Beast Summoner

Hill's body had lost his balance, and he could only watch helplessly as the fist came. All he could do was to tilt his head as much as possible to avoid being hit head-on.

Farke's fist hit the side of Hill's face without any accident. The punch was not light and Hill was knocked away directly.

Farke did not continue to attack, but waved his hand and said with a joking smile: "No wonder he is so brutal, his bones are really not that hard!"

The faces of the other members of the Thunder Mercenary Group were full of anger. They clenched their weapons and wanted to attack Fake, but Hill's angry shout came from behind, "Is it all him? Stop it! I'm going to attack you."

He’s not dead yet! I don’t need you to avenge me!”

After hearing Hill's words, everyone hurriedly looked at Hill. Half of Hill's face was swollen, which affected his vision. However, Hill still held the spear tightly and got up from the ground.

"Deputy Captain! Let's fight!" Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't bear it.

Deputy Captain Hill was fighting for their lives, but he could only watch. This emotion mixed with emotion and guilt made their blood boil, and they wanted to jump into the battle right away, without fear even if they died.

"Fart! Even though I'm in such a mess right now, dealing with you incompetent bastards is still just like having fun! You can't even beat me, so why are you trying so hard! Just stay here!" Hill spat a bloody mouthful.

Saliva, once again assumed an offensive stance.

"Hill, I'm so touched by what you said!" Fuck deliberately put on a nymphomaniacal look, which made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

However, the members of the Violent Mercenary Group seemed to like this tune very much, and they all laughed.

The men of the Thunder Mercenary Group clenched the weapons in their hands and gritted their teeth, but they resisted the urge to fight to the death. Deputy Captain Hill was right. In their current situation, they could only rush forward.

A joke has no purpose except to kill people.

"Farke, do you mean what you say?" Hill looked at Farke calmly, without any emotion.

"Of course I keep what I say, but you don't have any chance!" Fuck's eyes became extremely cold, and he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart on Hill. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have almost become

A useless person.

When he thought about his miserable fate if he became a cripple, Farke's body trembled slightly. You must know that all this almost became a reality. Fortunately, luck was on his side.

Hill took a deep breath. Although he didn't believe Farke, he had to choose to believe it at this moment. Because even if he didn't believe him, there was nothing he could do. Could he still expect Farke to fail to swear?

"Okay! A gentleman's words are hard to follow, so I hope you won't break your promise!" Hill's eyes revealed his determination to die, and he was ready to burn his soul to force Fake to use his right hand.

"but……"

"What? Are you going to regret it?" Hill's heart skipped a beat. If Farke regretted it, there would be no point in anything he did.

"But you can't die! Don't worry, I won't kill you, so if you die, they will bury you with you!" Seeing Hill's eyes, how could Farke not know Hill's thoughts?

He will not let Hill die. His purpose is to make his life worse than death, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

"You... are despicable!" Hill couldn't help shouting. If he didn't fight to the death, it would be almost impossible to force Fake to use his right hand.

"I'm despicable? Humph! If you're going to burn your soul to force me to take action, you're not despicable?" Fake looked at Hill with contempt. Hill's double standards made him feel very ridiculous.

"It's really hard to be a good person these days! The person who saves your life becomes a despicable villain, but the person who commits suicide is morally noble! What kind of world is this?" Fuck shook his head, looking distressed.

Hill didn't answer, and he didn't know how to answer. He simply raised his gun and stabbed Fake.

"Oh! Are you angry from embarrassment? You came just in time!" A cold light flashed in Fake's eyes, and he advanced instead of retreating, charging towards the spear.

Just when the spear was about to rush in front of Farke, Hill opened his mouth, a tiger roar came from his mouth, and Farke's body suddenly paused.

This is one of Hill's secret skills - Tiger Roar, which contains fighting spirit in the sound, focuses the sound into a line, and directly attacks the opponent's ears, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

The duration of the trance is closely related to the user's strength and proficiency. It is said that the ultimate level of the tiger's roar is that no one else can hear any sound at all, and the sound is completely restrained and only the opponent can hear it.

Of course, the length of time of being absent-minded is also related to the strength of the opponent. The stronger the opponent is, the greater the gap with Hill, and the shorter the time of being absent-minded. On the contrary, a person with low strength may even be directly bleeding from the seven orifices of the tiger's roar.

Death.

During the period when Farke was absent-minded and unresponsive, Hill's spear had already arrived in front of Farke. Hill's eyes flashed with excitement. If he hit the target this time, even if he could not kill Farke, he would still be able to kill him.

It will also cause the other party to be injured, and then your chances will be greater.

Seeing the spear getting closer and closer to Fak's chest, Hill even felt like he was dreaming. Is he going to win like this? Although it is difficult for the silver warrior to defeat the gold warrior, it is not impossible. If

This shot stabbed into Farke's chest smoothly, and Farke might really be doomed.

Suddenly a warning sign arose in Hill's heart. As an old mercenary who has been on the verge of life and death for many years, Hill has an unimaginably keen sense of crisis.

Although Hill didn't know why he had such a strong sense of crisis, he firmly believed that this sense of crisis was definitely not groundless. This sense of crisis had saved him more than once.

Hill looked at Farke who was so close, and felt unwilling to do so. He gritted his teeth, increased his speed, and stabbed hard.

It's not that he's not afraid of death, it's that he can't bear to let go of such a good opportunity now. Another thing, Fak just said that he doesn't want his own life. He wants to live in pain with missing arms and legs.

So Hill was ready to take a gamble and use his life to bet that Frank would not kill him.

Hill's attack this time had a hint of determination, and precisely because of this, the attack became much sharper than before.

Farke had actually recovered a long time ago. The reason why he didn't move was because he was waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing Hill's spear close at hand, Fuck's eyes changed, and his steps began to sway mysteriously. He actually dodged the spear that was almost close to his chest, and raised his left hand that was shining with golden light with a sneer.

What surprised Fake was that when Hill saw that he had escaped his attack, he didn't even panic. Instead, there was a hint of success in his eyes.

Farke made a knife with his left hand, and struck Hill's right arm. If he hit the target this time, it would be no worse than being chopped by a knife or an axe. Hill's right arm would definitely not end well.

Hill suddenly pulled out a gun from the end of the spear with his left hand and stabbed Fak in the front of the chest. This was a strategy of exchanging injuries for lives.

Theoretically speaking, if someone is stabbed in the chest by a gun, the stabbed person will bleed profusely even if the vital part is not stabbed.

You must know that after being stabbed by a gun, the wound is directly a hole that cannot be closed naturally. Unless a large amount of fighting energy is consumed to temporarily seal the wound, this is not a long-term solution. This consumes too much fighting energy. Even if

Farke is a golden warrior, and he cannot afford to be consumed like this for a long time.

Farke didn't expect that Hill would use such a destructive weapon. It was impossible to change the attack. After all, it was too close, but Farke didn't care too much. This *** is not a magic weapon.

, unable to penetrate his armor at all.

Hill suddenly opened his mouth again, and Farke was shocked when he saw this scene. He had already suffered a hidden loss just now. The distance was so close now, and there was a triangular pyramid in front of him. If he lost his mind again, the consequences would be disastrous.

It's unimaginable.

Farke instinctively stretched out his right hand to push the gun away, and his left hand instantly cut into Hill's right arm without any hesitation.

"puff!"

"Plop!"

Hill didn't use the Tiger Roar skill at all, and his right arm was cut off by Fake. Blood spurted out from the broken arm, and his whole body fell to the ground.

In fact, Hill cannot use the Tiger Roar skill again at all. Powerful skills often have certain limitations, and the inability to use them continuously is one of the limitations of the Tiger Roar skill.

"Haha! Farke, you used your right hand!" Hill's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. It could be seen that he was enduring unimaginable pain at the moment, but he did not howl or roll on the ground, but instead laughed.

He laughed out loud, as if the severed right arm didn't belong to him at all.

Farke did not continue to take action, but looked at his right hand in disbelief. His right hand only resisted out of instinct when he faced danger, and it was not his original intention.

Although Hill lost a right arm, Farke used his right hand, so it was Farke who failed this time, not Hill. According to the agreement, Farke would let others go.

"Farke, you won't deny it, right? But this is your usual style. Even if you regret it, I would have expected it." Seeing Farke's uncertain face, Hill sneered with disdain.

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Farke clenched his fists tightly, and veins popped out on his arms. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Hill, I keep my word, let all your people get out!"

"Fake, let's see you later!" Hill winked at the others and picked up his right arm that fell on the ground. If the treatment is timely, there may be hope of pressing it on.

"Wait!" Hill and his group were about to leave when Fak suddenly shouted.

"What? Have you regretted it?" Hill looked at Fake with a wary look.