Death Inquisitor

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Then a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Everything else is false, and living is the truth.

So what if the memory is really manipulated? Even if the person in front of me is a biological brother, he will fight to the death today.

So soon, Ah San suppressed the strangeness in his heart.

With an angry roar, he rushed towards Zhao Wu.

Even though he is a driver, his force is not weak at all, because drivers are often also bodyguards at certain critical times.

But Zhao Wu is also not a vegetarian. In the early years, he was also a ruthless man who fought and killed.

Later, when I became the eldest child, I stopped doing anything, but I often went to some martial arts gyms, taekwondo, and karate gyms to exercise. Quan should be a pastime for the rich and a way to keep fit.

So he was not afraid when Asan rushed towards him, but instead put up a posture and prepared for it.

"drink!"

The two of them shouted loudly at the same time, and they started fighting in Lian Jiazi's way.

Whether it is the smoothness of the movements, the enjoyment and the power, it is much better than ordinary people's scuffles.

The clothes on his body sent waves of whistling sounds in the air. After four or five rounds, no one touched anyone.

This does not mean that they are bad, but that they are very good.

The real master is never about how powerful his fists are or how well his body can take a beating, but about making the opponent unable to hit him from the beginning to the end.

This kind of master is the most comprehensive and has the highest chance of survival, because whether they fight with bare hands or with a knife, they have the power to fight.

For those who punch hard and seem to be fighting fiercely, let them try it with a knife and wait until they die together.

After a few rounds of fighting, the two found that it was difficult to defeat the opponent with bare hands.

If this continues, even an occasional hit will be meaningless. They couldn't kill with one hit, and they only had ten minutes.

So the two of them reached out to their waists and took out two identical daggers.

Zhao Wu and Ah San frowned, they turned out to be the same! So, they really knew each other before? The feeling of cat claws scratching my heart came back again.

He was quickly suppressed by the two of them, because it was completely meaningless to think about it now. Even if they want to stop, will the other party be willing? What should I do if he still wants to kill me if I stop fighting?

Neither Zhao Wu nor Ah San wanted to trust each other, so they had no choice but to fight.

The fight with the dagger was even more tense and weird than before, and the two people's nerves were tense.

Because next they have to ensure that they can never be hit by the opponent, and when they have to, they must also ensure that they can resist the attack at the minimum cost.

A dagger is different from a fist. It can cause damage if you scratch it. If you seize the opportunity, you will even be killed with one blow. Life and death are often just a thin line.

In game terms, "the show is about extreme operations."

Uh-huh!

Zhao Wu took the lead and walked up to Ah San with strange steps. The dagger in his hand stabbed his wrist in front of his chest.

Ah San turned sideways, dodged the blow, and instead attacked Zhao Wu's wrist.

The dagger gleamed silver between their hands, and made a clanging sound when touched occasionally. The movement was much smaller than during the fist fight, but it was even more terrifying.

They all played with the same idea, first destroy the opponent's hand, and then use their weapon advantage to crush the opponent.

Three minutes later, Ah San left a gash on the back of Zhao Wu's hand, and blood flowed out.

Zhao Wu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his attack became more fierce, with a desperate posture.

Ah San's rhythm was instantly disrupted, and within three rounds, Zhao Wu pulled the game back. A cut was made on the thumb, and the flesh was rolled.

But after succeeding in one blow, Zhao Wu suddenly changed his style and started to fight.

Ah San didn't understand what was going on at first, until a few more minutes passed, and he felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and his body felt weak.

"You, you poisoned me!" Ah San suddenly thought of something, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

The steps were already staggering.

"I realize now that it's too late!" Zhao Wu sneered and suddenly changed from fighting to attacking.

Although his and Asan's daggers were the same, he tempered the poison on his own dagger.

This is why when he was scratched by Ah San before, he suddenly changed into a desperate posture.

Because he was worried that Ah San's dagger was also poisonous, and in the hope that everyone would die together, he eagerly wanted to stab Ah San.

You Dou, who was behind, was just waiting for everyone to get angry together, so as to avoid the pain of stabbing each other several times.

But slowly, he discovered that he had no signs of poisoning at all.

So he changed from waiting for death to waiting for Asan's poison to get worse, until he launched a fierce offensive at this moment!

puff!

Ah San, who had a physical problem, couldn't resist, his movements were slow and weak, and he had difficulty breathing.

Zhao Wu seized the opportunity and stabbed the dagger into his throat. Then he quickly retreated to avoid a deadly counterattack.

"You...Gululu..."

On the ring, Ah San was holding the wound on his neck, blood pouring out, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Despicable!" He couldn't say this sentence, he could only use his lips to express it, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Phew... I won." After Ah San died, Zhao Wu immediately collapsed on the ring, looking exhausted.

Although his physical exertion does not seem to be great, the mental exertion is comparable to going through a college entrance examination.

Before he could recover much, the scene in front of him became blurry.

Soon, everyone appeared in the previous secret room again.

The 13 people alive all looked miserable and exhausted, while 13 brand-new corpses were lying on the ground.

The worst one, his whole face was beaten to a bloody pulp, his nose was collapsed, his eyes were penetrated, and he died miserably.

"Still can't find it. Has he been killed?" Zhao Wu immediately observed other people around him.

But I found that no one looked like the so-called traitor at all.

And then Ye Chen's voice told him... the traitor is not dead yet!

"You think this is the end? Unfortunately, the traitor is not dead, so everything will continue. And this is just the beginning, because I don't need too many people for this trial, so half of it is just right now." .

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