The tactics of these two people haven't changed at all.
It seems they're going to stop here. Since that's the case, there's no point in continuing to play. Just end the battle quickly.
"Clatter—!"
And so,
Looking at Chris, who was still charging forward as slow as a snail,
Wesker didn't hesitate. He aimed at Chris's left leg, swept low, and directly tripped the charging Chris to the ground. Chris's leg twinged in pain.
He couldn't control his center of gravity and fell, but even so, Chris didn't give up his attack.
Instead, he quickly struggled to his feet,
And without hesitation, he directly grabbed Wesker's thigh, attempting to tackle Wesker to the ground.
After all, if you can't win standing up, then go to the ground. This is one of the winning mantras of MMA.
"Dream on…"
"To attempt a takedown and go to the ground, you need to see if your strength is enough, Chris—!"
As if he had guessed Chris's thoughts, Wesker, whose legs were held, was not flustered at all. Looking at Chris, who was struggling desperately beneath him,
Wesker just found it hilarious.
Had Chris, whom he once considered an opponent, really fallen to such a degree at this moment?
He didn't know if he had gotten stronger too quickly, or if the other party was simply too weak, so weak that Wesker had lost all interest.
"Thud—!"
A dull thud,
Seeing Chris holding onto his legs without letting go, Wesker didn't hesitate. He brought down an elbow strike fiercely, hitting Chris's back spine. A sharp pain surged through him.
Chris, with his head buried below, was flushed red, sweat pouring down. He had used every ounce of his strength,
But he just couldn't throw Wesker to the ground.
And after taking that elbow strike, Chris finally couldn't hold on anymore. He was the first to fall to the ground,
But his arms still held onto Wesker's legs tightly, which annoyed Wesker. How could this man be as irritating and clingy as a dog-skin plaster?
And Chris's desperate struggle,
Made Wesker very disgusted. He hated that his former opponent was now struggling like an ant beneath his feet.
This made Wesker's heart feel very conflicted.
He longed to defeat and trample on Chris and Jill, as they were his opponents, but he also didn't want them to have no dignity,
Struggling desperately like ants beneath his feet. This displeased Wesker, because it made it difficult for him to feel any sense of achievement or satisfaction.
It was like a former unrequited love; seemingly out of reach. After returning as a successful person, he thought he could confidently marry his unrequited love with such a status.
But when he came back, he found that the unrequited love he once cherished had now become a chaotic nightclub girl, or a vegetable vendor selling produce on the street,
There was absolutely none of the feeling he had longed for back then. That feeling was undoubtedly very uncomfortable.
And now, Wesker was like this. He seemed to have no feelings left for his old opponent, Chris?!
"Wait…"
"Desperate—?"
However,
Just as Wesker's legs were tightly entangled by Chris, Wesker suddenly remembered something.
That was, in his impression, Chris
Was not such a reckless guy. Chris was very smart, and any action he took would definitely have his own purpose.
And at this moment, Chris was holding onto Wesker's legs so tightly, his purpose was too obvious.
Wesker, realizing what was happening, intended to kick Chris away, but his gaze suddenly met Chris's face, which had twisted into a ferocious grin:
"…"
"Wesker, try the flashbang again. Let's see who recovers first!"
With a look of mutual destruction,
Chris directly embraced Wesker's legs and spoke so wildly, and by the time Wesker reacted, it was already too late.
A flashbang instantly exploded from Chris's chest with a dull thud, and a blinding white light and sonic boom immediately enveloped both of their bodies.
It turned out that the moment Chris charged forward,
He had already planned this idea.
And while Chris's hands were wrapped around Wesker's body, he quickly pulled the pin from a flashbang he carried on his bulletproof vest over his chest.
But because he was looking down in a takedown attempt,
Wesker didn't notice at all. And just as the flashbang was about to detonate, Chris decisively released his hands, allowing the flashbang on his chest to make intimate face-to-face contact with both himself and Wesker.
Actually, Chris didn't want to do this either,
But due to Wesker's speed, if he didn't cling to him in such close-quarters grappling, the flashbang would be hard to hit Wesker a second time.
And now Chris had gambled correctly.
The flashbang did hit Wesker at close range a second time, but it also hit himself. It's important to know that at such a close distance,
Even if Chris closed his eyes and covered his ears, he would immediately suffer severe side effects.
His eyes and ears would still experience flash blindness and deafness, and even more dangerously, it could cause temporary vision loss and persistent tinnitus as a sequela. This was a very serious price!
"Bang… Pfft—!!!"
Tiny sparks exploded on Chris's chest, and a burning magnesium ball directly burned a hole in Chris's bulletproof vest.
The flashbang naturally fell to the ground. At the crucial moment, Chris performed the important protective actions of turning his head, closing his eyes, and covering his ears with both hands, then he fell heavily to the ground.
"…"
"This thing again, damn it…!!!"
And Wesker, who was hit a second time, was now extremely enraged, because he simply couldn't imagine that Chris could be so insane,
Willing to get injured just to share the flash with him. He was simply a madman. Fortunately, it was only a flashbang just now. If it had been a High-explosive grenade,
Then Wesker himself would probably have been finished.
Wesker would have been directly weakened by Chris's High-explosive grenade, and then immediately backfired by the progenitor virus in his body.
Although he wouldn't die,
Wesker hated that state. Sharing control with the virus was what Wesker least wanted!
"Click…"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang—!!!!"
And at this moment,
Jill, from a distance, finally seized the opportunity. The Beretta M92F pistol's magazine was emptied again, and a barrage of bullets furiously showered down on Wesker's body. Still worried that this wouldn't be enough to finish off Wesker,
The moment Jill emptied her magazine, she also quickly drew the dagger from her thigh and followed up, preparing to finish Wesker's head with one stab!
"Die…!"
A delicate shout,
Jill charged out quickly!
The two had exhausted all their methods. This was their only remaining chance, and their last, but whether it would succeed,
That depended on whether Wesker would give them the opportunity, after all, they were facing the most oppressive BOSS in the history of Resident Evil—!
And unfortunately,
Wesker indeed didn't give Chris and Jill any chance.
When his eyes and ears were flash-blinded by the flashbang, Wesker's body reacted quickly.
Although he couldn't determine where Jill's attack would come from, he could proactively protect himself. In short, before his vision and hearing recovered, he just needed to avoid being headshotted by Jill's gun.
And so,
Pai Yun Palm's second form, Cloaked in Clouds and Moonlight—!
Grabbing his silver-black leather trench coat, Wesker didn't hesitate to bend down and violently swing it, automatically assuming the posture of a spinning top in place.
Although this posture was comical,
It effectively blocked the bullet attacks fired by Jill. After all, Wesker only needed to use his arms and body to catch the bullets and protect his head.
Therefore, a high-speed 360-degree rotation was the ultimate defensive method. As long as his head wasn't hit, nothing else mattered.
"Pfft… Pfft… Pfft—!!!"
"Clang clang…"
And the next second,
The sound of bullets penetrating Wesker's body quickly came, blood splattering. Wesker's back, arms, shoulders, abdomen, heart, and even his buttocks and thighs, were all hit by several bullet holes.
But fortunately,
His only head was not hit by a bullet. Although there was some pain, Wesker, whose vision was now white, already felt secure. Since his head wasn't hit, he was still invincible!
"Pfft—!!!"
However,
Just as that thought fell,
Jill's subsequent attack immediately arrived. A sharp dagger, held tightly in Jill's hand, was fiercely thrust down. Wesker, without vision, suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
A sharp dagger blade violently pierced his neck's trachea, and then brutally cut along the carotid arteries on both sides,
Attempting to sever Wesker's entire head.
And the attacker was undoubtedly Jill. She had originally intended to stab Wesker in the back of the head,
But unfortunately,
Due to Wesker's rotation, her accuracy was a bit off. Now there was no other way, Jill could only continue to cut fiercely along Wesker's neck, attempting to sever his entire head.
Unfortunately,
This method,
Also allowed Wesker, whose eyes were temporarily blinded, to immediately sense Jill's position through physical touch. Feeling the terrifying threat emanating from his neck,
The veins on Wesker's forehead bulged, and he immediately displayed a ferocious and enraged expression. With a wave of his large hand, his five fingers, like iron claws, precisely seized Jill's neck,
Lifting her high,
His other hand, like steel, blocked his neck, preventing the blade from cutting further.
At the same time, he seized Jill's wrist and squeezed hard.
Jill cried out in pain, uncontrollably releasing her fingers, and Wesker took the opportunity to pull the dagger from his neck:
"Chris, Jill…"
"You two are truly seeking death!"
At this moment, Wesker, with his vision and hearing restored, stared with fierce, bloodshot eyes at Jill, who was in front of him, her neck clutched in his hand,
Her face flushed red from suffocation and lack of oxygen, and Chris, who was dizzy on the ground, Wesker spoke fiercely. The cat-and-mouse game was over.
Seeing danger approaching,
Chris on the ground was still affected by the flashbang's side effects. After all, he was human, not a superhuman like Wesker. Taking a full flashbang at close range,
It would be hard to recover in less than a few minutes. Chris couldn't provide support, so Jill could only save herself. The state of oxygen deprivation was becoming more and more severe.
Jill used what little strength she had to desperately struggle and slap Wesker's arm, but it was ultimately futile.
Wesker's arm and palm were as hard as iron clamps.