klein like a bullet, and then pulled out his leg.
Klein tried to hold back, but was thrown out again. He knocked over the coffee table with a bang, and the ceramic tea set flew to the cabinet, and the round-bellied pens, standard contracts, and various newspapers were scattered all over the place.
Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted frock coat was knocked limp and unable to stand up or roll over for a while, Meursault's eyes were fierce, and amid the sound of broken porcelain, he slid forward and pushed out his knees. JrNovels.com
The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined, and arrived faster than he expected. He lowered his waist and swung his arm, and punched him in the chest.
In an instant, Klein's body regrouped and turned half a circle longer, like small balls that kept falling and being thrown away.
Snapped!
On his head and feet, he reached out and pressed his hands to the ground, and opened his legs like scissors, so that the fists of the man in black could not hit anything, passed through the gap, and exploded the air.
The fist that was originally aimed at the chest could only hit Klein's legs after he turned his body upside down, and the legs can be opened.
Pressing and supporting, Klein retracted his legs, and quickly jumped to the other side, finally standing upright.
Snapped!
Before he had time to look at the enemy, the black figure leaned sideways, making a strong wind noise.
Respond so fast! Klein quickly crossed his arms and stood in front of him.
Amidst the muffled bang, it was as if he had been hit by a black bear. He couldn't bear the majestic force, so he could only stagger back, almost losing consciousness in his arms.
At the same time, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.
He is dark-skinned, thin and lean, with sunken eye sockets. He is the "executor" Meursault of the Zmanger Party, the Meursault who came to find Detective Moriarty in the morning!
Clap clap! With a fierce look in his eyes, Meursault chased after him, waving his arms, hooking left or swinging right, and launched a storm-like attack.
Klein's strength was significantly different from that of the opponent, and he was unable to parry it head-on. He barely escaped this combination of punches by relying on his agility and premonition.
no! Must play to my strengths! A similar thought flashed by, and Klein stopped trying to fight. His body shortened, his legs stopped, and he rolled to the side.
Click! A chair was torn apart by Meursault's kick.
Klein propped up his hands, strained his back, and continued to roll, looking for a chance to take out the Tarot cards and the self-made spell.
pedal! pedal! pedal!
Meursault quickly caught up, kicking out with both legs alternately, not much slower than the enemy.
He is like a giant bear with agility talent, and he has no shortcomings in all aspects. The tumbling Klein can only focus on dodging and parrying, and has no time to draw cards and spells.
Crack, bang, bang!
The chair was broken, the table was overturned, and the coat rack fell over. Klein made a half-circle, and the situation became more and more precarious.
Can't go on like this! He kept dodging, rolling and rolling, seeking every opportunity to reverse the situation.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the coffee table in the living room, and an idea came to his mind.
boom! Fighting with one hand and leaping back, Klein endured the pain and rolled towards the living room area.
At this time, the muscles of Meursault's legs suddenly swelled, as if they were inflated.
pedal! The ground seemed to shake when he stepped on it, and he jumped out, shooting towards Klein like a bullet, and then pulled out his leg.
Klein tried to hold back, but was thrown out again. He knocked over the coffee table with a bang, and the ceramic tea set flew to the cabinet, and the round-bellied pens, standard contracts, and various newspapers were scattered all over the place.
Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted frock coat was knocked limp and unable to stand up or roll over for a while, Meursault's eyes were fierce, and amid the sound of broken porcelain, he slid forward and pushed out his knees. JrNovels.com
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