The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

In the end, I couldn't resist Jackson's eagerly anticipated gaze. I raised my fist and smashed the shield.

The moment the fist touched the white light on the shield surface, a small sound was reflected on the shield surface, and only a slight back shock was felt on the surface of the fist. This feeling was exactly the same as hitting the door with a fist in childhood.

There was a counter-shock, but it didn't seem to have any special effects. I looked at the shield face in confusion, only to find that the faint white light on the shield face had disappeared without a trace.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

"And" I pointed to the shield face, and said, "The white light is scattered."

Jackson looked helpless: "You played too late, who told you to dangle, the duration of combat skills has passed."

"Then, do it again?" Apologizing, I licked my face and smiled.

"This time I don't want to ditch anymore."

After speaking, Jackson once again launched his combat skills, and the same white light appeared on the surface of the shield again.

Needless to say, seeing that the white light had just risen, I raised my fist and smashed it towards the shield.

In order to be able to clearly feel the effect of the white light, I added a little bit of strength to this punch.

At the moment when the fists and shields collided, the thin layer of white light was like a sponge, and as the force of the impact increased, it slowly sank inward, although it was only an undetectable arc.

However, in the next second, something magical happened.

The sunken white light was like a collapsing rubber, instantly regaining its smooth state, and then, a recoil immediately surged over, and rushed into my fist following the contact surface of the fist shield.

That's the force when I just hit my fist.

"Oh oh oh, it turns out that it is like this" retracted his fist, shook his hand, and completely dissipated the strength.

"Do you feel it?" Jackson looked at me smugly.

"Feel it." I praised: "It really is a great combat technique! If the opponent uses a force that exceeds his limit, and you happen to use this combat technique, the opponent is likely to be in a moment. Losing combat effectiveness, great, great!"

Jackson was a little embarrassed. He put down his shield and said, "It's not as good as you said. Any combat technique has its own limits. My combat technique also has two limitations. One is the continuation of the combat technique itself. Time, the other is its endurance."

He pointed to the shield face and said, "Look, do it have many scars on the surface?"

I nodded.

"A considerable part of these scars were caused after the initiation of combat technical defense" Jackson said: "In other words, at the moment of being attacked, if the destructive power of the attack is far greater than the limit I can bear, my The combat skills will fail and take away the limit of damage it can withstand at the moment of failure. The rest will have to be carried by this large shield itself."

After speaking, he turned to me: "I said so, can you understand?"

I nodded, indicating that there was no problem at all.

"Furthermore, it is the duration of the combat skills." Jackson launched the combat skills again, and the white light also appeared again, but this time, he did not ask me to attack the shield, but watched the white light quietly with me and counted. time.

For about ten seconds, the white light slowly dissipated, and the large shield returned to its original state again.

"The current duration is about fourteen or five seconds," Jackson said: "I remember only six seconds at the beginning."

He twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while, and finally shook his head vigorously, and said, "Forget it, I can't remember it. In short, the higher the level of combat skills, the longer it lasts. Relatively, its ability to withstand. It will be stronger."

"Of course, what I'm talking about are just the characteristics of my combat skills. Other combat skills also have other different characteristics. You need to dig it out by yourself." Jackson's appearance of a teacher is endlessly right. I impart knowledge of combat skills.

At this moment, my head is already big.

The reason is very simple. I have already learned about these in the Adventurer's Manual, and there is only one question I wanted to consult with him just now, and that is how to obtain unique combat skills!

This guy even told me so many irrelevant things, and I felt like I was being fooled.

Immediately, I stopped paying attention to him, turned sideways, fell on the bed, and covered it with the quilt.

"Huh? I haven't finished talking yet..." Jackson continued to play his instinct of reluctance.

"I don't want to listen anymore, I want to sleep" I said blankly: "Also, I don't want to be disturbed when I sleep, ha ha, ha ha ha, then, good night."

"Night, you big head ghost," Jackson roared: "It's only two o'clock now!"

In this way, a dull day passed.

Early the next morning, the busy life began again.

A group of people hurriedly entered the portal, starting a new day of monster hunting adventure.

I was still alone to hunt down the monsters. After reaching the thirteenth floor, I did not rush to the fourteenth floor, but once again stepped into the caves connected in series.

When I arrived at the end and out of the cave, I was shown an empty room, with no enchanted bat boss, no Saradika, and no other enchanted bat buried in the ground.

Some are just big pits after being excavated, and the mounds piled up on the sides of the big pits.

When I walked to the mound, I looked down. In the pit, there were still some dry roots of Saradika.

Jumping into the pit, I leaned down, pinched a section of the roots, and gently twisted them. The slightly yellowed roots turned into a pinch of fine dust like flour.

After sighing, I planned to jump out of the pit, but with a little effort on my feet, a hard touch suddenly came in on my right foot.

I stopped and moved my right foot. Only then did I find that there was a gray-white hard object buried deep in the soil, only a small bulge was exposed.

"What is this?" I drew out the Zhan Matari knife, picked it lightly with the tip of the knife, and then stumbled again, and then again, swiped vigorously.

There was no movement at all.

"It doesn't look like a creature," I muttered, carefully using the tip of a knife to poke away the soil near the white fins, and tentatively digging down little by little.

Although I don't know what this thing is, and whether it has dangerous attributes, I am sure of two things: first, this thing is definitely not a living thing; second, it is definitely not buried artificially.

The reason is very simple. Before I left that day, I had a general impression of the surface of the soil in the deep pit, but when I just stood on the edge of the large pit and looked at it, I did not find any traces of turning.

Secondly, the rhizomes of Saradika in the big pit are scattered everywhere. If someone digs the soil pit, it will definitely destroy a part of the dry rhizomes of Saradika, instead of piled together intact as it is now. .

Since it is not man-made burial, who did it? And, what exactly is this?

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