Los said angrily, "Young Master Lear, are you really going to kill us all?"

Lear laughed and said, "You misunderstood. I just feel that I have made a breakthrough in the battle with the bandits, and I want to find someone to compare. They didn't challenge me, so why should I kill them? I promise you, if you win me, you can leave immediately. ”

Los shuddered at the thought of the bandit he had killed by Lear and the smile on his face - he definitely wanted to kill himself.

However, Loes is very afraid of death, and people who are afraid of death have a big flaw, that is, they always have the luxury of hoping for a glimmer of life at the last moment.

"In that case, then I promise to fight with you. But as soon as he said this, Los regretted it a little. He had seen Lear's previous battle with the bandit from beginning to end, and even in his best condition, he might not have been able to kill the injured thief, not to mention that he was wounded himself.

The previous battle was so tragic that even Catherine was covered in wounds, not to mention that he was an ordinary mid-level fighter. He had a deep bony wound on his left arm and two wounds on his right leg, both of which affected the fight.

"Hmph, Catherine is already the Knight of His Family's Inheritance, if I hurt him, I will definitely die, if I lose to him, he will probably find an excuse to kill me, therefore, I can't win or lose, the best thing to do is to drain his physical strength and force him to make peace! I saw with my own eyes that his left arm was almost cut off, and he was hurt more seriously than me, I don't believe he could kill me!!" Los cheered himself up in his heart.

Lear saw Loth strike with a gun and sighed, "Loth, you're doomed, I see cowardice and retreat in your eyes!"

"The tongue sword doesn't work against me!" Los didn't hesitate to swing his sword to meet him, sword to sword, draining Lear's strength, just like the red-haired Russo's tactics that day.

After Lear attacked seven or eight moves, he found that Loes had put on a tactic of desperate defense and physical strength, and he was not angry but happy.

"Failed swordsman, you forgot that only shields are for defense, and the purpose of swords is to attack!" Lear made a false move, avoiding Loth's block, breaking through his defenses at a clever angle, and the tip of his sword accurately hit Loth's left shoulder.

Los was startled, dodging to the right as he swung his sword to pick Lear's sword away.

"Defeated mercenary! Only by defeating the enemy can the road be smoothed!"

Lear said as the sword suddenly pressed down, and Loth's sword was unexpectedly flicked away, and he took advantage of the downward pressure to launch a drag attack.

With a snort, Lear's sword sliced through Loth's left breastplate, leaving a half-foot-long wound in his chest.

"Ah......h

"Choose to retreat, choose to fail, choose to fail, choose to die!" Lear roared, taking a big step forward, and then swung his sword with all his strength to slash at Loth's head.

Los raised his sword to block in embarrassment, but because he was too anxious to make a mistake, he was slashed by Lear's sword and slashed the weak sword body, and his hand was so shocked that he almost abandoned the sword.

"Damn nobleman, I'm going to fight with you!" Los finally felt the threat of death, and had to fight for his life, taking the initiative to attack, and as soon as he came up, he used the most ferocious top slash to start slashing.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, and it is a dead end!"

Lear stepped forward to successfully block with the standard horn starter, then unleashed an excision, the tip of the longsword drawing a perfect circle on the plane, returning to its original position, striking with a spurt, and unfurling a thrust.

Lois immediately slashed low in an attempt to force Lear to retract his thrust by striking him in the waist. But Lear is completely in a state of death battle, and he can calculate that Los can slash himself at most with one sword, but his own sword can definitely kill Los.

"If you don't pay, how can you talk about gains!" Lear didn't accept at all, and the tip of his sword changed direction, still chasing Loth's head.

"Crazy!" Los rolled on the spot to dodge the sword, but Lear had already realized this step from Los after being tempered by the sword world, so his longsword reached forward with all his strength and slashed down.

"Ah......h

"Please......" Los frantically raised his sword in disbelief

Unmoved, Lear strode forward and slashed down again.

With a "click", the long sword in Loth's hand was actually split, and Lear's fine long sword hit Loos's abdomen without hindrance, and with a slash of the blade, a thick stream of blood spurted out.

Los screamed as he used his hand to plug the wound in his abdomen, but the wound ran across his abdomen, and the bloody intestines flowed out of the ground, and he couldn't stop it.

"Help me, help me......" Los almost broke down, crying as he kept stuffing his intestines into his stomach, but the wound was too big, and he stuffed as much as he could.

The others were used to seeing this kind of scene and didn't think it was nothing, and Lear was so disgusted that he quickly turned around. He noticed that Catherine was looking at him with a little caution in her eyes.

"It's time to stop, and Catherine won't forgive me if I do it again. ”

He hurriedly put on a disgusting look and left there, trying to hide it, but who knew that the body couldn't help him. The bloody intestines had an overly visual stimulus, especially the constant stirring of Loth's hands, coupled with the smell of blood that had a vomiting effect and the decapitated corpses all over the ground, and he killed two people in a row in one day, and his body finally reacted - he retched.

He hadn't even killed a chicken before, but within a few days of coming to the other world, he had encountered battles one after another, and now this is the case, which can already show that he is much stronger than ordinary people.

The wariness in Catherine's eyes disappeared immediately, and she hurried over, patting Lear on the back and asking with concern, "How's it going?"

Lear vomited so nauseously that tears came out of his eyes, and he waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

Catherine took out the water bag from her waist and handed it to Lear. Lear rinsed his mouth, took a few more sips of water, and gradually calmed down.

Los had passed out from bleeding profusely, and would die soon after. The remaining five traitors stood in place sadly, neither running nor fighting, with the junior swordsman Catherine present, they had no chance of winning.

"Very good, very good battle...... "Cheers suddenly came from the woods.

The crowd was shocked and followed the prestige.

I saw a young man covered in blood walking out from behind a big tree, holding a long sword in his right hand and a blood-stained cloth bag in his left hand, which showed a snow-white tail.

The young man threw down the cloth bag, crossed his left arm across his chest, bowed slightly, and introduced himself: "Good morning, everyone, my name is Prett-Hopkins, a member of the great 'cannibal' family. ”

Hearing "Hopkins", everyone didn't react, but when they heard about the "Cannibal" family, even Lear suddenly changed color.

"What?" said Catherine, barely holding the sword in her hand.