I will be crowned king

Almost instantly, the middle-aged man noticed that the captain had fallen without changing his expression. He stretched his left hand to the inside of his shirt, and at the same time, he leaned back toward the sofa and rolled under the long table without any scruples.

"Boom!"

The next second, the bayonet that had just pierced the captain's throat was firmly nailed to the wall at the end of the sofa; the middle-aged man lying under the long table looked at the still "buzzing" handle of the knife in shock, his forehead Shedding a drop of cold sweat.

If I had just hesitated for a second or pounced directly on the opponent, it wouldn't have been the wall of the box that was nailed through!

The middle-aged man who escaped the disaster did not hesitate at all. He clutched the revolver in his arms and moved toward the other end of the long table facing the box door, trying to distance himself from Anson who rushed through the door.

But at this moment, he looked through the bottom of the table and discovered another figure standing outside the door!

If he distanced himself, the other two would be able to fire into the door without worrying about the safety of their companions. Being sealed in the box, he would have no room for resistance until the bullets on the opposite side were exhausted.

"clang!"

The slender wooden cane blocked the oncoming saber, making a sound of metal collision.

Seeing the inexplicably familiar style of the saber and the military uniform under the coat of the figure in front of him, the surprised middle-aged man blurted out:

"Are you an officer of the Royal Army?!"

What answered him was another chop at a tricky angle, the cold blade piercing the middle-aged man's face like a poisonous snake.

The moment he realized that he was unable to dodge, the middle-aged man immediately raised his cane to resist.

The crisp collision sounds were like notes playing rapidly in the spacious box, and the middle-aged man who was struggling to support himself kept parrying; the attack of the person in front of him was so fast and violent that he couldn't even find the space or room to counterattack.

"clang!"

It was another knife from a tricky distance, and the blade hitting the center of the stick shook the middle-aged man's arm, almost causing him to lose his only weapon.

But Anson didn't give him any room to relax. He waved his saber and immediately pressed forward, grabbing the handle of the cane with his left hand that had always been behind his back.

"鈶鎯!"

As the middle-aged man suddenly slid back to dodge, a dazzling silver-white sword light bloomed from the cane sword.

Cane sword? !

"Accident?!"

Noticing the flash of surprise in the corner of Anson's eyes, the middle-aged man raised his lips and immediately lunged forward, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Anson's throat.

Anson threw away his cane and immediately retreated to dodge, and the blade in his hand seemed to become panicked.

Chance!

Seizing this momentary gap, the middle-aged man immediately began to attack Anson aggressively. The sword points that kept thrust out came like a violent storm, making Anson, who had nowhere to escape, keep dodging and blocking.

Every attack was like a fatal blow that could make him bleed on the spot. Every attack was unfortunately parried or dodged.

The more the thin figure dodges, the more the middle-aged man is filled with the desire to attack.

"Boom!"

As Anson retreated, his steps were dragged by the captain's body, and he staggered. His body hit the door hard, and he almost fell down while also shutting his "companion" out.

The middle-aged man, whose eyes lit up, rushed forward quickly, kicked the captain's body away, smashed Anson's blade with his cane sword, and then stabbed him straight.

Anson, who almost fell down, had nowhere to run, and stared blankly as the tip of the sword stabbed straight into his throat.

But at this moment, the smashed blade was forcefully held back by Anson, and it reached the middle-aged man's chest as if it came to life.

The blade of the saber is one-third longer than the cane sword!

The middle-aged man finally noticed the moment before he was pierced by the tip of the sword. The pierced sword tip was forcibly twisted into a sweeping blow, barely grazing Anson's coat lapel and tearing a gash in it.

With no time to think, he stepped sideways and pulled out the gun with his left hand that had always been hidden under his coat.

"clang!"

The tip of the piercing knife suddenly lifted up, and the blood-stained revolver and the middle-aged man's index finger flew into the air.

Plop!

The next second, the middle-aged man with the tip of the knife pressed against his throat watched helplessly as half of his fingers and gun fell to the ground.

"Gifted person?"

The middle-aged man's expression was extremely ugly, and his cold eyes were fixed on Anson's face: "I didn't expect that a dignified Wang family army officer who inherited the power of blood would actually become an assassin..."

"Should I be honored or should I be ashamed?"

Anson, who remained silent, narrowed his eyes and stabbed forward with his right hand holding the handle of the knife tightly.

Just at this moment...

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man who was originally "at a loss" suddenly raised his bleeding left hand, and just before the blade was about to penetrate his chest, he tightly grasped the handle of the knife!

Anson, who was slightly startled, applied a little more force, only to find that the tip of the knife seemed to be nailed into the granite and was motionless.

"Accident?"

The middle-aged man sneered... This was the second time he said this:

"Young man, I guess the person who taught you the power of blood must have told you that different types of blood power have completely different activation conditions..."

"For some special types, the conditions are even very harsh!"

"clang!"

The saber held tightly in his hand was forcefully snatched away by the middle-aged man, turning into an afterimage and nailed to the wall.

The next second, the middle-aged man wielding a cane and sword rushed towards the unarmed Anson.

Anson, whose whole body was tense, suddenly moved to the right, and the dazzling sword light passed over his cheek like an arrow from the string.

The middle-aged man stabbed with an arrow and stood firm. The slender right leg he suddenly raised was like a knight's sword, and he drew it towards Anson's chest with incomparable accuracy.

Anson, who had no time to dodge or even parry, was kicked from one end of the box to the other; the leaping figure tumbled past the dining table, and the exquisite coffee table was instantly left with a mess on the floor.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the embarrassed Ansen struggled and collapsed in front of the wall of the box. The pain was so painful that his whole body was shaking, and it brought back some of his not-so-"good" memories.

It's just that this time, it's a little different from last time...

Seeing that Anson was having difficulty getting up for a while, the sneering middle-aged man waved his cane and sword and slowed down his approach.

Since this assassin is "stupid" enough to duel one on one, then I will grant his wish!

Anson was slumped on the ground with his head lowered, panting motionlessly, with only his shoulders shaking slightly.

The middle-aged man standing in front of him held his cane and sword against Anson's chest like an executioner.

"puff!"

The middle-aged man who raised the sword was shocked, and his eyes slowly fell in disbelief.

The bayonet nailed to the wall penetrated his neck at some point.

Anson, who still lowered his head, still maintained the posture of throwing the bayonet with his left hand.

Plop!

The middle-aged man knelt down in front of Anson. His left hand, which was bleeding like a pillar, trembled slightly and stretched out towards the throat that was pierced by the bayonet. However, the distance from the palm to the handle of the knife seemed to be an insurmountable chasm.

"For some special categories, the conditions are even very harsh..."

Anson stood up slowly while talking to himself. While looking at the struggling middle-aged man, he took out a gun from behind. The dark muzzle of the gun was inserted into his coat and pressed against his heart:

"What a coincidence."

"I actually know a lot about this special kind of bloodline power!"