[Part 1: Three lives are not enough to kill]

When the hand-to-hand combat ended, the bloody and cruel weapon fighting began.

The old butler Edward walked to g117 and whispered instructions.

"Don't risk your life."

"Oh ho?" Xueming was grinning ferociously, "When you threw me into the ring and asked me, a newcomer, to face thirteen thugs, did you ever think that someone would die?"

Edward's words flickered and he no longer engaged in verbal arguments. He just kept asking questions. There were many things that he couldn't figure out.

"Who are you?"

Xueming: "What do you think?"

Edward: "Why did Mary have you as a general, but she was killed by the unknown eldest sister?"

Xueming looked at the characteristics of the opponent in his memory and counted them one by one: "Leonardo, that loser, couldn't protect the mistress. He was blown up by the enemy as soon as we met him. The enemy was elusive, and there were armored ships engaged in artificial rainfall - I didn't even think about it.

Planning to make an enemy of Anonymous, when Mary Stuart planned to recruit soldiers from the station and had unrealistic illusions about these mortal enemies, I ran away."

"All in all, let's save some time for these distinguished guests. It's best not to kill anyone..." Edward stopped asking any more questions and just gave his sincere advice.

"Let's get to work, Arbiter." Xueming urged, asking the next opponent to come on stage quickly and die.

She has no compassion for these criminals. Kung Fu is just a small game to strengthen the body. When it comes to equipment, it means that the sword has no eyes and life or death is uncertain.

The next opponent has arrived.

The bright knives were lined up in a row, and the weapon racks had been pushed onto the ring, asking the two contestants to choose a suitable dagger blade.

Xueming chose the simplest fighting knife.

Her opponent is short in stature, looks to have just turned eighteen, and comes from [Yin Langtong]'s camp.

He is a big boy, only 171 centimeters tall. He seems to be stunted due to not getting sunlight all year round.

There is a fierceness in this child's eyes, as if he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He wants to have a try with g117.

He already has several lives in his hands. Before joining [Yin Langtong], he was a professional assassin in prison, specializing in carrying out vendettas for various gangs.

He chose a hook-claw scimitar, which was his most handy weapon.

The two came to the ring and stood still——

——The old butler Edward said immediately.

"Start the fight!"

Yin Langtong's assassin kid immediately stepped forward and attacked with a knife in hand.

His steps are agile and he wants to take the lead and force g117 to go to the southwest corner of the ring.

At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, the two men's weapons did not touch each other.

Xueming stared at the kid's shoulders and elbows with no intention of retreating. She held a knife in her left hand, and most of her close-range fights with the enemy's right hand fell into the air. They were attacking and avoiding at the same time.

, never intercept the opponent's knife path.

After the two probing rounds ended, Xueming immediately changed to a strange posture of holding both hands together.

That is the posture with the forehand edge of the left arm facing to the right and the right hand holding the wrist bone of the left arm tightly.

Hasband didn't understand the knife-wielding stance: "What is she going to do?"

Little Xingxing explained: "That is her standard fighting posture. To deal with the hook-claw scimitar, the straight-edged knife is not powerful enough. The claw-blade can use the ring on the tail of the knife to switch between forehand and backhand. It is very flexible - my eldest sister is ready

Using force to overcome skill..."

He didn't wait for Xingxing to finish his words.

A sharp steel explosion erupted in the arena.

The probing thrusts, which were originally not touching each other, turned into fierce fighting blows.

The more Yin Langtong fought, the more frightened he became. He felt his hands were numb. It was as if his opponent had changed his posture. His light steps became thick and powerful. When he stepped forward to deliver a slash, the distance was longer than the distance he could dodge.

The range should be a little larger, a little more.

It just so happens that if there is just a little more, you can't avoid it, and you can't attack while dodging.

Everything is just because of the change of the body's central axis——

——It's just because after holding the knife in both hands, the center of gravity changes smoothly like a pendulum movement.

He must give up the advantage of single-wielding and use both hands to hold the knife like his opponent to adapt to this attack rhythm!

From the moment she switched stances, Xueming just did something very simple. The rhythm of her step attack was thick and powerful, and her sacrificial thrusts were harder and heavier each time.

In this kind of confrontation where both wingspan and height are dominant, it seems that it is always her turn.

The moment his opponent showed signs of weakness, he could tell from the cold sweat that suddenly broke out on his face and his unfocused eyes.

The enemy has been unable to lock the murder weapon in her hand.

The posture of the knife was so upright, in Yin Langtong's eyes, it was as if the six-foot-long short blade was hidden in front of his chest and turned into a strange metal wire the size of a shining silver toothpick!

It is difficult for him to judge the distance between this weapon and his own face. He can only judge the sign of an attack coming in the next fight through the sudden explosion of the opponent's step.

It took almost only five seconds to repeat four cuts in this way.

The hook-claw scimitar was snatched away by Xueming's hand, before Edward had time to shout stop.

The opponent's will to fight had not completely collapsed. At the moment when his wrist bones hurt, Yin Langtong saw clearly the action of G117 lifting his wrist and pinching the knife stem, and immediately fought back. His thumb was still in the ring of the claw blade, so he still had a chance to win!

He suddenly tried to break free from the restraint, dragging the knife and twisting his wrist to regain control of the weapon.

But he saw a fatal flash of silver light, and brilliant blood burst out from the kid's upper arms and trapezius muscles.

He was severely wounded by two swords. He was breathing heavily, but could not clearly see his opponent's movements, so he only knew to fight back.

Followed by three more vicious stabs, Xueming followed the direction of the weak hook-claw scimitar attack, slit the kid's wrists, elbows, and stabbed through the armpits.

Blood burst out from Yin Langtong's body like a spinning faucet.

He was almost turned into a rag doll, every wound on his body was not fatal, and almost every cut missed the vital point.

He looked at his arm and armpit in surprise. The stabbing action was like a nail being driven into the body by a hammer, and then being twisted and pulled out hard - the rotten flesh and blood brought out looked very scary.

, but the lungs were not injured.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His right arm has completely lost its combat effectiveness. He only feels a strong sense of humiliation and roars at G117.

"You look down on me? Do you look down on me?! Come to the vital point! Kill me!"

Edward was just about to call a halt and prepare to announce the result of the contest.

This Yin Langtong raised his right arm, switched the weapon to his left hand, and let out a terrifying roar at the referee.

"I haven't given up yet! I haven't given up yet!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing against his face!

——That woman took a step forward and raised the knife to claim her life!

He raised the knife to fight, but was hit with a powerful arm fist that cracked his wrist bone. As soon as the claw knife flew away, he was caught tightly by G117!

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The audience in the audience almost stared with their eyes wide open, and then covered their eyes for a moment, not daring to look at the cruel scene.

This is the time of execution, the time of dismemberment of the body.

Only the horrifying notes of rustling and splitting flesh were heard, but there was no scream when steel and bones rubbed against each other.

These dozens of blows were being stabbed away from vital points. When Butler Edward called to stop, Yin Langtong was like a target with a gun. He was stabbed twenty times while standing, and six more times while he was kneeling. Finally,

He was paralyzed on the ground, and the soft flesh of his posterior crest was separated layer by layer.

There were six more holes in his neck, and the carotid artery and trachea were not damaged by a single knife.

There were thirty-three holes in his torso, his organs were intact, and all the muscles and tendons were broken.

His legs almost turned into a honeycomb shape, making him look like a bloody man.

The eldest sister was covered in blood, her face was also covered in blood, and her hair was stained even redder by the blood.

She dropped the knife and spoke to Edward.

"Next."

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[part2·Battle Master]

Yin Langtong's assassin boy underwent first aid and is now in good condition.

He almost died, just a little bit. His brain shut down due to excessive blood loss. The staff of the medical team poured Mrs. White's products on him first, and the nurse almost fainted from fright when she peeled off the kid's clothes - what was on him

Under this barbaric and primitive first aid technique, the knife edge almost grew together with the cotton fibers.

The density and depth of the wound were far beyond the imagination of the medical team, but no key functional organs were harmed.
To be continued...