"Not good."

Mallos suddenly spoke:

"After the second round, he gradually became familiar with everyone's style and began to feel comfortable."

Hugo's eyebrows jumped, just in time to see the menacing Langlai being forced back by Luo Sang's sudden sword, rolling in a panic. Fortunately, Fu La Teng came from the side to share the pressure.

Damn it.

"Well, it seems we have to make a plan," Hugo said impatiently. "Plan A, issue a fatal order and attack at all costs; Plan B, speed up the rotation rhythm to increase his consumption; Plan C, combine both near and far, waiting for opportunities.

Sneak attack, and Plan D—anyway, we don’t have much time, which one do you want to choose?”

Mallos was silent, his eyes flickering.

"Z," the watchman said softly, "I choose Z."

At that moment, Hugo Fubi was slightly startled.

Z?

The next second, Hugo sneered:

"Interesting, your sense of humor has improved compared to before."

But Mallos didn't smile, he just turned his head slowly and looked at Fubi with an indifferent look.

The flag officer's expression changed.

"Damn it, you're not joking," the smile on Hugo's face disappeared instantly, "What's going on?"

"Misjudgement."

"What?"

Mallos sighed: "Concerning this person's strength, we followed outdated intelligence and made an extremely serious, extremely dangerous, and possibly fatal misjudgment - the previous plan could no longer keep up with the changes."

Hugo was stunned:

"I do not understand."

At this time, a change occurred in the field, and Luosang was seen taking a step away. As the sword shadow flickered, Fu La Teng, who was originally on the offensive, groaned, tilted his body, and his shield fell to the ground!

Everyone exclaimed. At the critical moment, Miranda's eagle flew from the side and struck away Lausanne II's killing sword with a wonderful horizontal slash. The timing was perfect.

"Cover switch!"

There were only two whizzing sounds, and Paul and Itarriano fired their crossbows, forcing Lausanne II to dodge and block, unable to pursue.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two arrows, Toledo and Custa rushed forward together. The former dragged the painful Fulateng to a safe area, while the latter filled the position, gritted his teeth and raised his knife.

Lausanne II raised his head slightly and looked at Marius from above.

Hugo, the flag-bearer on the sidelines, felt nervous.

"His style of play should be the most physically demanding, but until now, I don't see any signs of exhaustion..."

Mallos looked at Lausanne, but his expression remained unchanged and calm:

"No, this person is far more than just a 'super-level swordsman with supernatural powers' or a 'former master whose strength has been greatly reduced' as we thought."

Hugo was in disbelief:

"You mean, he hid his strength and deliberately confused us?"

After the words fell, the battle resumed. Luosang's figure moved, and the four people who had prepared their swords came forward and bit him to death.

"And his swordsmanship and martial arts," Mallos said in a tight tone, "Emperor Wind, the offensive and defensive faction in the north, the martial arts faction in the south, the new trend, and even the different factions in the End Tower... No, not only, in his movements

In it, I even saw many niche martial arts, including Prairie, Hanbul, Suye’s martial arts, and many others that I’m not sure about because each style only appears for a moment and is specious.”

"so much?"

Mallos nodded: "There are two possibilities for a person with multiple skills like this: First, he is knowledgeable but not good, versatile but not specialized, and he is just a showman..."

Hugo was used to his speaking style, so he waved his hand and ignored the nonsense when he heard the words:

"What about the second possibility?"

Mallos did not answer, but just stared at Lausanne II's flying sword blade, saying nothing for a long time.

Hugo understood, nodded and said:

"What the hell."

But it seems that Mallos is not enough and adds insult to injury:

"What's even worse is that this is just his swordsmanship."

Not counting superpowers, the power of termination...

Including reinforcements from Kevin Deere's family.

Thinking of this, Mallos looked sharp!

"Transmit my orders: Plan Z."

Hugo frowned: "Some of these children may not know about Plan Z..."

"But you know, Hugo."

Marius kept commanding:

"If anyone questions, tell them: Your Highness the Prince must take a long-term approach and catch big fish."

Hugo was speechless.

He looked towards the field unwillingly:

"But this person is very important. If we miss it... we really have no chance at all -"

"Twelve." Mallos said suddenly.

Hugo's eyes moved:

"Twelve what?"

"Twelve people - the first four people speed up the tempo and attack oppressively at all costs, consuming his physical strength and energy. The three in the middle are strong enough to test his style in different categories and find flaws and weaknesses. There are five more people, let's see

Situation partners, two or three people, fight to the death, trying to force out his trump card, and the remaining people will adapt to the situation and seize the opportunity, striving to kill with one blow."

Mallos' eyes moved slightly:

"If the combination is right, the arrangements are in place, the morale does not collapse, and the luck is not too bad, we will lose about 12 casualties, and we will probably have a chance to defeat him - at least we will lose both sides."

What?

Both sides suffer?

Hugo couldn't help but say:

"Then we have to capture him alive..."

"Don't even think about it," Mallos interrupted him, "If you hold on to this idea and take it as a chance, I'm afraid it will be difficult for both sides to lose."

Hugo looked troubled.

"you sure?"

Mallos nodded.

"I originally had doubts, but after the continuous siege by so many good players, I am now very sure: this person is superior and unfathomable in terms of strength, experience, willpower and physical strength. His swordsmanship is even more superb, and the upper limit is unknown."

Having said this, the watchman sighed and took a step forward.

"As far as these ten minutes are concerned, even among the extreme masters I have seen, he is at the top of the group," Mallos' expression was extremely serious, "comparable to the Punishment Knight and the Rain in the Rain."

Heart."

Hugo was shocked.

"Is this an exaggeration? Is it related to the strange landing just now?"

The watchman shook his head, indicating that he didn't know:

"Twelve, or Plan Z, what do you think?"

twelve.

Hugo frowned, and turned his head to look at the subordinates present: Morgan, Nisi, Conmuto, Oscarson... Some of them were filled with anger, some were eager to try, and some were as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Some are extremely nervous...

The flag officer wanted to speak but stopped:

"But, but..."

The watchman looked at him and changed the subject:

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing: Is it worth it?"

Hugo was silent for a few seconds:

"Is this the result you deduced?"
To be continued...