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Dozens of meters away, on the watchtower of another ship, Hans said a sentence hatefully, his eagle-like eyes staring at Senna, who was slightly stunned by the sudden situation, and without hesitation for a moment, he quickly picked up another gun with good gunpowder.

Just now, he aimed at Senna's head, but because the barrel manufacturing process still needs to be improved, the bullet is a little off.

Seeing the dagger landing, Zheng Fei was about to get out of control, but he was hit by Senna's slam blow, hitting the back of the head, and the whole person was suddenly dizzy, and his vision was blurred.

More than ten years of killing career, trained Senna's excellent adaptability, he strangled Zheng Fei with a strong arm, according to the direction of the bullet just now, the corner of his eye swept away, and immediately found Hans lying on the watchtower, quickly turned around to block Zheng Fei in front of him, and with the other hand he quickly pulled out another dagger and put it against Zheng Fei's neck.

"Oh, it looks like your lean and thin subordinate. Senna smiled slightly.

Zheng Fei at this moment, just like the leader of the Heroic Knight Legion who duel with the Spartan warriors before, he had never felt such a strong difference in strength in his life, and Senna strangled him with only one arm, like a solid iron pincer.

"Damn!" Hans was apologetic and slammed the railing.

The quick passing episode didn't have much effect on Senna's mood, he looked at the panicked sailors and roared hysterically: "Hurry!

Sou!

Taking advantage of his lack of concentration while he shouted, Brad decisively threw his throwing knife and went straight to his head.

Senna's eyes finally flashed a trace of fear, and he hurriedly dodged sideways, the flying knife pierced his shoulder, deeply embedded, and the severe pain made the dagger in his hand fall to the ground again, and he had no other spare knives on his body.

Seeing this, Hans, who was dozens of meters away, immediately pulled the trigger.

Dud.

The gunpowder was damp.

And when Brad pulled out another throwing knife, Senna had already picked up the dagger and angrily stabbed Zheng Fei.

He's going to give the sailors some color and force them to kill Brad as quickly as possible.

Moment.

The picture seems to be still, to be precise, frozen.

John Cena, with the dagger in his hand, and the terrified crowd, make for a static picture.

Oh, and there's one more person, one more person who has never been there from the beginning to the end.

Perhaps, many people will think that he is not as strong as a human.

The cloak is scattered, and he doesn't even care about wearing clothes, primitive people.

In the flash of lightning, he grabbed Senna's wrist.

Feeling this power greater than himself, Senna's face was extremely distorted, and at this moment he couldn't help but think of Brad more than ten years ago, because only Brad made him feel this way.

What's the situation...... There was such confusion in his heart.

Reacted quickly, he twisted his wrist to break free of control, and slashed at the primitive man with a dagger, who would have thought that this shirtless and unattractive guy in front of him actually had terrifying agility.

The primitives leaned over to easily dodge Senna's swing, and before Senna could close his momentum, he landed an uppercut right in the chin.

The devastating fist caused Senna's eyeballs to roll up and take a few steps back, and then he fell to the ground like a sandbag under the stunned gaze of everyone.

The fight lasted no more than a second, so much so that most people didn't even see what was going on.

Exclaimed, boiling, the whole deck was filled with such emotions, William Harrison, who was strangling Zheng Fei, immediately raised his hands in surrender in the face of the sailors who pounced like wolves, and he didn't have time to draw his knife in a hurry, only a bundle of unlit explosives in his hand.

Instant kill, is the primitive unique fighting skills, his fist is always just right, will not knock the opponent away, but can give it the greatest lethality, in his long-lost hometown, he is called "bone breaker".

Whether it was a Spartan warrior or anyone, in the course of combat training, their opponents were all humans, and the opponents of primitive people were a series of fierce beasts, including lions and tigers.

Forced alive by nature, he has been left alone to face all sorts of hardships since he got lost in the frozen Bering Strait and arrived in the Americas that winter, and in order to survive, he must fight to stand at the top of the food chain and drift away from the strong.

What's more, he was already strong.

The sea breeze blew across the deck, stirring people's messy hair, and there were pools of blood on the deck, who didn't know who left it.

People stood, Senna lay down.

Senna's pupils were filled with incredible fear, which came from the deepest, most primitive part of his heart.

I...... Failed?

Lying on the deck, he couldn't feel the slightest heat or cold, he couldn't hear or see anything, he probably had to leave this world.

The moment he fell to the ground, an unwilling voice churned in his heart: Why, why did I lose to someone other than Brad? Moreover, I lost so badly?!

I couldn't even see the opponent's movements, and I died in a daze, oh, I, John Cena, am such a pathetic person.

Also, ridiculous.

Looking forward to life before dying is something that almost everyone does, and Senna is no exception, his mind is full of thoughts, but they are clearer than at any time in his life.

And, I can't find that kind of crazy anger anymore, and my heart is calm, but it's quite comfortable.

I've been living in this world for thirty-one years, how did I spend my life?

Hmm, let me think about it~

Before the age of six, I can't remember, but I remember that my family was very poor at that time, and I couldn't afford to eat meat at Christmas, so I couldn't stand the gluttony, so I ran to the landlord's house in the south of the village, smelled the fragrant broth, and sniffed it beautifully, that was satisfied~

When I was six years old, my father died of a critical illness, and my mother remarried to a distant town in order to survive, and left me ruthlessly, I forgot whether I hated her at the time, anyway, I didn't understand anything, a few kind people gave me some dry food, and I began to wander.

I carried a burden on my back, wearing only a thin coat even in the harsh winter, I never begged anyone for anything, someone always stuffed me with something to eat, but I never had enough.

But now that I think about it, those days were also quite interesting, I walked through countless villages, countless small towns, and met countless people. (To be continued.) )