Super Detective In The Fictional World Chapter 567
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Chapter 567 Your Skills Aren’t Bad, But You’re Too Weak
More importantly, the creature wasn’t Luke’s only enemy here.
Just as the creature with the cat helmet jumped off, Luke suddenly turned his gun.
Bang! Bang! There was a shower of sparks, and the blue electric light flashed again in another corner to reveal another tall figure.
This figure was even taller and sturdier than the first one, and basically had on the same getup.
However, it had two round holes below its eyes, as if it had four eyes, and there were vertical stripes on the mouth and cheeks of the helmet, which made it look a lot more refined.
Tilting his head, Luke smiled and murmured, “One against two, or two against one? That is the question.”
However, the creature with the four-eyed helmet didn’t move once it was driven out of stealth mode by Luke’s bullet, and just stood there quietly.
The creature with the cat-faced helmet, on the other hand, drew a metal staff from its back.
The next moment, with the sound of tiny metal clicks, two spearheads popped out on both ends of the 1.5-meter-long staff, turning it into a metal spear about two meters long.
Only then did the creature advance slowly toward Luke with a roar as it spun the long spear in its hand.
Luke raised an eyebrow and shot a glance at the four-eyed monster, which didn’t react. “Cold weapon? A duel?”
He tilted his head and thought for a moment. Then, he chuckled, put his pistol back into the holster, and pulled an ornamental spear out of the hand of a statue two steps away on the side.
This ornamental spear was much bigger. It was almost three meters long, but the thick width wasn’t any trouble for Luke.
Seeing Luke grab the spear, the cat-faced creature then charged forward swiftly as it brandished the double-headed spear in an irregular attack pattern.
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Luke curled his lip and unleashed the extreme power which he barely used as the spear he was holding whistled through the air and swept forward.
The cat-faced creature subconsciously held up its spear to block the attack. Although Luke had only swept the spear forward, he was astonishingly fast.
The creature had barely raised its spear, when Luke’s heavy ornamental spear smashed against it.
Clang! With a loud collision of metal, the cat-faced creature was sent flying, and smashed into a stone wall nearby.
Luke shook his head regretfully. “Your skills aren’t bad, but you’re weak.”
In fact, his opponent wasn’t just a little weaker than Luke; it was a lot weaker.
Coupled with the weight of the heavy spear that Luke was holding, the cat-faced creature wasn’t able to withstand the attack and was sent flying.
Luke found it interesting when the four-eyed creature still didn’t take action. Did they really view this as a duel?
On the other side, the cat-faced creature stood up again with a clatter and yelled furiously, before it charged at Luke once more.
However, it took smaller steps this time and continually changed up its pace as it brandished the spear. Clearly, it was much more serious this time.
Luke shook his head and chuckled. “Unless you have a berserk mode, your anger is useless.”
This time, he didn’t bully the fellow with his overwhelming strength, but gripped his spear with both hands and met the creature head on.
The two spears instantly met in a fierce collision.
The cat-faced creature used all sorts of techniques as it smoothly wielded the spear and swiftly switched angles to stab, lift, slash and pull, the spearheads always aimed at Luke.
Luke, on the other hand, wielded his spear like a staff. Using a reverse-hold staff technique which he had practiced before, and coupled with his Quick Reflex and expertise in close-range gunfights, he controlled the rhythm of the fight and intercepted his opponent’s lunge forward every single time.
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For a while, the cat-faced creature couldn’t even complete an attack with its spear.
It was like in boxing, when one person wrapped himself tightly around the other man and the latter wasn’t able to let loose at all.
The cat-faced creature roared in fury as its spear drew brilliant silver circles in the air, but to no avail.
While Luke had never learned any professional staff or spear techniques, he relied on his 20 Dexterity, Quick Reflex and close-range gunfighting techniques to toy around with the creature.
The creature was proficient with the spear, but thanks to Luke’s extremely shameless disruptions, it couldn’t demonstrate its skills at all.
If anyone wanted to know how annoying this strategy was, just think about a certain boxing champion who bit off part of his opponent’s ear.
After battling it out for a dozen seconds, Luke had more or less figured out what the cat-faced creature was capable of and didn’t want to continue tangling with it anymore.
His spear suddenly sped up and slipped between the cat-faced creature’s hands from below. It then swept to the sides to strike the creature’s wrists.
Protected by armor, the cat-faced creature’s wrists weren’t broken, but its grip on its spear loosened.
Luke took advantage of that instant to strike once more and send the double-headed spear straight into the stone wall on the side.
The cat-faced creature was infuriated, but Luke wasn’t done yet. Flipping the spear in a half-circle, the lower part of the spear suddenly whipped up to hit the creature in between its legs
There was a muffled crack, and the cat-faced creature was instantly sent flying to smash the wall below the four-eyed creature ten meters away.
Sneering, Luke no longer looked at the cat-faced creature that had collapsed.
Holding the ornamental spear in one hand, he stretched out his left hand and crooked a finger at the four-eyed creature. “It’s your turn. Let’s go.”
The four-eyed creature turned to scan the cat-faced creature with the equipment on its helmet.
The cat-faced creature was twitching and couldn’t stand up anymore, as Luke had broken several bones in its pelvis.
The four-eyed creature finally moved.
Jumping down, it stood in front of Luke at a distance of over ten meters, drew out a collapsible double-headed spear, and adopted an attack pose.
Exerting strength in its legs, it sprinted forward and charged at Luke.
Luke didn’t sweep the spear out as he had done earlier, but moved to maintain a certain distance between them without letting it approach.
Holding the ornamental spear in one hand, Luke swiped at its ankle.
The four-eyed creature was quick to react and dodged the attack. It then thrust the double-headed spear forward.
Luke perked up. This guy was at least thirty percent better than the cat-faced creature when it came to strength and reflexes.
He rolled past the four-eyed creature, one hand already on his waist to pull out an item.
The four-eyed creature had barely landed on the ground again when it sensed a strong pull on one of its feet.
It had quick reflexes, and two wrist blades suddenly popped out from its left hand. It then swiped out beneath its foot.
The pull on its foot instantly disappeared, and it rolled away before standing up. Bending slowly, it was ready to go all out in another attack.
There was still a knot around its right ankle.
When they brushed past each other just now, Luke had snared it with Elementary Roping.
However, the creature’s reaction was really quick, and Luke had barely exerted his strength before it cut the rope with its wrist blades.
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