"Bang!"

The iron-colored trunk of Yajiyue suddenly sunken down because of the pressure of two pairs of pitch-black iron boots, and four shocking footprints were now in the extremely dense trunk, suppressing the hovering eighth section of the torso, as if it had been uprooted, and a rumbling vibration sound sounded in the forest.

"What if you don't fight back?"

Blade Shadow Tyrone had an indifferent smile on the corner of his lips, and there was a sarcasm in his smile, he stared at the black-clothed young man lazily, and the silver dragon ruling in his hand did not mean to relax at all.

"I just didn't expect that you would have a move to seal magic."

The young man in black responded to Tyrone's sarcasm with a cold cheek, he did not stare into the man's eyes, but fondly looked at Tyrone's Judgment Blade, he loved the ruby inlaid in the man's dagger, because it looked like an eye, an eye that knew the human heart.

He came back to his senses, and when he saw Tyrone's eagle-sharp eyes again, his lips showed joy, and to be honest, he liked the unruly and sharp eyes of men, so he made a decision, about a little bad taste.

"Bang bang bang!"

The forest was shocked again with three crisp and piercing collision sounds, saying that it was three collisions, and if you listened carefully, there were hundreds of subtle frictions hidden in the three piercing sounds, and it was like waving all the strings in a flash, flowing clouds and water, and it was one and the same.

The voice fell, the black-clothed young man lowered his palm lightly, the dagger pecked by the eagle in his hand alluded to his coldness, and the color was cold, he looked at the blue robe, and his heart was slightly proud.

Blade's palm was still hanging in the air, and the fluttering blue robe covered most of the silver dragon ruling, making his right palm hidden in the shadows, unrelievable, at this moment, the silent Tyrone grinned, and two rows of snow-white teeth were exposed in the dead silence, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Oh? You can still laugh, is it because my strength has weakened? No, in the two hundred and sixty-three blows that I fought with you just now, I could exert three layers of power. ”

The black-clothed young man spread his hands blankly, and the half-foot-long eagle pecking dagger was quietly suspended above his palms, and at a distance of three feet, he looked at his hands, and then looked at the weapon with the arc of the eagle's peck, quite surprised.

"You'd be naïve to think that such a clumsy pain could knock me down."

A shadow of the sky squeezed into the cracks of the leaves, and fell on the man's body not far away, and the right hand of the blade shadow hidden in the blue robe seemed to dislike the light very much, and tried to shrink into the robe, although he wanted to move, his right palm was completely out of his control.

Two hundred and sixty-three blows collided, and after the assassin who had performed fifteen consecutive extreme heavy blows, the remaining two hundred and forty-eight blows were powerless to fight back!

Fortunately, the terrifying power exerted by the young man in black was expected by the shadow of the blade, so he was very calm, and even a little lucky, because the injury was much lighter than expected, at least, his right palm was still wearing the silver dragon ruling.

The body of the Magister, once it crosses through the Heavenly Trench from the ninth to the tenth order, the pure magic power will greatly strengthen the physical body, even the most ordinary tenth-order Magister, the ordinary blade that does not bless magic, even the epidermis and hair cannot be cut, as for the hardness of the Magister's bones, it is no less than a weapon of the sub-artifact level.

Now, Tyrone's entire right palm, including the wrist, is broken, and the broken bones are crushed and squeezed into flesh and blood, making the five fingers distort the shape, and the right palm shrunk in the sleeve is swollen like a huge pustule, how can it look like a palm?

The so-called five fingers connected to the heart, such a heart-rending pain, no matter how strong-willed a person is, he can't help but wail loudly, but Blade Shadow Tyrone, he is laughing instead, laughing calmly and elegantly!

Compared with the chains that penetrated the pipa bones back then, and the soldering iron that burned the flesh and blood, and then tormented the bones, the bones of the palms were all shattered, which can be regarded as torture?

Because I endured the past from the limit of pain, because I have lived until now.

Because, he really wanted to see Du Kecao again!

"Hehe, funny guy."

Simple torture often has extraordinary effects, the young man in black does not believe that men can't feel the unimaginable pain, when he experienced such a taste, but he fainted directly from the pain.

Thinking of the embarrassing training during that period, the young man in black couldn't help but have waves in his heart, and because of this, he rarely showed respect for the man who bared his teeth.

He was a cruel man, or rather, the man who had nurtured him since he was a child deliberately shaped his cruelty, and there would never be the word mercy in his beliefs, but he knew what respect was, and for those whom he respected...... The young man in black closed his eyes, and disappeared out of thin air in the calm weather!

The next moment, a few pale fingers stuck in the man's throat, his left hand held the man's left hand, and the sound of bones clicking immediately came out from between his fingers, and he said cruelly: "Do you know? In my childhood, I suffered at least thousands of kinds of torture, and my father did anything to exercise our will, but I did not hate him, on the contrary, I loved him and respected him very much. ”

The cruel smile of the young man in black gradually became hideous, like a wild eagle ready to tear food.

"Tick!"

Fresh blood flowed from the man's throat above his pinched fingers, the blood soaked the pale of his knuckles, making the unhealthy complexion ooze a sickly red, and he stuck the man's throat, he had never seen such hard bones!

"It's my father who single-handedly created the powerful and incomparable me! And you, who have not experienced the past where life is worse than death, what qualifications do you have, what qualifications do you have to talk about pain with me?! ”

Blade Shadow Tyrone struggled to hang on his feet, the five fingers stuck in his Adam's apple had been deeply embedded in the flesh, easily tearing the flesh apart, the terrifying and desperate magic continued to pierce into the flesh through the fingertips, all the way deep into the bones, the blade's breathing became difficult, his painful will began to blur, and in his vision, a double image gradually appeared.

'Pain, isn't it?' ’

Blade Shadow Tyrone hung his head like a dead man, his curls cast a dark shadow under the brim of his hat, obscuring his indomitable eyes, but not his calm and graceful smile.

"You guy!"

Bingying didn't understand why he would tell his childhood to an unknown enemy, but after listening to his own story, the smile that the man reported was too dazzling, and his eyes hurt very much!

"Good, very good."

He almost gritted his teeth and said these five words, he really didn't understand, why should a weak person pretend to be strong in front of the strong, crying and admitting defeat and dying, isn't it good?

"Hehe, I like hard bones, the bones of the tiger are harder than mine, my Bingying's hand can still crack his bones, mortal, it seems that you don't understand what the pain is, since you don't admit defeat, I will play with you slowly, play until every drop of your bone marrow is drained!"

Shadow of the Blade Tyrone, the king of the Assassins of Noxus, couldn't hear Bingying's hysterical anger at all, and even if he did, he wouldn't refute him, because after all, he was just a filthy assassin.

A child who grew up living in the stench of sewers and garbage heaps has never enjoyed care, only longing for warm water tomorrow and a mouthful of rusks.

He Tyrone, before he met General Du Kekao, had been living in secret!

Drawing all the means of evil from sin, he was forced to wield a knife to harvest the lives of others before he died, his hands were stained with the blood of countless evildoers, and he even plucked the hearts of countless good people.

So, the blade who lives in the underground world of Noxus spits on himself and degenerates himself.

Suffering?

Childhood?

"Boom!"

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the blue-robed man sank heavily into the trunk of the tree, a pitch-black iron boot on his chest, and the blade coughed violently, and the cough came out of bruises and pain.

Five ribs were broken and internal organs were badly damaged.

Blade struggled to keep his eyes open, all he could see with his scarlet eyes was overlapping figures and irrepressible darkness, and he still maintained a smiling posture, extremely calm.

'Are you going to die?' Tyrone thought in a vague mind.

'I am defeated, please kill me.' ’

There will always be a few failures in life, setbacks, it's really not a terrible thing, the terrible thing is that you admit defeat to yourself, because people only have one life, and if your life is gone, you won't even have the chance to fail. ’

But I don't want to live anymore, I... I'm a filthy person, I'm a scoundrel, alive and only more innocent people will suffer......

'Valoran's right and wrong are not something that a child can tell, for example, now, I should kill you as a villain, but I won't kill you, you know why?' ’

I don't know. ’

'Hehe, because from now on, I want to correct you and kill the people who should be killed. ’

'Someone who should be killed?' ’

'My name is Du Quecao, and the people of Noxus like to call me General Du Quecao, Shadow of the Blade Tyrone, will you be my apprentice?' ’

‘……’

If you don't want to, the old man won't force it. ’

'No, I do! ’

General Du Quecao, the second day in the history of Noxus since the founding of the country, after General Burnham Darkwell, he is the only peacemaker in Noxus, he wants the nations to coexist, and in the plan for the establishment of the War College and the League of Legends, General Du Quecao occupies a pivotal position.

And in the entire Runeterra, General Du Kekao, was the only man who gave Shadow of the Blade Tyrone care, and on that day, Blade swore to follow Du Kecao for eternity!

'Tyrone, you are remarkable in your assassination skills, and although it is a pity that you have been wasted for fifteen years, I, Du Kekao, will do my best to teach you and make you the number one assassin in Noxus! ’

'Teacher Du Kekao, I heard that the master doesn't always give a greeting gift to the apprentices? ’

'Tsk, greeting gift...... Let me think about it, there it is! The teacher will give you the personal dagger when you were young, don't underestimate it, people are easy to be nostalgic when they are old, in recent days, I have also branded a forbidden spell in it, first of all, you have to drip blood contract, and when you encounter an invincible enemy in the future, crush it in the bottom of your heart, the little guy of the thirteenth order, you have to retreat. ’

'Thank you, teacher, I will definitely protect it with my life!' ’

"You kid, it's not a valuable commodity, when you run out, the teacher will make it for you." ’

Fifteen years after his birth in Valoran, the dagger that Du Kekao gave him was the first gift Shadow received in his life, and in the following ten years, Blade did fulfill his promise, and when his life hung by a thread, he resisted the urge to use it.

'My life is gone, I don't even have a chance to fail......

Blade's calm smile suddenly became silent, and he reluctantly said to himself, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm going to use it, Du Kekao's Blade!" ’

(End of chapter)