Catherine first whispered out the attack plan, then raised her head, and a pleasant and firm voice rang out from the woods: "There are no swordsmen in their ranks!

Hearing that there were no swordsmen and magicians among the pursuers, the mercenaries seemed to be reassured, and their morale was greatly boosted, and they immediately attacked.

"Susan, you protect Lear!" Catherine glared fiercely at the eager Lear, drank the berserk potion that Lord Pine had given her, and rushed forward.

Fortunately, the pursuers came in a hurry, and they were not taken into account, so there were no bows and crossbows.

One of the leaders of the pursuers cursed in a low voice, glanced anxiously at the rear, as if waiting for something, and then had to step forward to fight.

With Catherine's longsword slicing the throat of a high-ranking warrior at breakneck speed, the two sides are officially engaged!

Although the pursuers have a lot of physical exertion, they are twice as many as the Firelight Mercenary Group, so they should be at an advantage, but there are five bows in the Firelight Mercenary Group. Archers are not trained for a long time to threaten the enemy's advanced warriors, but they are the nemesis of junior and intermediate warriors.

Those five archers couldn't quickly tell the strength of their enemies, but they had a stupid way to shoot young enemies.

According to Catherine's orders, if those mercenaries encounter someone stronger than herself, they will immediately defend it, and she will specifically kill those high-level warriors - experienced swordsmen can quickly judge the strength of the enemy through their movements.

The people of the Flame Mercenary Group were surprised to find that Catherine, who had taken the berserk potion, was extremely powerful, and no one could resist her three moves. And in order to kill the enemy as soon as possible, she rarely defended, resulting in many wounds on her body, but they were all minor injuries.

In just one minute, Catherine had killed seven high-ranking warriors and three mid-level warriors, all three of the opposing party's leaders had died by her sword.

There were only thirteen high-level fighters in total, and Catherine alone wiped out half of their high-level combat power, which immediately caused panic among the enemy. At first, there were no enemies who looked like regular troops, but those bandits began to respond passively, blocking what they could, and never taking the initiative to attack.

Panic continued to spread, and no one dared to challenge Catherine. As long as she appeared in front of her, the nearby enemies subconsciously retreated and defended stubbornly, never daring to attack a sword.

What affected the morale of those pursuers the most was that the senior fighters, who were supposed to be the vanguard of the team, deliberately avoided the terrifying and beautiful woman.

Even high-ranking fighters are afraid, how can others not be afraid!

The battle of cold weapons is the bloodiest and most brutal, not everyone dares to face the bloody weapons in front of them, especially the owner of the weapon can easily kill himself.

When the cold light of the sword, the red of blood, the heat and the smell of fish fill the battlefield, only the strongest will can exert their combat effectiveness.

Catherine's presence not only made the enemy's morale collapse, but also made the morale of the Flamelight Mercenary Group like a rainbow, and more and more enemies died when morale, physical strength and even high-end combat power had an absolute advantage. Moreover, both sides wore very poorly protected leather armor, and the bandits even wore only cloth clothes, which exacerbated the death toll.

In addition to money, the biggest motivation that can support the battles of junior and intermediate fighters in this skirmish comes from bosses and senior fighters.

When more than half of the leaders and senior warriors in the pursuers suffered casualties and the overall death toll exceeded thirty, two bandits turned and fled—bandits were the best at escaping in the Star Continent.

A clever mercenary shouted, "Some of them have escaped!"

Several of the pursuers immediately looked back, lost the courage to fight, and fled, thus triggering a chain reaction.

The pursuers have completely broken and fled! The situation has been completely reversed!

"Kill them all!" the Flamelight mercenary group, which had been hunted down, began to hunt down.

In the battle just now, Lear was blocked by Susan after only a few moves against a few junior fighters, so it can be said that he did not participate in the battle at all. Now he finally couldn't take it anymore and ran forward with all his might, charging towards the bandit who was closest to him and had injured his leg.

"Don't move, this man is mine!" Lear had to shout out for fear of being snatched away.

Catherine didn't care, she knew Lear's intentions - to hone her swordsmanship with a wounded mid-level warrior bandit. Seeing that Catherine did not stop it, Susan did not stop it, but brandished the great sword and made a whirring wind, and the mercenaries around him gave up the bandit with great interest.

The injured bandit heard the footsteps behind him and had to turn around and look fiercely at the handsome teenager and the stout middle-aged woman. The bandit was in his early twenties, with three scars on his face. He was wounded in both arms, his left leg was broken, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

Seeing the bandit's fierce gaze, Lear was cold, and subconsciously slowed down. He felt an oppressive force in the other person's eyes, a power that was intangible and substantial, but had a real effect.

"This should be murderous aura or murderous intent, the real fight for life is really different. Lear thought to himself.

Although he had experienced life and death once, it was only an unconscious encounter, and after learning the sword, neither fighting Catherine, Lear, the sword golem, Russo the red-haired, or Scarlos had ever felt this killing intent.

Trapped beasts are still fighting, and desperate creatures can exert extraordinary strength in order to survive.

If he was still that ordinary student, no matter how stupid he was, he would not fight this kind of outlaw. But now it's different, in order to survive, he must become stronger, he must experience a real life-and-death struggle, otherwise he will never be able to become a powerful swordsman.

Lear took a deep breath, cautiously grasped his sword, and said as he went, "Kill me, and you'll be able to leave alive!"

"Really?" the bandit's eyes lit up with surprise.

"Do you have any other options?" said Lear, attacking, stabbing the bandit in the head.

The bandit sneered and deflected to the left, not blocking at all, stabbing Lear in the heart. His arm is longer than Lear's, and if neither of them stops, his sword will surely pierce Lear's heart when Lear stabs him in the right shoulder.

On the line between life and death, Lear's pupils dilated, and he gave up his stab and slashed upwards at the sword that blocked the bandits.

The outlaw bandits, who had experienced a hundred battles, were actually slashing downward, and the two long swords parried together.

Lear was about to step away when the outlaw robber gave a very soft sneer.

Susan on the side secretly said that it was not good, and slashed at the head of the bandit with a sword. The bandits immediately stopped attacking when they heard the sound of the sword breaking through the air, Lear retreated safely, and Susan put away her sword at the end and did not really attack the bandits.

Susan stared at the bandit and said to Lear, "This guy is a veteran, I'm afraid I'm about to be promoted to a high-ranking warrior." He deliberately parries your sword to create a sticky sword effect, and then he predicts your next move by listening to the sword. If I don't make a move, you will die in two moves. ”

Lear couldn't help but look more vigilantly at the injured bandit in front of him. Although he only learned basic swordsmanship, he still knew a lot about some advanced swordsmanship and special terms.

The so-called sticky sword is that two swords are connected to each other, and the so-called listening sword is an advanced skill that is completely trained by experience - when forming a sticky sword, through the sound of the impact of the two swords and the feeling transmitted to the hand, you can judge the opponent's next move.

In a life-and-death fight, even the blink of an eye can determine the outcome of the victory, not to mention judging the opponent's sword moves in advance.

"Try not to form a sticky sword, right?" Lear slowly walked around the bandits, trying to find a flaw.

"Yes!" said Susan.

The bandit said angrily: "Are you mercenaries or not? Why don't you have a little mercenary spirit? Dog mongrel, am I a sharpening sword?"

Lear was not irritated by him, but said lightly, "Isn't it funny for you to say such a thing as a bandit?, come on, if you can kill me before you die, maybe we can catch up on the road to hell." ”

"You'll regret it! You'll be the seventh to die at my hands!" the bandit said, and took the initiative to attack.

A junior warrior who has been practicing swords for less than a week will fight to the death against a wounded bandit who could have been promoted to a senior warrior within a year.