Sure enough, when the flying squirrel asked the others to change their weapons just now, he glanced at Mawson vaguely.

How sharp Mawson's facial features are, he suddenly felt a wave of ill-intentioned emotions.

So, after he left last night, what did Xiuzuo say to the flying squirrel?

What an unreliable guy who fell in love with him for so long in vain.

At this point,

Not only Mawson, but more than 10 other people were even more surprised.

Yes, Mawson is very strong.

They thought they couldn't compare, but these 10 or so people dealt with Mawson at the same time, and they felt that they could completely save it.

Looking at the more than a dozen people opposite, including Lao Wadu, with eager expressions, Mo Sen had a black line on his face.

Why, I still want to take this opportunity to show my presence.

Are you too floating, or do you think I can't hold a knife?

So Mawson raised his hand and reported: "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, I don't think it's fair." ”

The flying squirrel turned his gaze to Mawson, thinking to himself, didn't Xiuzo say that this kid loves this kind of showy thing the most?

However, the decision could not be changed, and it was only a stroke of inspiration that I came up with this wonderful note. Besides, Mawson should not be injured if he has fruit abilities.

The flying squirrel was about to speak, when he heard Mawson speak again, and he almost couldn't hold back a mouthful of old blood from spurting out.

"It's so unfair to a dozen of them, what if I accidentally hurt them? Add a few more people to them. ”

Mo Sen looked indifferent, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed at all, and it was very comfortable after this wave of pretenses.

More than a dozen people in the second echelon are excited, although we are not as good as you, we are also elite cadets of the new barracks.

"It's arrogant, Mawson!"

"I can't pretend I didn't hear you when you said that."

"I'm going to teach him a lesson."

"I've long seen that his face is unhappy, it's just good-looking, and his strength is still so strong." Brother, you're sure you're not praising him.

The flying squirrel was pleased with the result, and sure enough, Mawson was just as he had told him yesterday...... Interesting.

Xiuzuo: It's funny, it's obviously annoying, okay!

In this way, there is no need to worry about other people not contributing because of their mentality. It's all the elite of the new barracks, you force us to admit it, but it's too much for you to be so arrogant that you don't take a dozen of us in your eyes.

"Everyone, prepare!"

The flying squirrel looked at the dozen or so people whose emotions had been mobilized, and no longer wasted time.

"Let's go!"

The voice fell, and two people had already appeared in front of Mo Sen, it was Lao Wa in the same dormitory and another sword elite.

Both of them have learned to shave, so they can be one step ahead of others.

One left and one right, two of the three knives slashed at Mawson's upper body, and one stabbed him insidiously in the waist.

Mawson's [paper kite] was not unsheathed, and he randomly clicked three times on the three knives.

Whether it was the insidious old tile of a knife, or another elite of the second sword, they were all repulsed.

Mawson's feet were still standing in place, not moving.

"It's not enough to rely on the two of you, you must know that I don't just rely on my appearance to eat, but also on my strength...... Of course, the strength is worse than the appearance, and that's not something you can compare, let's all go together! ”

I have to say that Mawson is so sarcastic that even the flying squirrels on the side want to go up and cut it down.

At this point, he had a vague feeling that perhaps inviting Mawson to his side seemed like a mistake.

"Arrogance." "Suffer death."

Who can stand this, a dozen people don't care about anything else.

Three or two formed a small battle group at the same time to surround Mo Sen from all sides, slashing at him in all directions without dead ends.

This kind of small-scale group combat is different from the swarm of pirates and the disorganized behavior of a large group of people.

Of course, these elite students have no personal ability, and they are also extremely skilled in group combat, three or two are divided into a team, two or three attacks at the same time, and the others are waiting for opportunities on the periphery.

The Elite Trainee's thinking is clear, your Fruit Ability can slide attacks away, but when the Attack Power reaches the upper limit of your Fruit Ability, it will work.

The imagination is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

Although Mosen's sight and hearing are not yet powerful, the elite of the recruits still have nothing to hide under the domineering of seeing and hearing.

All attacks have become slow-motion in perception, and this powerful ability seems to have its own intelligence and orbital calculations? Each attack can be predicted and dodged with the body.

But

Mawson had never been besieged by such a group of elite squads that were not weak, and his movements were a little flustered at first.

The back was slashed twice by Lao Wa and a guy who was good at sneak attacks, and although his body slid away from the attack, he cut his shirt.

After dodging and parrying a few rounds of attacks, Mawson became more comfortable and began to taunt.

"Hey, I said didn't you eat? Is such an attack to tickle me? ”

Mawson slashed through the attacks of the two people in front of him with a knife, and suddenly his body took a leap into the air to dodge a stab from a lewd fellow.

Monkey stealing peaches?

"That's too much, brother, it seems that I have to teach you a lesson."

Mo Sen in the air turned, and the [Paper Kite] instantly appeared above the head of the sneak attacker just now.

The sharp whistling sound with the violent wind pressure overwhelmed the guy who had just sneaked up. The standard long knife in his hand was cut off as soon as he could lift it, and he secretly screamed "I'm going to die".

The long knife in Mo Sen's hand was beaten, and it was changed to a slap, and with a 'snap', an obvious knife mark appeared on the old brother's face, and his mouth was crooked.

The body flew out backwards diagonally, and there was chaos for a while.

sideways dodged a knife in the back, the handle of the knife was backwards, and the person who cut this knife did not have time to react was also smashed in the face by the handle of the knife, and fell directly to the ground without saying a word.

"The feeling of slapping my face is really refreshing, no wonder the big guys have a soft spot for my peerless blue face."

Mawson was in a happy mood and seemed to have found another direction in life.

At this moment, two knives attacked at the right side of his body at the same time, one slashing at his right arm and the other at his lower back.

At the same time, a long knife slashed down on the front, and a slender blade with T-shaped patterns on the left side also stabbed silently, and there was an inexplicable aura entanglement on the tip of the knife.

As soon as Mawson dodged the slash from other directions, a sense of danger came from the left, and the paper painting was still a little slower.

A tiny wound was cut by an armed-colored blade.

It is the knife of the old tile of the dormitory.

"Yo hehe, Lao Wa has made a lot of progress, the warm-up is over here, I'm going to attack!"

The small wound had no effect on Mo Sen, but after fighting for so long, the flying squirrel should have seen everyone's sword realm.

So, here's the time for me to perform.

【Shaving】

Mo Sen no longer spared his hand, rushed directly into the crowd, and directly used the knife face to 'snap' the two people in front of him twice, and all of them flew away.

The others hurriedly retreated, stabbing across their chests to parry.

However.

"It's too slow, you guys, all of you fall for me!"

Mawson's speed increased again, and now no one's vision could keep up with his speed.

Just listen to the "bang...... Syllable...... Bang dang...... Ah......h

There was a chaotic noise and screams, and everyone flew out upside down and lay on the ground humming, but there were no scars on their bodies, and their heads were all turned into pigs' heads.

Mawson's [Paper Kite] is sheathed, his hands are folded in front of his chest, and he looks up at the sky at 45 degrees.

"Who else?!"