Chapter 161: 160 You can’t cut it?

Chapter 161: 160 You can’t cut it?

Chapter 161 160. Cant you cut it or move it?

In group competitions in tournaments, it is not uncommon for one person to be beaten one more person.

It would not be an exaggeration to even say that it happens in every game.

However, an extra hit in a game is very different from a joint assassination in troubled waters.

In a game, even if several people see the threat of a strong player at the same time and reach a consensus to get rid of him first, will those players who have not reached a consensus not come to cause trouble?

Within the venue, the distance between the battle circles is sometimes just one step.

In the end, it will still turn into a one-man battle where one cannot besiege the stronger one with absolute numerical superiority.

Simply put, the situation of hitting one more exists and is allowed.

Because this situation will not evolve to the level of cheating or match-fixing, which is outrageous.

But now Robert knew clearly that what he was facing was not a means within the rules.

A total of eight warriors and guys dressed as mercenaries with dust on their faces, vaguely surrounded Robert's position in the middle.

There were five of them approaching Robert, and three of them were dedicated to driving away the contestants who were approaching this way.

The body shape is coordinated, and the guy on the hand is of the same standard.

With these two characteristics alone, Robert knew that he was facing a siege involving professionals rather than a chaotic war.

The palms of the palms began to sweat, and the fingernails rubbed against the hammer handle as they opened and closed, making a "squeaking" sound.

Robert knew very well that with the level of chaos in the arena, even the spectators on the high platform could not detect the difference in the current situation.

And shout loudly?

The roars and screams of hundreds of people were enough to drown any meaningful words into a few meaningless shouts.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Robert lowered his center of gravity while feeling the throbbing in his heart.

Is it dangerous now?

It was very dangerous. Eight clearly organized and skilled professionals wanted to surround him in this chaotic arena.

But at this moment, Robert also felt extremely happy.

Yes, what he wanted was never a joking competition. It was a battlefield that could really kill people!

"come on."

In the helmet, Robert's eyes were focused. self-mumbling.

"Five plus three, an armor-piercing dagger and a one-handed weapon. If Ed looks at me attentively enough on the high platform, he will basically find that something is wrong in the situation within a minute. To organize the guards to rush in, he needs to get past the hundreds of people who have already killed him. A contestant. I have to last at least five minutes! No, thats not right.

The laughter that was suppressed in his fat throat became louder and louder, becoming more and more excited.

I still have five minutes to kill all you clowns! Haha! Hahaha!

"Come!"

But before that.

The eyes under the antlered helmets were looking around intelligently, and the remaining assassins had narrowed the encirclement smaller and smaller.

Robert now regained some of the feeling of fighting bravely on the battlefield, but after all, his body had been idle for more than ten years, and he had gained dozens of kilograms of fat.

Now the enemy only needs to induce him to swing the hammer, and at worst one person will die.

Wait until the force on his hammer is exhausted and swing it to the limit of the angle. This group of people can rush directly into the inner ring of the hammer handle, squeeze him in the middle, and stab him with their armor-piercing daggers.

The situation is not optimistic.

Robert licked his lips.

At this moment, he discovered that the young swordsman who had helped Ed was slowly approaching the back of the encirclement he was facing.

The silver-haired boy didn't even look nervous about participating in a team competition.

Even until now, he has not even pulled out the two swords on his back!

Just now, the assassins had generally driven away the surrounding battle circle, and they thought that no one would come to cause trouble in a short period of time.

So the remaining seven men all surrounded Robert.

Lan En was walking behind them. He raised his right hand and touched the hilt of the steel sword behind him.

With a soft "click" sound, the leaf spring of the scabbard was opened, and the sword blade was slowly pulled out from inside like running water.

Robert raised his head, wanting to explain to Lann that these people did not just have a layer of inferior chainmail exposed on the surface of their clothes, and you would definitely not be able to chop them down if you cut them hard.

But before he could say anything, the assassins seemed to sense his strange movement, and the remaining seven people rushed forward together!

At the same time, Lan En, who was behind them, had already twisted his waist and exerted force, twisting his upper body to the extreme and laying the sword flat.

The soles of the feet are tense and spiraling, and the whole body is like a straightened spring.

Then a quick and crisp silver light flashed by!

Shua!

The three assassins who were standing closer together had their upper bodies separated by a straight line of silver light.

Three people were divided into six parts.

Even the remaining wind pressure from the sword blade brought up the blood that burst out from the human body and sprinkled it directly on the other assassins.

The hot fresh blood and sword wind caused several people to stop immediately and freeze there.

Lane stood up straight behind the corpse, shook off the remnants of his sword, and looked up at Robert.

You seemed to want to say something just now?

Robert was stunned for a moment under his helmet, and then swallowed hard.

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