Nighthawk nonchalantly put an arm on Arthur's shoulder. "Is your target me? It's interesting, my target is that sickly brat, but I discovered one thing, the old man didn't say anything about the second round.
What will happen if we don't act? I made an agreement with Riel in the first round that we won't act in the second round. This way we can test where Mozkov's lower limit is. If he forces us to fight,
, then the flaw will be exposed." After saying that, Arthur noticed that the fighting teacher Riel, who had kicked the dwarf demon Vanno over with three consecutive kicks in the air, was approaching the three of them. In addition, Jace, who had never expressed his attitude, now
The four people gathered here already have the highest combat power on the field.
Riel's voice was similar to his appearance, and both gave people a gentle feeling. He approached Jace and reached out to hold Jace's hand. Doctors and teachers are both high-level professions in Brighton City, and the temperament between the two is also very special.
Similar. Nighthawk hugged Riel and said, "Who did you win? Riel, it can't be a repeat."
"The name I drew is yours, Mr. Nighthawk." Nighthawk looked at Arthur and Riel with a smile, without saying anything. The atmosphere between the four of them became awkward. Even Arthur was dissatisfied with Riel's name.
This sentence is hard to believe. After everyone draws iron pills and confirms their names, the soldiers will collect the iron pills. There is no way of knowing whether Riel really told his goal, but now he can only choose to believe him.
Jess's voice was just right to break the embarrassment at the moment: "Guys, the chains in our handcuffs have not been untied."
After Jace's reminder, Arthur noticed that the soldiers beside the single cells had evacuated the sand arena. Only nine people who were still able to move were left in the entire venue. It seemed that they were worried that the soldiers would be released after the chains were untied.
There was no way to escape. Nighthawk seemed to have noticed this a long time ago. It was looking up at the high platform on the right where the score recorder was sitting, thinking about something. Several people on the other side stopped for a moment after seeing the four of Nighthawk and Arthur hugging each other.
They originally wanted to fight, looking at each other to find a solution. Finally, under the guidance of Selfendo and Sheldo, the remaining people gathered together to form a small team, but they did not dare to move towards their goals easily.
Take action.
Arthur inadvertently glanced at Nighthawk, who was still smiling next to him. The current situation on the field was because Nighthawk had discussed with Jace and Riel on the opposite side to form a team during the first round. Now there are four of him.
The strength of the team is obvious to all. As long as the four of them don't move, neither the three-person team nor the two-person team dare to move at will, then the scene Mozkov wants to see will not happen in the second round.
Sure enough, five minutes later, Mozkov couldn't sit still on the high platform. He stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the high platform and looked down. After some eye contact with Nighthawk, the crazy old man looked up to the sky and laughed.
, then lowered his head and said a few words to the herald: "Werewolf, so this is your purpose...Interesting, you are much more interesting than those tramps, very good, I will let you go on the first day, directly
Let’s move on to the third round.”
This is an attitude that I have never thought of. Mozkov's method of hiding his emotions is extremely clever. Nighthawk uses inaction to stimulate Mozkov just so that Mozkov can use other methods to force himself and others to fight. Nighthawk needs
Knowing where Mozkov's bottom line is, he also wants to know how many troops will be deployed in this bunker if a conflict occurs. Is this to gather information for escape? Arthur couldn't help but regard Nighthawk as the strongest person in his heart.
He climbed up again. Among the many powerful people with status and strength that Arthur had ever seen, Nighthawk gave him the most comfortable feeling.
The second round quickly came to nothing. About twenty soldiers poured into the center of the arena, took the nine people back to their cells and began to clean up the corpses and broken bones in the middle of the sand. Arthur sat on the bench
In Shali, the clothes he had been wearing were torn after about two days of tossing, and the exposed skin was stained with blood and thick gray. It looked like the workers he saw at the boiler factory in the southern district of Brighton, except that it was bloody.
The smell was even stronger. While waiting for the third round to begin, Arthur noticed that his ring finger had become dislocated at some point and was bent in a weird posture. Arthur looked at himself with a wry smile. He looked really bad now.
Ah, he gritted his teeth and held his ring finger, enduring the pain and snapping his ring finger back to its original shape. Because he didn't want others to see his weakness, Arthur put his hand on his chest, rocking it back and forth to relieve the pain and lose his elemental power.
Arthur felt his fragility again for seven years.
At this moment, he suddenly missed the families at the charity house. On Thanksgiving Day, he took Johns back to the charity house, but no one was there, and he didn't know how Catalina and the others were doing recently. Brynn was still there.
Okay... On a winter day like this, Mrs. Lily will make potato soup to drink, and that silly big George will snatch his brown bread. Lizzie must be smiling and sharing what she sees and hears every day,
Catalina will also scold George. Arthur gradually fell into memories. Nothing in the dark bunker could affect him anymore, and Arthur gradually fell asleep.
This memory is Arthur's only remaining humanity in this death game.
...
When he regained his energy again, it was two soldiers holding torches who opened the door of his cell. Arthur pressed his temples and looked around to confirm the situation. At this moment, there were two more corpses in the center of the arena, and there were still ten left among the fourteen.
The two of them are alive. Fortunately, the people they know seem to be fine. Arthur's cell was the third one to be opened. He looked up at Mozkov, who looked slightly older on the high platform, but his eyes were shining. It was the man who had just been there.
Did the death fight make this pervert excited again?
So has he been chosen by Mozkov's men now? Arthur noticed a graceful figure standing in the middle of the sand where the visible distance became lower. Under the illumination of the torches of the soldiers beside him, Arthur confirmed that it was a figure.
A tall-booted woman wearing a tight leather jacket with a good figure and a long whip in her hand.
What, is this his opponent? Arthur raised his hand high and asked the soldier to unlock the chain connecting his handcuffs. He moved his bloody wrists wantonly, and Arthur subconsciously glanced at Nighthawk in the cage behind him.
and Jace, but found that their expressions were surprisingly serious.
I just rested for a while, what happened? Arthur shook his head again and looked at the woman who had been waiting impatiently. Her figure that was about to appear did not appear to be any threat at all, but it was just shocking.
The only thing that stood out was the head she was stepping on, and the place where the neck was severed was too smooth to be done with cold weapons such as swords and spears.
The woman was also observing Arthur: "How old are you?" This was the woman's first question, and she kicked the head he was stepping on away. Arthur had an impression of that man. During the last supper, he satirized himself and Carter.
Nong was the most serious. This made Arthur even more cautious. That person's strength was definitely not weak. What could this woman do?
"Nineteen, almost twenty."
"No wonder, I was right to choose you. I like the feeling of cutting a boy's head open with a whip the most." The woman swung the whip and made an explosive sound. With a flick of her wrist, the whip, which was nearly two meters long, was thrown at Arthur.
Arthur's characteristics came into play again. He reacted very quickly and lay down on the spot to avoid the whip. Then he jumped up using the strength of his waist and abdomen, closing the distance with the woman at extremely fast speeds.
The most fearful thing about long whip weapons is that the opponent closes the distance between themselves. Arthur also ran close to the ground immediately, bound to get close before the opponent could withdraw his whip. The woman turned around calmly, and flew straight out with a long whip.
The whip stopped suddenly in the air, and then when the woman curled the tail tightly with her elbow, the middle part of the whip drew an arc in mid-air, forcing Arthur back.
Arthur spun and jumped on the spot. After spinning once in mid-air, he barely stopped his forward inertia. If he didn't stop in time, he would hit the woman's whip. Before he knew the material of the whip, Arthur didn't want to
Feel free to touch this dark whip.
"React quickly, little brother, try to see if you can avoid it at this speed." At this time, Arthur could completely see the woman's face. Under the firelight, the woman's almost coquettish brown curly hair and sharp eyebrows
Arthur was momentarily distracted. A second's pause was an opportunity for the woman. The long whip that had been retracted quickly flew out again under the control of the woman's slightly bulging forearm muscles. With a snap, a bright red whip mark appeared.
On the left side of Arthur's face.
Arthur winked and eased the pain. He never thought that his body's ability to withstand pain would plummet after losing his elemental power. Before, he didn't even feel much when the iron bullets flying from a distance hit his body. Now, just a whip can make his body hurt.
His jaw was almost knocked off... Arthur twisted his jaw hard and reached out to stop the woman who was trying to crack the whip again.
"I just want to ask, is your whip made of black titanium?"
"Wutai? Why are you asking this? Are you a wizard?" The woman was still a little confused. After answering, she whipped her whip again and attacked Arthur from the left.
"Since it's not the case, you can touch it..." Arthur stared at the whip flying towards him. His extremely fast brain reaction allowed him to clearly see the trajectory of the whip. He quickly adjusted his posture and was struck by the whip.
When he was hit, he yelled and clamped the whip with his arm. No matter how much the woman wanted to pull back the whip, she could not get any closer. Arthur had already pressed his entire body weight on the whip. There was only one snap in the arena.
A crisp sound.
"It hurts...I-I grabbed your whip, now...you have no weapon!"
"Oh? Why do you think I swing a two-meter long whip?" The woman smiled ferociously, her arm muscles bulging, she wrapped the end of the whip around her wrist a few times, then strode backwards, using herself
Using her shoulders as a fulcrum, she threw Arthur on the whip into the air. Then the woman quickly swung the whip without hesitation, and the whip actually wrapped around Arthur's neck when he landed on the ground.
Arthur grabbed the whip tightly with both hands. He already felt suffocated. The power of women was more powerful than he imagined. If he didn't think of a way, his head would be separated!