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It is inevitable that it is a desperate choice.

After all, it is the people themselves who influence the outcome.

Xia Lan is a very timid man, he is afraid of death, and in the countless battles he has experienced when he has grown up, his enemies rarely have more people than his strength, which is a bit ridiculous to say, because it seems that he will only bully the weak.

However, everyone has their own way of survival.

It is normal for people to be afraid of death, but fear of death does not mean that they have lost their courage and wisdom.

From the moment he was promoted to the upper swordsman, he clearly felt the changes in the tasks of the system through the mandatory tasks promulgated by the guò system.

What's changing?

The task of the system is becoming more and more brutal.

Missions in the past can be life-threatening, but they can be accomplished through careful planning.

But now, his enemies are getting stronger and stronger, and the unexpected tasks are constantly disrupting his plans, and the things that backfire will become more and more numerous.

The slightest carelessness is the endless abyss.

He would promise Ninello to assassinate a pinnacle swordsman, and he had his reasons.

If he chooses to run away from a strong enemy, his future will stop there.

With his feet parallel to his front and back, he lowered his knees, bent his waist, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, his sword ready for the next moment.

Geigart looked relaxed, his steps were slow and steady. The two short blades in his hand rotate dexterously between his wrists, and he likes to relax himself during the battle, because only by relaxing can he give full play to his strength.

He will not underestimate the enemy, although his enemies are weaker than him, but the identity of the opponent's superior swordsman is enough to attract his attention.

No high-ranking swordsman would be mediocre.

"Although the boss didn't tell me anything else about it, I still want to know, who are you?"

Geigt's words were a little casual, but the momentum of the body was undoubtedly strong.

"I'd like to know, who are you?"

Xia Lan's eyes were fixed on the other party, always wary of his sudden outburst.

Fighting is a very delicate thing, maybe a single action, maybe a look is enough to make the difference between victory and defeat.

Some people are used to saying something before a fight because they like to wear down the other person's vigilance a little bit.

"You're not from the royal capital."

Gegot has a good mind, and he can vaguely guess from the other party's words that the other party does not belong to any of the forces in the royal capital.

The forces of all parties in the royal capital have been entangled for many years, and they have long known each other, and they can make such a big move, then it is impossible for those people not to know about it.

It's one thing to be informed, but it's another thing to develop the outcome.

He suddenly wondered who had quietly stepped into this muddy water.

The other party's outfit on the surface looked like an ordinary academy student, but when did Wang Li Zhongyāng Academy produce such a young high-ranking swordsman? If the obvious disguise is not visible, he is blind.

"I'm just an outsider who was accidentally involved by you."

Xia Lan's words were very serious and honest, because it was true, and if it weren't for them, maybe he would have returned to the hotel by this time.

But since I've been disturbed, I always feel sorry if I don't do something.

"I don't believe that an outsider would stealthily rob the leader of the academy." Geigert laughed.

If it doesn't matter, leave early, why bother and ask for trouble.

With the skills of a high-ranking swordsman, it may not be difficult to leave Wang Lizhongyāng Academy.

"The opportunity to regret is lost, so I'm standing here."

His footsteps, his people.

The closer he got to him, the more dangerous he became.

Geiggett stopped, for he had reached a safe distance, and he and he both knew that beyond that distance was the beginning of a complete fight.

The two short blades in his hand had already stopped rotating, holding one hand backwards and the other horizontal.

His attack stance looks more like an assassin than a swordsman.

But as long as they can kill, assassin swordsmen make no difference.

"You're very smart, instead of spending a lot of energy to be chased, you might as well save your strength and give it a go, but the result is the same."

Arrogant people have their own arrogant capital, and their brains carefully form clues about each other's actions to connect and guess, and it is easy to get an answer close to the truth.

Geigett didn't know if his words were correct, and he didn't need the other party's approval, because his focus was on the last sentence.

Whatever the outcome, he will die.

"Maybe I did, but what I want more now is to fight."

Xia Lan's eyes narrowed, his hands holding the sword tightened and loosened, he was adjusting to his best condition.

"Very interesting idea."

Gegot stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip.

There is no shortage of warriors in this world, but there are not many warriors who can survive.

Stupid bravery, presumptuous bravery.

With a toe step, he drove Gegett's body to quickly rush towards Xia Lan, and without any superfluous fancy moves, the short blade in his hand met him head-on.

Gegot was fast, as if it only took a short breath to come to him.

The sword in Xia Lan's hand didn't move, because he was looking for a flaw in him.

Flaws are a very abstract word in battle, different from weaknesses, weaknesses can be seen through, but flaws are real and false.

Sometimes it's hard to tell what the flaw is and where it is; Sometimes there are flaws, and it's hard to put them into words, but the sword in your hand doesn't hesitate.

The two short blades in front of Gegot seemed to be defensive, as if any attack would be blocked, and the wrong shot would only be seized by the opponent to counterattack violently.

But the swordsman's intuition can clearly feel the opponent's attack, two short blades, you will not know how he will strike in the next moment, how to face it.

The more prelude to the storm, the calmer it is to solve the dilemma.

Within the effective attack range between the two, the person is unknown, the sword is reached, and the short blade that Gegot is holding back has already slashed a silver light towards the opponent's neck as soon as it approached the opponent.

The sword in Xia Lan's hand did not prevent the blow from coming, because his sword made a simple straight stab action from the clenched long sword before he could slash it.

An inch long and an inch strong.

Sensing the trajectory of his opponent's attack, Charan aimed his sword at Geigt's body, believing that his sword would pierce his opponent's heart before the short blade could slash.

Surprisingly, the other man didn't dodge, as his other short blade blocked his blade in the lightning.

Suddenly, there was a tingling of the brain, which made Xia Lan's body bend quickly, and in front of him, a white light flashed.

There was no superfluous thinking, the wind was under his feet, and he took a few steps back quickly.

A mistake in judgment is deadly poison.

He needs to retreat, because the danger behind the short blade is far sharper than that of the long sword, not to mention that the opponent's strength is far higher, if it is entangled, the danger is self-evident.

Grasping the advantage of weapons is also a way to fight.

Gegget's next attack was faster and more timely than he Xia Lan had imagined.

Before the body could adjust to the optimal balance, the opponent's short blade stabbed head-on, and the hasty block was exchanged for a rapid impact like a surging tide.

The face with a crazy smile is a crazy action.

Helplessly, Xia Lan could only defend step by step and retreat step by step.

He didn't last long.

The opponent's speed reaction exceeded his limit, and it was his best effort to be able to sustain it for a while.

Could it be that this is the strength of an ordinary high-ranking swordsman powerhouse? If it's a pinnacle swordsman...... Xia Lan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The corrosion of the air flow in the body began to get out of control, and the pain slowly spread.

The sparks were flying in all directions, the metal was violently rubbing against each other, and the two afterimages were constantly changing positions in the quiet night sky.

The pain that could no longer be suppressed made the sword in Xia Lan's hand slow, and the slightest block missed a short blade.

The next moment, my stomach was cold.