The sound of fierce fighting behind him became more and more distant.

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A messy battlefield.

Cohen leaned on his sword and knelt with his left hand on the wall, coughing heavily.

The security officer's chest was bleeding.

His left rib was punctured, his lungs were damaged, and the wound almost reached his heart.

Moreover, the enemy's violent finishing power still lingered at his wound.

Even the finishing power that Cohen is proud of - "The Glory of the Stars" cannot withstand it.

And his enemy, Cohen, raised his head and looked at the swordsman in red and black clothes with a calm expression in front of him.

The left shoulder armor of the red and black swordsman was pierced by Cohen's "Gang Sword", and his shoulder was bleeding. There were also scratches on his left chin and left side of his neck.

But it's far better than Cohen's situation.

At the moment when both swords were about to pierce each other, the two men showed completely different fighting qualities.

Cohen inspired part of the brilliance of the stars, condensed it into a "star shield", protected the heart, deflected the fatal sword that struck the vital point, and then thrust out the sword in his hand with all his strength.

The red and black swordsman, however, ignored the silver-white sword edge that was stabbing his throat. Instead, at the moment when the sword blade was about to reach his body, he was calmer but more frantic in sending out the sword in his hand. He was faster than Cohen and sent the sword into the opponent.

sternum.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when Cohen's long sword trembled, the swordsman lowered his head to avoid the vital point of his throat, leaving only a scratch on his chin and neck. Then he let Cohen pierce his shoulder armor and tried to send the sword away again.

Enter one point.

High and low stand out.

"You are an excellent swordsman." The red and black swordsman suddenly said.

"Faced with a sword like that, many people avoid its edge and try to fight back."

"But you insisted on thrusting out that sword."

"As for the action of condensing protection, it's what the army taught you, right?"

Cohen coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "A veteran told me: On the battlefield, you must keep a life-saving hand - only then can you live longer than the enemy and be injured less than the enemy."

The red and black swordsman was silent for a while, and then he chuckled softly: "He must have never been a suicide squad."

Cohen gasped and frowned: "On the Western Front battlefield, the death squads charging against the skeletons and orcs - have you ever done this?"

The swordsman nodded:

"three times."

"Which guard?" Cohen licked the blood from his mouth and raised his head.

"Skull Guards, the 17th Suicide Squad."

"Fackenhauser's death squad, three times?" Cohen showed a familiar smile: "It seems you have offended a big shot."

"What about you, vigilance officer?" the red and black swordsman asked silently.

"Raven Guard, Second Commando."

"'Thunder Crow'? The second commando team?" The swordsman also frowned: "Humph, why does Karabyan sound so familiar to me? He seems to be a noble."

Cohen spit out a mouthful of blood and said with a wry smile:

"Actually, I always wanted to ask if the Chaka wine before the charge was delicious - my father never let me drink it."

"It tastes bad. Damn quartermaster, he even deducts wine from dead people." The swordsman replied coldly.

"Is it."

"yes."

The conversation between the two suddenly stopped.

The red and black swordsman put away his madness and violence, and Cohen also put away his helplessness and panting.

"Gulaton Remo, Skull Guard, Seventeenth Death Squadron, Sword and Shield Soldier," the red and black swordsman, Gulaton said in a cold voice, "This is my name. It is an honor to fight with you, vigilance officer.

Your Mightiness."

"Cohen Karabiyan, Crow Guard, Second Commando, Operations Captain," the security officer said with a sad smile, "This honor belongs to me, uh, Your Excellency, the gangster?"

The next second, Cohen stopped smiling.

Both of them looked at each other seriously and seriously.

On Cohen's sword, the lights of the stars flickered.

On the right arm of the red and black swordsman Gulaton, violent power surged, piercing the blood vessels and protruding.

The final sword that separates life and death - this is the moment that belongs to the swordsman who ends.

Glorious, sacred and cannot be blasphemed.

But the next moment, their expressions suddenly changed!

Suddenly the sound of howling wind came from next door.

A slender and valiant figure, holding two swords, fell from the air onto the street!

This distance should be enough.

The female bartender gasped and looked at the two people who were kneeling and standing.

Until she saw what Cohen was wearing.

I wish that kid could—eh? Kingdom Security Officer?

This is a gang war, why is Qingpi here?

Cohen and Gulaton also looked at her in confusion.

Someone from another gang? Cohen thought to himself, hoping it wasn't from the Blood Bottle Gang.

It seems that this woman has never been heard from adults, Gulaton secretly thought, is she a chess piece from outside?

"You can't run away! Sister bartender."

The wind howled, accompanied by a soft voice, Rolf appeared at the street corner, and he also saw two swordsmen.

"Gulaton? You should be by your side," Rolf looked at the swordsman and frowned, "Why are you here with a green-skinned person?"

Very good - Cohen thought to himself, they are a team, so...

The security officer turned to the female bartender: Since this woman is the opponent of his enemy, she must not be from the Blood Bottle Gang.

"Concentrate on cleaning up your rats." Gulaton, the red and black swordsman, said coldly, as if he didn't want to talk to Rolf anymore, "I'll do my job."

After Gula finished speaking, he coldly raised his sword towards Cohen.

Cohen also stood up slowly, gritting his teeth and holding his silver sword across his chest.

Rolf curled his lips, and the wind beside him continued to blow.

Yara took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and adjusted the angle.

All four people understood the situation on the field.

Two Blood Bottle Gangs, one Brotherhood, and one Green Skin - oh, it's the vigilance officer.

The next moment, all four of them started to move!

Gulaton's long sword flashed with red light, pursuing Cohen's heart mercilessly!

Cohen's face turned pale. Facing Gulaton, he pulled out the sword ring specially designed for defense!

Rolf's figure disappeared again, but the wind rushed towards Yara!

Yara's figure surged up, her two swords cut through the air as she advanced, but she unexpectedly rushed towards——

Cohen!

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Tails carefully covered the black cloth, hiding his breathing and running away, avoiding the two teams of elite thugs who were fighting to the death.

In the crowd, a figure nearly two meters tall stood out. Wherever his iron fist touched, the red-turbaned blood bottle gang flew out.

It's probably some master from the Brotherhood, I don't know if it's the Thirteen Generals or the Big Six.

Anyway, they can't be the three legendary killers.

But Thales just walked around quietly.

This is not his fight.

He wants to escape.

For myself and for Yara.

For the beggar in the sixth house.
To be continued...