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The sound of the katana tearing through the air was still sharp and powerful. However, even the heavy sound of the flail was gradually audible, and occasionally there were the sounds of metal colliding.

At the moment, the katana's attack accounted for seventy percent, and the flail's for thirty percent.

Xiangguan Lingnai's voice trembled a little, "The president is old. Such a fierce attack, in the end, will not last."

"In terms of martial arts president, he has the advantage. However, in terms of internal energy and physical strength, Kessler has the advantage. However, Kessler's injury in the Kawahara mountain's operation weakened this advantage. The guild leader definitely understood this logic and wanted to end the battle quickly. However, it is clear that his plan did not succeed. "

"Who do you expect to win?"

Rennes suddenly asked.

Dragon One coldly snorted and no longer spoke. Great waves billowed in his heart.

At this time, the sharp sound of wind breaking and the heavy sound of wind breaking were almost even, it could be seen that Boss Beitiao and Kessler were at a stalemate.

"Hua la!"

A sound rang out. It was unknown whether it was the bookshelves or the shattered desk.

"A little longer and Kessler will overwhelm the president."

Xiangguan Lingnai gloomily judged.

However, unexpectedly: katana's sound waves became more and more frequent, more and more sharp, causing one's eardrums to hurt.

The sound of the flail was completely drowned out!

Immediately after, there was another pained groan from Kessler. He was wounded again!

"Kessler's injuries and losses in the Kawahara mountain will affect the outcome of the duel."

Xiangguan Lingnai sighed: "This person's talent and ambition, are indeed a dragon among men. However, that's it. "

"Looks like we have to start escaping."

Thousand Sunsets laughed at himself.

The sounds of metal clashing became more frequent. Following that, Kessler let out another dull snort. Once again, he was injured by the sharp blade light!

Blood had spilled!

The Scandinavian army was facing a desperate situation!

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound that sounded like a blunt instrument striking the body.

Following that, the katana and Fanged Flail stopped talking.

A deathly stillness that was terrifyingly terrifying.

Tang Long gathered up his courage and tried to slowly push open the door. His hand was already on the handle, but he didn't dare to push.

Within the room, the walls and wooden floor were filled with scratches from sharp blades, as well as fragments from the blunt instrument. The desk, swivel chair, bookshelf, and tea table were all smashed to pieces, demonstrating the intensity of the battle.

Kessler's face and body were covered in blood, his chestnut hair was wet with sweat and blood, and his blue eyes were blank, not victorious.

Beitiao Zhenwu was sitting in a corner of the room, her face was as white as paper. She was already dead, a trickle of blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, and her chest was caved in.

The death of this generation's tyrant was actually no different from an ordinary person's death!

"Congratulations. "It's a victory for the experts."

An Nuo walked forward with a warm smile.

Kessler looked at An Nuo and an intense urge rose up in his heart. He fiercely swung the flail, throwing the steel ball onto the woman's face.

However, his heart was filled with a strong sense of fatigue. His wound was burning in pain, and he had lost his will to fight. He let out a long sigh, before throwing away the weapon in his hand.

"Now, you are the new President of the Shan Wang Group."

An Nuo said to Kessler, "Ninja and mercenary, these two powers, are all yours now. Of course, on the surface, Shan Wang Group's property, such as real estate, entertainment industry and so on, will all be settled by me. "

Kessler said nothing, his eyes glazed.

So what if he won?

So what if he died?

He had done his best, and seemingly obtained the highest authority in the Shan Wang Group. However, was he really just a useful puppet?

A killing machine controlled by someone?

"I didn't win."

Kessler seemed to be muttering to himself, "If he's a few years younger, I'll be the one to die."

In the duel, President Beitiao Zhenwu defeated Kessler.

Just as he was about to finish the last strike, his internal energy was already exhausted. He slowed down by half a beat and slowed down his breathing.

In a battle between experts, there was no room for the slightest mistake.

In that split-second, Kessler seized the last of his opportunity and swiftly struck back with a fatal slash.

"You did not win. But he died. "

An Nuo laughed: "There are many ways to win, and your potential is great. You cannot belittle yourself."

Kessler stared at An Nuo and asked: "The one controlling the entire situation is you. You actually didn't raise any conditions for me? "

An Nuo smiled slightly and said, "We only have one condition for you to be promoted: the biological and chemical technology of the Shan Wang Group. The East Ocean was a developed country, and the Shan Wang Group was the leader of the technology. The Malsena had developed very quickly over the years, but they were, after all, a developing country of Southeast Asia, and many things were immature. This gap cannot be closed overnight, so we want to make use of it. "

Kessler snorted and said, "If I don't agree, you'll use the soul stripper on me."

"To deal with you, I might not need this item."

An Nuo stretched lazily and said to Kessler: "You are already at the end of your tether, I am not afraid of you. Even if you are at your peak state, I can beat you. "

"Perhaps. However, I have other requirements …"

Kessler was only halfway through.

He took the chance while An Nuo was focused on listening to him speak to suddenly launch a sneak attack.

Kessler did not use flails or other weapons, but his own hands!

A hand as firm as steel grabbed straight towards An Nuo's throat.

On the thin line between life and death, what Kessler trusted the most was still his body.

However, when Kessler's hand was just half a foot away from An Nuo's neck, An Nuo's body flashed out like a ghost. He stood firmly three meters away, smiling at Kessler with a ridiculing expression.

Kessler tried to follow him again, but the pain and exhaustion flooded him, and his legs felt heavy as lead.

"You believe it?"

An Nuo asked.

"The strong are respected."

Kessler smiled sadly. "You can do it."

"If you can fight me in a healthy state, most likely you will still lose. However, I will definitely not be so powerless to retaliate. "

An Nuo nodded her head and said to Kessler: "To be honest, one of the reasons why I came to the East Ocean was to negotiate with the Shan Wang Group about the right to use your biochemical technological achievements. The second was to acquire this soul stripper. Qian Chuanxun and Beitiao Zhenwu have both died, and we have achieved both of our goals. If that's the case, then why go against the Mountain King's successor? "

"I still can't trust you."

Kessler's voice was low.

"Me too. However, our cooperation is based on mutual benefit, not trust. "

An Nuo laughed: "President Kessler, the reason why I took down the soul stripper was not to deal with you, but to have an even greater use of it. In the future, I hope that you can secure your position as the President of Shan Wang Group. This is also a good thing for us. "

Kessler snorted and did not answer.

"Alright, Mountain King's new king. You can call your men in and announce the results of the duel."

An Nuo laughed happily.