Because in this day and age, that's the only way.

A cry of death sounded from behind.

At that moment, Lausanne II felt a strange emotion welling up in his chest.

It's not blood thirst.

But it is far better than blood thirst.

The next second, the inexplicably angry Lausanne II roared and pulled the sword blade out of the swordsman's abdomen!

boring.

boring!

He fought off Dosalan, spun around, and the sword in his hand cracked fiercely!

clang!

When the sword's edge struck, an upright shovel was broken off.

Also broken at the same time were a pair of arms of the stupid boy.

The latter looked at the bright red splashing on the broken arm in confusion, then looked at the line of blood gradually spreading from the chest, and trembled violently.

"I owe, I owe, I owe Luo, Boss Roger, I have to pay it back, pay it back, pay it back..." He muttered to himself with his eyes widened.

"You have nothing, idiot."

Lausanne II mercilessly passed by the young man and knocked off his upper body with his shoulder.

"What can I get in return?"

The foolish young man split into two parts and fell to the ground, his babble getting smaller and smaller.

But Lausanne II's vampire hearing still accurately captured those breathless last words:

"Take...life...in return..."

Lausanne II couldn't help but close his eyes.

This damn body.

Damn hearing.

And this self-righteous fool is mentally retarded.

Why he just doesn't understand...

Roger asked him for nothing in return!

call!

The sound of wind came.

Lausanne II didn't even need to open his eyes, he dodged the boxer's attack without warning, and then stabbed the female warrior directly with his sword!

Dosalan roared angrily, distanced himself, and prepared to swing his spear across!

Very good response.

If her leg is not injured.

Lausanne II's wrist trembled slightly.

laugh!

There was a soft muffled sound, and the female warrior was hit by a sword in the neck.

She leaned her spear on the ground and felt the heat gushing out in disbelief.

But the next second, Dosalan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and continued to press forward against the bleeding on his neck!

clang!

Lausanne II deflected her last spear blow and watched her slowly fall softly.

"You are a warrior." He whispered, suppressing the tremor in his voice.

The female warrior didn't understand what he said.

She just looked at the ground and smelled the soil that was completely different from the red soil in her hometown.

it does not matter.

The female warrior slowly closed her eyes.

Dosalan failed.

But there are others.

Red God bless.

Other sisters, other brave and fearless warrior women of God's Blessing heading towards different destinations...

Each of them... is the hope of the whole village.

They...can do it, right?

clang!

Lausanne II turned back and struck a heavy blow with his sword, taking two steps back.

clang!

Another punch, and a spark erupted from the steel fist ring.

Lausanne II drew his sword in time and counterattacked, but facing the edge of the sword, the strong boxer just instinctively punched forward!

clang!

Fists and swords clashed, sparks flew everywhere.

Unable to close the distance, Lausanne II frowned: the opponent was unreasonable, ignored offense and defense, and turned a blind eye to his possible injuries. He just blindly approached step by step, roaring and throwing punch after punch!

clang!

Some of the punches were empty, and some were blocked.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

In terms of strength, this boxer is not as good as the swordsmen or hunters in front of him. The force of each punch is quite satisfactory, and he is a strong bridge and a strong horse.

This is the style of fighting in the black boxing ring.

but……

Lausanne II looked at this man whose eyes were red, and who was shaking his fist forward regardless of the situation.

But there is one thing about this boxer that is more terrifying than anyone before him:

Not only is he not afraid of death.

He is also good at risking his life.

For this alone, he is a hundred times more dangerous than all the people who blindly surrendered to death before combined, and even some extreme masters who are content with the status quo and cherish their wings.

Fissot can even find people like this...

He deserves to be the biggest drug lord in the Kingdom of Stars.

Lausanne II narrowed his eyes.

But that's it.

The next second, he changed his sword skills, the sword rubbed against the ring and stuck to the opponent's fist with strange force!

Swish! Swish!

He held the sword like a harp, and exerted force like a saw, with just two sword strikes, there were deep visible scars on the boxer's arm!

The boxer groaned in pain, and as soon as his fist softened, Lausanne II seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the chest.

it's over.

But at the same time, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes. He pushed the boxer away and lowered his sword!

Ding! Ding!

There was the sound of metal clashing in the night sky, and a figure grunted, passed over Lausanne II's head, and rolled to the ground.

This feeling of fighting...

Lausanne II lowered his head, looked at the knife wound on his wrist that was rapidly healing, and looked at the uninvited guest again:

"Black silk?"

On the other side, Lai York stood up with difficulty and looked at his wrist - his wound was larger than Lausanne II.

"You keep the best distance, and you are also the most cautious and patient in your attacks," Lausanne II pondered for a while, "It seems that you understand me better than they do."

Lai York sneered and glared at the other party unwilling to be outdone:
To be continued...