Gazi, Where's Your Italian Cannon?

When he saw that the two Plague Hounds' eyes seemed to have lost focus, Tachi Bro smiled faintly and stepped back, moving out of their range.

Meanwhile, considering how cramped the space was, Lin Yun didn't have the same skillful technique as Tachi Bro. If he remembered correctly, fighting under these conditions seemed to impose a -4 penalty to hit...

More importantly... Tachi Bro was in front of him, making it hard for Lin Yun to attack.

This was a bit of a rip-off, so... after thinking it over for a moment, Lin Yun decided to use his bare hands. It felt pretty gross, but there was no helping it. He could only imagine his Spirit Realm Skin was a pair of gloves...

Besides, these guys had all charged at them already. If this kept up, he'd get hit.

The Plague Hounds were small creatures. The sewer wasn't very wide, but he could still get past them.

Since Lin Yun was in speed mode, he had Fly as a natural effect. He flew straight past them from the side in the "proper" flying position, with his arms in front and his body trailing behind, and landed in front of one of the beggars.

Lin Yun thrust out his arm and said, "Trip Strike."

Psionic energy gathered around Lin Yun's fist, and he punched the beggar at the front.

As Lin Yun's punch connected—

"D20+11+4=28, hit."

"D3+5D6+11=39."

Since he wasn't using a "weapon," Lin Yun couldn't use many of his abilities.

But it was enough.

Lin Yun's fist struck the man's shoulder, hitting a boil and bursting it. A huge amount of pus splattered onto his hand.

"D20+9+4+4+2=20, critical failure."... Fortunately, the cooldown on his Sleeping Immortal Sanctuary had ended, so he could use it again.

"D20+9+4+4+2=20, critical failure."...

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