Vanstein and Liv, who were next to them, finally came back to their senses from their bewilderment.

The two ran to Mawson together, wanting to ask.

"Brother Mawson, are you okay?"

"Brother, how are you?"

The voices of the two sounded at the same time, and Mawson's heart warmed.

I thought to myself, didn't you two see that Ben Shuai easily beat that old guy into a dog.

was about to pretend to beep, when he suddenly saw something, and his eyes were split.

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

At this time, in Mawson's eyes, a stone wrapped in the color of armament was thrown by Risti with force, and the stone thrown by the powerful physical technique made an incomparably loud whistling sound in the air.

The stone was thrown at Mawson, but at this time Mawson was standing in front of two imps.

If the rock falls, the two little ones won't be able to bear it.

Mawson pushed the two away, and there was no time left to dodge.

Before he could clasp his outstretched hands, the boulder was already on his way.

Boom......

The boulder slammed into him with a strong inertia, and Mawson's hands reached out in front of him, making the first contact with the stone, but the cushion on his hands was not enough to stop the stone in the air.

Eventually, the irregular boulder made contact with his chest, making a muffled thud.

Mawson's whole body was carried by the stone and slid backwards for a distance of about 10 meters.

There was a churn of blood in his chest.

However, he didn't have time to react, and he had already sensed the crisis.

【Paper Painting】

At the last moment, Mawson forcibly moved his body for a few moments, just then a black fist slammed into his back.

Burst......

Mawson couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood mist and sprinkle it on the stone. This is still because he forcibly avoided the vital point in his heart, otherwise it is estimated that the injury will be more serious.

Mawson, who had stopped his body, disappeared in a flash, and another fist covered in armament color smashed the boulder that was still in the air too late to hit the ground into pieces.

Obviously, if Mawson hadn't dodged the punch, the injury would have been a few points more serious, and even a serious injury could have been possible.

"Damn little ghost, Lao Tzu is not so easy to be defeated, now I know how powerful Lao Tzu is, hahaha." The gravel was followed by Risti's maniacal laughter.

Mawson stood across from him and forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood that had rushed to his throat.

At this time, Mo Sen's face was cold, and he no longer had his usual amiable appearance.

His eyes were silent, but there was murderous intent surging in the depths.

I never thought that he could be injured in the headquarters, and if he hadn't dodged the punch to the heart just now, it wouldn't be as simple as spitting out a mouthful of blood now.

What's even more unbearable is that this guy just now didn't care about the life or death of those two little guys at all.

Mawson didn't know how such a man could have become a brigadier general, and he didn't want to know.

He only knew that the first navy he wanted to kill when he came to this world was the old man in front of him, even if he was a commodore general.

Even if he is half a level higher than himself.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the churning sensation of blood churning in his chest.

Mawson sneered, and the next moment [Paper Kite] had already appeared on Ristie's head.

Be merciful to your subordinates and leave you paralyzed.

I'm also stupid, what kind of affection do I have for this kind of person.

The old man, who had fallen into a frenzy, raised his hand to block, but his speed was too slow.

Mawson's aerial moves changed, changing from slashing to cutting, and in the sound of gold and iron, the blade of the knife slashed through the opponent's chest.

Pulling back, Mawson frowned.

He doesn't have the weapon color bonus now, and the sword skill realm has not yet reached the point of directly cutting the weapon color, especially the weapon color with this high realm.

It seems that it is time to switch to a sharper knife.

The thought flashed away, and Mawson's retreating figure stopped in violation of the law of inertia.

【Shaving】

Mawson's speed was even faster, and the fruit's external ability was faintly raised by another level, sliding a large amount of air around him backwards.

Although Risti has a deep sense of armament and knowledge, he is already old after all, and his physical strength has declined greatly.

Therefore, his speed is too slow compared to Mawson.

For a while, all around was the figure of Mawson.

Risti had already had a lot of wounds on his body, and this was an injury that his body could not react to.

Although the incision is blocked by tight muscles, the injury is not deep, but there are many places where it cannot be supported.

If it weren't for Risti's subconscious protection of the vital point, he would have been defeated by now.

The two little guys who were pushed away by Mawson just now had already avoided the range of the two of them, and Mawson's injury scared them a lot.

Now that they have the upper hand, the expressions of the two people relaxed.

They are still staring intently at the battle in the field, one is worried about Mawson, and the other is that this kind of master battle has unspeakable benefits for them.

Especially Winster, he hates the feeling of being protected by his brother and having to drag back.

As she fell into the downwind, Risti became more and more frantic, and all sorts of meaningless roars came out of her mouth.

Around the two men fighting, all kinds of facilities were destroyed and messy.

Even the surrounding houses were smashed by Risti in two.

At this time, there were already many soldiers in the headquarters not far away, and some people even told them to stop.

Mawson pretended not to hear.

He made up his mind to teach the old fellow a lesson to remember.

As for mediation, what do you say? I don't have glasses on today, so I can't hear anything clearly......

I have to say that this kind of headquarters generals who have been fighting on the front line, especially those who have been fighting for decades, have reached the level of combat experience.

The armed color is even more developed to the extreme.

Otherwise, this old man would have been cut down with a knife.

It's a pity that the slash strength is still a little worse.

After a long and high-intensity battle, Risti suddenly lost his physical strength, and his body could not control some small shaking.

Swish......

Mawson seized the opportunity, and his blade stabbed at Risti's abdomen at an eerie angle.

This is a small flaw that cannot be smaller, but under Mawson's sight and hearing and his terrifying speed, the opportunity was instantly grasped by him.

If it weren't for the old man's experienced muscles, which would have been covered with armed color, Mosen would have pierced his liver and left him lying on the hospital bed for the rest of his life.

Draw the knife and cut it out again.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Mawson's fight with the enemy is so crisp, never so much nonsense with you.

Ristie, who was hit hard in the abdomen, was even more dangerous, and it was unknown whether she could support a few moves.

At this time, he was completely less arrogant than just now, although his eyes were still red.

But all kinds of scars and dust on his body made him look embarrassed.

It's just, who is to blame?

After dozens of moves of rigidity, because of the wound in the abdomen, Ristieg's blocked arm was half a beat slower.

Another flaw appeared.

Mawson's [paper kite] pierced the old man's chest with a sharp wind.

suddenly

Mawson's hairs stood on end, and he felt a dangerous aura coming over him.

Unable to deal with the old guy any longer, Mawson dodged and disappeared.

Where I was just staying, a cloud of magma crashed to the ground, and a large crater appeared.

Sakasky arrived.