Warhammer 40: The Wandering Merchant

Chapter 78 Fists Hit Hard, Two Fists Clash

With a single slash, the blade aimed directly at Carlson's chest.

Carlsen parried with his sword.

boom!

The two swords clashed, and the psionic energy and the disintegration force field impacted each other.

A visible shockwave emanated directly from the point of impact, spreading outwards in all directions.

The moment the Astartes saw the shockwave, they immediately stepped in front of the mortals around them.

The terracotta armor blocked the impact steadily, but the force of the impact still made them feel a tightness and compression in their chests.

Behind them, the mortals they were protecting were knocked unconscious by the aftershocks.

At the same time, a crack appeared in the floor beneath Tie Hui and Carlson's feet, causing them to fall downwards.

bang bang-

The two landed steadily in the lobby on the first floor, both with expressions of shock on their faces.

Carlson gripped the power sword in his hand. In the past, this sword had been used to cut down demons and aliens alike; no enemy of the Emperor could withstand a single blow from his blade.

But what's going on today?

This mortal was able to withstand the disintegration field of the power sword by using ordinary cold weapons with a bit of psionic magic!

Could it be that he has a fake product?

If that's the case, then after this matter is settled, it's really necessary to take the video recording of this battle and settle accounts with those geeks.

Tie Hui, however, was somewhat doubtful of himself. The Emperor had told him that he could definitely slay the Great Demon.

In the days that followed, each battle further confirmed the Emperor's words in his heart.

But then he ran into an Astartes veteran and immediately revealed his true colors.

Sure enough, you can't trust what that weasel says.

He touched the mithril armor on his chest, which had been marked by Cage's punch but had now been restored.

That feeling was still vivid in his mind, making him feel that he would probably have to do it again today.

Carlson gripped his sword and charged forward again, his speed reaching its maximum.

Even though Tie Hui had psychic abilities, he almost had his head chopped off.

Fortunately, the brief block of the psionic shield gave him time to immediately teleport away from the attack.

Tie Hui slashed out with his sword, but Carlson skillfully dodged it by turning his foot.

God knows how this guy managed to perform such rapid maneuvers and flips over such a short distance while wearing that heavy power armor.

They closed in to within two meters of Tie Hui, almost face to face.

At this distance, it's difficult for either side to deploy their weapons effectively, making this a true test of individual martial arts skills and combat experience.

Carlson flipped his hand and blocked the heavy sword that was coming at him.

At the same time, flip the sword over to continue blocking the heavy sword's edge with the surface of the blade that collided.

Carlson slid down to the hilt of the Iron Brilliant Greatsword, flicking and hooking it.

Ironfelter's greatsword was knocked from his hand by Carlson, a testament to his close-quarters combat skills and experience.

Tie Hui still lacks a lot. After all, the previous battles were all one-sided victories, and there was never a time when he needed to use his martial arts or skills.

The greatsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Tie Hui reached out to try and retrieve it.

They even used psionic power.

But Carlson had already seen through his thoughts, and slashed down with his power sword at the outstretched hand.

At the same time, he pulled the trigger of the grenades with his other hand.

Dozens of explosive bombs detonated within a space of less than one meter between the two sides. Even though Tie Hui had a psionic shield, the impact of the explosions at such close range still affected his body.

In addition to the power of the bombs, the combined effect of these two factors directly led to the instability of the psionic shield.

This gave the power sword an unimpeded attack, and Tie Hui realized that if he wanted to take back the heavy sword, his arm would be severed.

He immediately gave up on retrieving the heavy sword and withdrew his arm.

At that moment, Tie Hui clenched his fist and gathered his strength to launch a psionic interference attack, while Carlson's attention was still on Tie Hui.

However, as an ordinary Astartes, he was completely unaware of the spiritual power that Iron Glow, a person personally chosen by the Emperor, was secretly gathering within his body.

Carlson was caught off guard; he was stunned for only half a second before being forcibly freed.

However, Tie Hui's iron fist, clad in mithril armor, was less than half a millimeter away from his helmet.

With a loud bang, a heavy punch landed directly on Carlson's face.

This powerful blow caused the helmet to crack on the spot.

This attack was infused with Tie Hui's spiritual energy.

Carlson was hit on the head by the punch and couldn't help but lean back.

Fresh blood oozed from the nasal cavity.

The heavy punch made his head feel heavy.

I felt a sour sensation in my nasal cavity, followed by a surge of heat.

At the same time, the power armor begins to issue damage warnings.

Although it wasn't serious, it still horrified Carlson.

A mere mortal could injure him with ordinary physical strength, while also damaging his power armor.

Moreover, he had not sensed any chaotic aura emanating from this person during the battle just now.

Even the psychic powers he used didn't have the chaotic disorder or the unsettling feeling he experienced in the subspace.

This person is either a special psychic or truly the chosen one of the Emperor.

We must take it back.

Tie Hui retracted his fist to gather strength again, and Carlson raised his sword to block.

Tie Hui slammed his fist into the power sword that had a disintegrating force field, and the force of the punch made Carlson instinctively take a few steps back.

This made the Astartes who had already arrived on the first floor and were watching the battle widen their eyes.

A single punch was enough to send Carlson flying back several steps.

What kind of power is that?

Carlson, now inspired by Tie Hui, threw his weapon to the ground.

Seeing Tie Hui rushing at him again, he roared and charged forward as well.

The clash of fists, a brutal, bone-crunching battle, was enough to send the surrounding Black Templars into a frenzy.

They even started cheering.

However, neither of them was in good condition during the battle, even though Tie Hui was protected by his mithril armor and psionic energy.

However, Carlson's iron fist still pounded his internal organs, causing them to churn, and even the dragon scale armor he wore underneath couldn't withstand the impact.

Carlson was also in a bad mood, because the guy opposite him seemed to have noticed that the armor on his chest and abdomen was too thick.

He kept punching him in the face, and since the guy was smaller than him, his fists were naturally smaller too.

It's like a tiny, thin noodle stick; poking it on your face is both painful and itchy.

The helmet is already frequently alarming, and some functions have started to malfunction.

He wanted to hit the guy on the head in the same way, but the guy was always able to nimbly dodge because his head was smaller and he was shorter than him.

The two exchanged blows, tearing the manor house to pieces, leaving it in ruins like a post-war wasteland.

Just then, Moncal Gaz arrived in haste with the Black Lions Astartes.

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