It is rumored that during the First World War, 6 million adult British men went to war, with a mortality rate of 12.5%. At that time, the casualty rate of the children of the nobles who participated in the war at Eton College, a famous aristocratic school in Britain, was as high as 45%.

Although the bases of the two groups are not comparable, it is an indisputable fact that the death rate of the British aristocracy was much higher than that of the average soldier. Most of them served as officers, always charging ahead and retreating behind. For them, responsibility and honor are more important than life.

After Lolige killed Arthur, he seemed to be touched by something in this swordsman's body, so he mentioned the above to Chen Mo.

What Chen Mo wanted was not honor, no one could give him such a thing.

He has always been accustomed to moving forward with his head bored, never backing down, no matter what obstacles lie ahead. The road is out by itself, even if there is a springboard and external forces on the way, but step by step still has to rely on two legs.

Many dangers are not considered obstacles, but can only be regarded as hurdles that must be overcome. The current showdown with outnumbered is the same.

This is the first time Chen Mo has faced a professional boxer in Goroseem, compared to the domestic private boxing to eat, these 18 guys are the real killing machines. Their strength level was not too high, the strongest one was just level ten - on the same level as Chen Mo, he had just used some of his upgrade points in pain two days ago, helping him complete the leap from level nine to level ten.

Compared to the eleventh level practitioners of the Robe Gang, these black boxers are much more dangerous. They haven't practiced any kung fu, they just rely purely on polishing**, fighting in pools of blood and corpses, and they have gradually improved to the point where they are today.

It is strong without impurities.

From the beginning of the hedging, Chen Mo had already felt the huge pressure coming to his face. These 18 people have no cooperation at all, and they are a temporary mess in every aspect, but they give him a more direct sense of threat than the R-country swordsman who is attacking and defending simultaneously.

The 18 black boxers are fighting on their own, and it seems that there are not many people who are used to making guys. Chen Mo felt that if the other party had to be all bare-handed, it would make it more difficult for him to deal with it. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, the sword and axe are more powerful than the fists and feet, but he knows what the most trustworthy weapon in the world is.

The sand and dust flew, and more than a dozen figures engulfed him in an instant.

The cold light flashed, Chen Mo snatched the giant axe that was cut in head, and cut the axe wielder in two with his backhand. The giant axe was a meter and a half long, and even the handle was cast in iron, but in his hand it was as light as nothing.

The smell of blood suddenly became thicker, and the remaining 17 people were all red-eyed, and their breathing was so heavy that they looked like wild bulls. They had already lived a life of ignorance, and the sky-high price offered by Pandora and the promise of human body modification were far more tempting than the Gorosem prize, and all reason had long since been annihilated. The only thing left in everyone's consciousness is to kill, as long as the oriental young man in front of him is chopped into meat sauce, he will never have to live his current life for the rest of his life.

It's not about hatred, but it's a doomed killing.

The giant axe thrown by Chen Mo flipped horizontally in the air, slashing the two of them in half. But at the same time, a long knife had been pierced from the side. Chen Mo grabbed the blade of the knife and smashed the man's chest into the bottom of the concave pot with his fist, and the sound of bones breaking exploded. He slashed at the tip of his long knife, and the head of the other man flew into the sky, and in this short moment, he had seven or eight more wounds on his body.

In the first shot, 5 people on the enemy had been killed, and Chen Mo's entire upper body was soaked with blood.

The remaining 13 Black Fighters all had a brief pause in their movements, but then they joined together and launched a desperate attack. The fighting experience of these people is all old and spicy to the extreme, and they saw that Chen Mo was not an expert in cold weapons, so they relied on the fact that the guy in his hand was long and strong enough, and the circle was slightly wider.

Chen Mo rushed several times, but was forced back by a heavy weapon such as a trident at the first time, and his shoulder was pierced by a bayonet, picking out a puff of flesh and blood flying crimson flowers. In the melee, a double-edged sword behind him quietly struck, piercing the wound that had been cared for by the R country and the robe gang successively.

Injury after injury, Chen Mo only felt that there was a reddish soldering iron, which was inserted from the back of the waist into his stomach, his pupils contracted instantly, and the roar that burst out almost shook the entire Super Bowl.

The bronze corpse stood up stiffly from the boxer's viewing area, as if moved by remote sensing, and its cloudy eyes fixed on the field. The strange iron mask and his terrifying behavior of eating people alive had already impressed the audience with him, and at this moment, this stand immediately attracted hundreds of eyes around him.

Luo Li gritted his teeth and pulled the palm of the exposed bronze corpse bone, the touch was cold, cold like this hideous world. From the moment Chen Mo took the initiative to attack, the girl already knew what he wanted. If the bronze corpse was unconsciously led into the field by Chen Mo at this time, it would undoubtedly ruin things.

Although Chen Mo's stubbornness was full of stupidity, she knew that it was the only pride he could hold onto.

Zhuo Yitian's face was whiter than death, and she was even trembling, almost suffocating from the torture of unprecedented fear. She didn't dare to think about whether she would be able to survive if Chen Mo really fell in front of her eyes. It had always been his never-give-up ferocity that had in turn inspired her to move forward, and now, as the dwarf had said, there was no end to the enemies, and he had to rely on his fists.

When Chen Mo's figure stood up in the battle group, there was a low cry from the stands. Like some unknown creature, he jumped on the shoulders of a strong white man, holding the other's head with both hands, until there was a "click" sound from his neck bone, and then he rose up like a ghost and leaped in the other direction.

As soon as they landed, the first enemy to rush down was also the first to fall. Chen Mo didn't even dodge the long knife he stabbed, and smashed the tip of the knife with a punch, and the entire blade was suddenly broken inch by inch. The two people who rushed behind him were taken a few steps backwards by him, and their elbows hit their chests, and they died of blood on the spot.

The rest of the fighters frantically rushed in, and the instincts honed from countless life-and-death fights made them realize that as long as this stronger, faster, and more ferocious opponent still had a breath left, they would never have any way to live.

Instead, Chen Mo suddenly accelerated at this time and rushed towards the remaining opponents. He no longer dodged all the weapons and even punches and kicks that came to him, and his waist, which had been hit hard, was no longer bleeding, but spraying. While blocking the attack with both hands, he also sent back a tenfold or even a hundredfold counterattack. Heavy punches, overheads, knees, kicks, one figure after another in front of them pounced, one after another fell. After pulling out the throat of another person, he spat out a piece of meat in his mouth, and found that he was the only one left in the field.

No cheers, no sounds.

Chen Mo picked up a trident from the ground, leaned back, and threw it with a roar, nailing a neat Pandora commissioner in the stands to his seat.

Then everyone heard his hoarse roar: "Next, who else?!" ”

(To be continued)