Some people say that two fists cannot beat four hands.

In general, individual strength is limited after all, and fighting against multiple enemies always tends to be at a disadvantage. Even if you have outstanding fighting ability, when you are surrounded by several times the enemy, instead of choosing a frontal hard bar, it is better to seize the opportunity to leave the encirclement and then think about countermeasures.

Of course, this is just a general theory, and this "general" is only based on ordinary people in the general sense. When facing targets holding robot guns or sorcerers who are good at fighting, groups that only have simple cold weapons may be at a disadvantage even if they have a numerical advantage.

In the back streets covered with shadows cast by the high walls, Curt was confronting the gangsters of the Slots. They slowly approached the unarmed Curt with simple weapons in their hands. The few people who were slightly ahead were waving the weapons in their hands in dangerous ways.

The problem he faces now is not the number of people. Taking the number of these gangsters into consideration together with their abilities, it is far from enough to cause qualitative changes. When a single person faces a larger number of monsters, Curt is not changing his face, and it is even more difficult to face these ordinary people.

That's what I said, but there are some obstacles to actual operation.

These gangsters obviously have not received any professional training. They are okay to bully ordinary people who have no resistance, but an ordinary mercenary can beat them away. Let such people wield randomly with weapons in their hands, and they may have hurt themselves before hurting others.

It turns out that this is not that Curt thought too much, and the actions of these gangsters are quite dangerous. Not long ago, a tall man holding a spike rod tripped his left foot to his right foot, which had not yet taken out because of the large magnitude of his weapon. If Curt hadn't kicked him by the wayside when he passed by, he might have kicked him in the opposite direction, his chest might have been stuck with several holes in the metal fragments embedded in the spike rod.

This is not the point of the problem - if it were only for this reason, Curt only needed to take a little more time to knock them down, and it wouldn't be delayed for so long. The problem now is that somehow these gangsters who pressed each other step by step were not strong enough.

Whenever Curt knocked down a gangster with a force that was enough to knock an ordinary person out of sight, the knocked guy would just lie on the ground for a while, and then he would get up again to try to attack him. Their faces and bodies were more or less colorful, but their will to fight was not reduced at all.

Every time these guys are knocked down, they become more excited when they get up, as if they are a substitute, and their reason gradually fades away. I don’t know what they are affected by, but although their speed has decreased and their movements have become stiff, their bodies have been strengthened.

The tall man who was kicked out by Curt just now seemed to take this kick seriously. He sat up and shook his head, and quickly picked up the nail rod that fell on the side and stood up. His hand that grabbed the nail rod was abnormally bloated, and his body, which had been thin before, suddenly became burly.

If you have developed limbs, the price is that your mind is simple?

The Slots look very wrong now, but they don’t feel any trace of spell effects on them. The changes that happened to them seemed to be using a body enhancer that belongs to the category of contraband, and the dosage was obviously exceeding the standard.

Body enhancers that overdraw physical abilities will extremely damage the user's body and have been listed as contraband by the Empire for a long time ago. This potion will squeeze out most of the energy in the body and improve the user's physical abilities for a period of time.

When this drug was first invented, it was once very popular. Many people with poor health could do things that were once unimaginable by using this drug. But no matter how much it was strengthened by the drug, the human body was only the human body. The limit was here, and what could not be done was that it could not be done. This situation stimulated many alchemists to study body enhancers and try to maximize their effects.

Good times don’t last long, and it is impossible for a good thing to strengthen the body to be without conditions. No one who abuses this type of drug can live long, and the person who uses better body enhancers will either die suddenly on the spot when the drug effect occurs, or will be paralyzed after the drug effect is over.

So due to various problems, the empire quickly banned the use of this agent.

Basically, Curt had not seen many effects of body enhancers, so he did not dare to insist that these Slots used this contraband. But now their bodies have undergone obvious changes, and this conjecture is likely to be a fact.

By losing the ability to think, they gain strong physical abilities, which is like ancient berserkers. They also use things like body enhancers to blur their consciousness while cutting off cowardice and compassion in exchange for power beyond ordinary people.

But most of the Slots are very cautious in their personalities, and this is even more so among these gangsters at the bottom. The thing they cherish most is their own lives. In other words, they cannot use this dangerous potion at all. These harsh and weak guys have no reason to eat that kind of thing to cause trouble for Curt.

Their empty eyes were no longer at all, and their every move became quite stiff, and even the emphasis on their words became not right. Judging from their current appearance, Curt felt that the fighting will that he had always shown might not be maintained by his own consciousness.

Curt was surrounded by gangsters. Curt knocked down several gangsters. The gangster who was knocked down before knocking down one of them got up from the ground. Curt was surrounded by the returned gangsters again, knocking them down, getting up, and surrounding them... It took a cycle and repeated.

How many times has this scene been repeated in this alley?

Curt himself was too lazy to calculate.

They stared at their unusually enlarged eyes like they had eaten some medicine they shouldn't have taken, and their light-colored eyes with the characteristics of Slots were covered with strange blood. A little white foamy liquid flowed out of their slightly opened mouths and mixed with the blood on their faces, turning into a strange ball of pigment.

They limped towards Curt like walking corpses. The traces of being beaten by Curt were still hanging on their faces. The scars of blue and purple made them look like zombies. If they hadn't been breathing a sigh of relief, Curt would have wanted to treat them as zombies.

Although killing people and killing monsters both decimate the lives of living creatures, the treatment they receive when the guards are questioned is different.

So the question now is how he should control them without killing them, and ask them out of their mouths. Moreover, the gangsters are not very normal now, and it takes some effort to knock them down under the premise of controlling their strength.

He was still thinking about countermeasures, and the Slots who could not help themselves were already rushing over with their weapons. They shouted something they couldn't understand, and their eyes were red.

"Are you upset?"

Curt looked at these disorganized attacks and didn't even want to move. Even if these gangsters used body enhancers, they had no combat power. They had no training now, and there was no sense of awakeness, and there was no threat except for brute force.

He looked at the gangster who was still approaching, dodged the sweeping stick on the side, and then grabbed the old stick and pulled it in the end. Then he took advantage of the unsteady steps of the gangster who was staggering forward, and he immediately rushed behind him and rushed towards his back.

With a muffled "Puff", the Slotte who attacked Curt with a stick was kicked and flew up in the air, hitting the companion right behind him. After taking down several companions, he also hit the fat man as the leader. Curt's kick increased his strength, and the gangster who was kicked away seemed to be unable to stand up for a while.

The fat man still had a little bit of thinking ability. He pushed away the person who was rushing on him, walked forward a few steps, and shouted loudly at the gangsters under him in a speechless manner: "Hurry up, get on! This bastard, he, he, he... only one person! You guys, you guys, you guys, you don't let him run away!"

If this sentence had been said in his mouth more than ten minutes ago, it might have been a little more imposing. But now, from him and his men, these Slott gangsters who were still surrounding Curt, was a look that was too weird.

They were bruised and swollen, unyieldingly wanted to launch an attack again, and rushed towards Curt with their weapons. They had previously been forcibly divided by Curt, as if they had thought a little about the attack method, and planned to rush up to control Curt's range of action before then launch an attack.

It seems that they are not without thinking ability, but their brains are over-blunt. If their actions are a little more neat, their current actions may be a good means for those who are only a little stronger than them - but there is still no threat to Curt.

Looking at the gangsters rushing forward, Curt didn't plan to waste time with them. He originally planned to use appropriate blows to restore their minds, but now it seems that it will only stimulate the body enhancer in their bodies to exert a stronger effect - there is no need to drag it down any longer.

He rushed forward to the gangsters, punched directly on the other party's face, and then slammed his backhand and elbow at the fat man who was rushing from behind. If he didn't work once, he would just do it twice, three times... Each time he used greater strength to send the Slots who had climbed up from the ground back to the ground the next moment.

The smoke and dust were lifted up by the fading human body. After tens of tens of times, the effect of the body strengthening agent in the gangsters seemed to have dissipated. The question of being beaten to the ground again and again by Curt finally did not get up again.

"Are you a monster?"

At the leisurely Korte, who was standing among the Slots who were twitching on the ground, a slightly stiff voice came from the entrance of the alley.
Chapter completed!