Steel Steam and Flame

Frito took the shotgun and slammed it down at Cassia's head, and was caught halfway. In the distorted sound, the thick barrel directly changed shape. Anticipating such a situation, Frito backhanded out a special tactical knife and stab Cassia in the chest.

The sharpness can't be compared with that black scale at all, the tip of the knife couldn't even penetrate into Cassia's body, only leaving a white mark on the scale. Under a spark, the tactical knife slid up his chest to Cassia's chin, trying to penetrate the relatively weak tissue there. But the tip of the tactical knife has been completely damaged by friction, and in a short time, it can only hit Cassia's chin.

Without any defensive mood at all, Cassia's fingers in both hands were joined together and cut across Frito's neck.

"Boom,,," The hand knife was blocked by Frito's crossed hands, the bones collided with each other, and the sound had become a feeling of steel clam. The huge impact force forced Frito back a few steps away. When his body stabilized, Cassia had already come to him and kicked his lower body severely.

The dull voice was like kicking against a hard wall. Frito’s face was sarcastically. He immediately closed his feet and locked the leg that Cassia had kicked. Then his body suddenly leaned forward and his head became He slammed a heavy hammer into Cassia's chest.

The abnormal weight finally showed a little advantage at this time. When the body was flying backwards, Cassia's feet were only slightly off the ground. At the moment when the toes touched the concrete floor, Cassia made his body sink artificially, and the unremoved force was absorbed by the body. Frito seized the opportunity to rush over again. He seemed to have a strong confidence in the strength of his body, and all his attacks depended on the impact of his body.

Cassia steadied his body and moved a few meters away, and pulled out the twisted steel bar that was inserted on the ground to attack Ovilia, waved it and pulled out countless flowing shadows, and then cut horizontally in the tearing wind. To Frito's waist.

Frito's body stopped abruptly in place in advance, just trying to avoid it, the steel bar had flashed to his side and hit his waist. Under the reaction force, the steel bar bends at an angle close to a right angle. His weight is still within the normal range of the operator. At this time, he flies to the side amidst the ear-splitting crash.

The changes not long ago seemed to have caused him to lose the softness and flexibility of his limbs. Frito wanted to twist his body in mid-air and land steadily on the ground, but his movements couldn't keep up with the instructions of his brain. It was a useless struggle.

His body twisted slightly, and Cassia had already determined his flight trajectory within a few steps, and was waiting in front. Cassia raised his arm, his elbow shaped like a broken gun hammer, and hit Frito's heart accurately.

With a bang, Frito folded a standard right angle in mid-air and hit the ground by Cassia's feet. The smashed body caused a strong wind to sweep the ground, and the traces of steam spreading here were also broken into pieces. Frito wanted to prop up his body immediately, but the next moment, a foot had already hit him, and even greater power emerged from the waist, bending his body dozens of degrees, and then rubbing the concrete. The ground flew toward the warehouse. The long windbreaker rubbed on the ground, drawing a long trace, almost cut off from the middle.

On the way, Frito gritted his teeth and endured the pain to find a suitable position. He immediately propped his hands down, and his body struck an arc and stood upright, but his footsteps were steady, and the black figure of Cassia had flashed into him. In his pupils, a pair of hands are like black sharp swords inserted into his neck.

"His..." Frito immediately inhaled a moist air, and his chest swelled. When the hands were about to touch his neck, he immediately closed his mouth tightly, and his teeth closed like a gate, making a sharp rubbing sound.

"Papa, papa,,," the bones inside the fingers collided with a crisp sound, and Cassia's dilated cross pupils were slightly solidified at this time. His hands full of cuticles still have good perception strength, and the touch of his fingertips convinced Cassia that what he was touching was no longer the neck of the operator, but a steel structure comparable to a high-grade alloy.

But without hesitation, those hands opened instinctively, pinched Frito's throat, pulled the muscles, and began to clenched hard. It's just that the cylindrical throat is like a solid rigid cylinder full of ribs, and it has toughness that doesn't match it. For a moment, Cassia had the illusion that he could not crush it. In this short period of time, Frito had crossed the hands that Cassia was holding on his neck, pulled down suddenly, and put a foot on Cassia's abdomen.

The water on his throat acted as a lubrication, and Casia couldn't hold Frito with his hands, and left his neck. But the sharp cuticle of the fingertips turned into a sharp edge, which circled around and cut most of the skin on Frito's neck.

There was no imaginary scene of blood flowing down, even after the skin was cut, the blood never flowed out. Skin is just a layer of skin, just like wrapping paper on exquisite goods, except for the superficial meaning, it no longer has any other meaning.

There is no bright red flesh under the bloodless skin. It is a pale color with a rough feeling after polishing. The thing that Cassia could not crush in his hands is exactly this substance, the hard and strong and soft things together, the cuticle only leaves intermittent scratches on it.

"Bone?" This word subconsciously appeared in Cassia's brain. Although this white substance is very similar to a soft body, it does not visually show the hardness of the operator's bone~www.ltnovel.com~ It is more similar in shape. The bones are not connected. The pale substance on Frito's neck is more like a flexible tube that can be telescoped and rotated in a small area. The folds on top of it clearly tell the purpose of this structure.

There is a familiar feeling. Cassia thinks that he has seen something similar to it somewhere. Although the shape is not very similar, the function is almost exactly the same. That is the Brino area, a person who has been transformed by the dragon himself, and belongs to Francis under the tricolor group. He also had a tough bone, but the coverage on his body at that time was far from reaching such a standard. Under the skin, a large piece of dark red muscle can still be seen at the wound cut by the blade.

The two may be the same thing. At this time, it seems that Francois's state at the time, calling it an immature surgical development would be very reasonable. It's just that Frito and Francy have different stages of surgery, and there are also great differences in physical strength. These reasons have brought different results between the two in the development of the same type of surgery.

"Sneez..." Frito let out a sigh, he looked at Cassia who had stepped back a few meters, and at the same time he touched his neck with his hand, tearing off the layer of skin that was still stuck there: "Actually I admire you very much. I have the courage to develop scaly surgery in the early stage of the second stage of surgery. At least I don’t have this courage. So I chose a simplified branch of scaly, which is what I am now. You can call it full bone coverage."

As he said, Frito knocked on the soft bone exposed on his neck, and still made a crisp sound of "dong dong": "The only characteristic is defense, against your undeveloped scales. I think it should be enough."

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