Thousand Blades of Death

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Brian's kung fu always overwhelmed his opponent, looking reassuring.

The assassin who confronted him seemed to be looking for an opportunity to slip away, but Brian did not let him go and played it between his palms. No, it can't be said to be a joke. Sebass feels that he is recovering from his ability to become rusty by carrying out various attacks.

By the way, it seems that he just heard him say "blank period". Also because I was worried about Clem’s younger brother, I was ready to help at any time, so I didn’t take it seriously. It seems that this person is full of kindness.

Sebas moved his eyes from Bryan to Clem.

Well, it should be fine.

One offensive and defensive battles. Although poisonous weapons are a little disturbing, it does not seem to be necessary to immediately rescue them. The trouble he encountered involved the kind outsider and made him uncomfortable. but-

If it weren’t for him to say he hopes to become stronger, I’ll help him... fighting with life will also be a good training. Go help when you are in danger.

The Ma Yuan on the side seemed to return to the careless state of the past, no longer paying attention to this battle. Sebass did not care either.

Sebastian felt his beard and watched Clem's battle.

Clem blocked the thrust with his sword.

There was a cold sweat behind him. The armor was about to be stabbed by almost one. The face of the man who fought against him was ruthless and disappointed.

Clem thrust the sword forward and measured the distance between the two. On the other hand, his opponent moved his position back and forth frequently, not wanting him to grasp the distance.

Clem's fighting method has always been to defend with a shield and attack with a sword. At this time, he must only fight with a sword, which is a tormenting experience for him. And the blade with the poison applied is also very tense. The armor-piercing sword is a weapon specialized in stab attacks, so he knows that he only needs to pay attention to the stab. Even so, the condition of not even a bruise still makes the body movements flinch.

He adjusted his breath, disturbed by physical and mental fatigue.

The opponent is the same. It’s not just you who feels tired.

The opponent's forehead was also covered with sweat. The opponent's fighting method is to fool the enemy with flexible skills, in line with the style of the assassin. For this reason, as long as any limb is hit, it will lose its advantage and destroy the balance of each other's combat power.

One hit will make a difference.

This is the source of tension between the two. Of course, this is the same for both sides. However, this tendency of this battle is more significant.

"call!"

With a breath, Clem slashed at the enemy. The swing of this sword strike was small, and it didn't use much force. This is because if you slash vigorously, there will be a huge flaw when evaded.

The assassin flashed the blow easily and reached into his arms. Clem noticed the next attack and stared at the assassin's hand.

The short sword was thrown out, and Clem shot it down with the sword in his hand.

Good luck. Because of his careful attention, he was lucky to bounce it off.

However, it was too late to exhale in relief, and the assassin had lowered his posture and entered the attack range like a taxi.

not good!

There was a chill in the back.

There is no way to stop this pursuit. When he knocked off the dagger, he swung the sword too much out of fear. Now that the sword is floating in mid-air, it's too late to turn back to face it. He wanted to concentrate on evasion, but on agility, the assassin was better than him.

There is nothing to do. At least with the arm as a shield—

When Clem was fully conscious, the assassin who was approaching suddenly held his face and jumped back.

It turned out to be a pea-sized pebble that hit the assassin's left eyelid from behind. Clem's spirit of acceleration at the limit state confirmed this situation.

No need to look back, he also knew who threw it. The voice of Ma Yuan from behind is the best evidence.

Sebass looked at Ma Yuan in surprise. Was he still paying attention... even shot faster than him.

"Fear is a very important emotion. But you can't be bound by fear. I saw from now that I feel that your fighting style is too monotonous to go all out. If your opponent is ready to sacrifice one arm, you must have Lost. Since the physical energy is lost to the opponent, the soul wins. The spirit can sometimes override the flesh."

Clem answered "Yes" in his heart, and was surprised to find that he was much more relaxed. Not because someone can help and can rely on it, but because someone is looking at himself beside him, reassuring him.

Indeed, he has not completely wiped out the fear of death, but even so-

"If... I'm dead, please tell Lord Lana... Your Royal Highness the Princess and say that I have a heroic challenge."

He exhaled a long breath and quietly raised his sword and set it up.

Clem felt that the assassin's eyes were shining differently than before. Although it is only a short time, but after this battle of life and death, maybe you and the assassin's heart are connected.

The assassin realized that Clem had already achieved consciousness, and seemed to have done the same.

The assassin stepped in. Of course he didn't say anything, just pulled closer.

Confirming that the opponent stepped into the attack range, Clem raised his sword and slashed down. In an instant, the assassin jumped back. It turned out that the man saw through Clem's sword speed and used himself as a bait to take a fake action.

However, the assassin only ignored one point.

Perhaps the assassin did see almost all of Clem's swordsmanship. However, there is only one trick he does not know. Clem is able to perform with confidence. The blow from the upper section is faster and heavier than all other swords.

The sword cut towards the shoulder socket was blocked by the chain mail shirt, and he could not cut the flesh off. But it easily broke the collarbone and crushed the muscles, smashing it together with the shoulder blades.

The assassin fell over to the ground. Excessive pain caused him to slobber and scream in silence.

"Pretty."

Ma Yuan appeared from behind, kicking the assassin's belly casually.

Just for a moment, the assassin calmed down like a broken puppet. It must have passed out.

In the corner of his field of vision, Brian had solved the assassin and waved easily to celebrate Clem's victory.

"Then I'm going to cross-examine. If you have anything to ask, please ask."

Sebass brought one of them and woke up the man. The man recovered from his body's shock, and Sebasi put his hand on his forehead. The time is less than two seconds. Sebass did not press hard, but the man's head swayed back, returning to its original position like a pendulum.

At this time, the man's eyes had lost focus and became like drunkard's eyes.

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