Listening to the swordsmith's words, the leader responded.

"I can trust you, as long as you go back with us obediently." The voice of the man, muffled by the mask, reached the swordsmith's ears.

"Go back with you, and then be brainwashed by you and read your memories?"

"Although I left the Reverse Blade Society, I still have the pride of being a blade, and I have a lot of secrets in my memory."

The swordsmith's words fell, and the people around him attacked at the same time.

The people in the outer encirclement are different from the dozen or so people who enter the hut who are only general-type abilities, and half of the people outside are special-type abilities.

All kinds of strange abilities were unleashed at once, and all kinds of elemental energy, as well as metal trees, instantly overwhelmed the swordsmith.

"Your dependence on your own talents, neglect of basic training, and your insistence on capturing me alive are your weaknesses."

The swordsmith rushed out of it with a swing of his twin swords, and came to the nearest few powerhouses.

When those powerful people saw the swordsmith approaching, they naturally resisted, while the rest of the people were also afraid of being injured by mistake and chose to wait and see.

"Your talent has made your hearts weak."

"You are not as dangerous to me as the well-trained ordinary people just now."

There is nothing surprising about the swordsmith's movements, there are only three words to describe, that is, 'fast', 'accurate' and 'ruthless', and within a few moves, he broke the tendons of the hands and feet of the person in front of him.

The gap in the second encirclement opened, and the swordsmith knocked down the rest one after another.

The injuries on the swordsmith's body became worse each time, but each time, the swordsmith endured it by his own will.

As long as the enemy remains, the swordsmith will never let himself hesitate.

This is the will of the swordsmith who has been tempered on the battlefield, between life and death.

Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, the leader was no longer obsessed with capturing alive and ordered the killer to be used.

Although the order was about to be given, it was a little late.

The swordsmith moved between several people, preferring to eat some attacks rather than entangle a few capable people around him.

At this time, several people were mixed together, and the rest of the people threw rat bogeys, firearms and abilities for a while.

The people who no longer kept their hands were even more embarrassed in the face of the swordsmith.

The swordsmith also took the opportunity to envelop a few people around him, rushing towards the place where the others were.

The few people who were entangled by the swordsmith, watching the swordsmith's movements, also knew that the swordsmith wanted to use the battle between several people to disrupt the entire encirclement.

However, a few people were afraid that once they relaxed, they would let the swordsmith break away and completely leave the encirclement, so even if they were coerced, all they could do was to attack wildly, hoping to get rid of the swordsmith as soon as possible.

The injuries on the swordsmith's body became more and more serious, the skin all over his body was charred and carbonized, and the bright red flesh below was slightly moved, and the injuries in some places were even more visible, and the most serious wound was a vine through the chest, only a line away from the swordsmith's heart.

If an ordinary person is so seriously injured, he would have died a long time ago, and even if he didn't die, he would have lost consciousness and was able to move.

However, the swordsmith is like an unbeatable little powerhouse, and it is clear that his extraordinary ability is only a C-level 'perspective'.

But under the siege of this group of well-equipped C-class abilities, as well as a group of B-class abilities, half of the enemy was incapacitated.

And looking at it, it seems that it is getting braver and braver.

One of the cadres of the Reverse Blade Society, even if it is a C-level ability, it has such a strong combat ability.

Half an hour later, all of the attackers were knocked down by the swordsmiths, who only broke their tendons and did not take their lives directly.

The swordsmith left the Reverse Blade Society because he didn't want to continue to kill, and now although he turned against the committee, the swordsmith still left a glimmer of room for turnover.

After all, for an organization, as long as there are enough interests, the past hatred can also be forgotten, and the cooperation between the wolf clan and the SAR is a good proof of this.

In the midst of this wail, the swordsmith who had ended the battle moved his body little by little.

The swordsmith has suffered too many injuries and is too bad, and he can still rely on hormones and will support when fighting.

After the battle, the effect of hormones subsided, and the body relaxed, and the injuries of the body could not be ignored, so at this time, the swordsmith only had the strength to move his body.

Just when the swordsmith left the battlefield and his stumbling body didn't go far, a person who surprised the swordsmith quite surprised appeared in front of the swordsmith.

Dressed in a rather gorgeous and even somewhat fancy long dress, her hair was deliberately tied with a double ponytail hairstyle, and she had a smile on her very delicate face, but there was no human emotion in those eyes, just quietly looking at the swordsmith who was covered in scars.

"Uncle, you look like you're covered in blood, but you scared people." Lu Cheng looked at the swordsmith who was covered in terrible wounds and said.

"Little girl, don't pretend to be like that anymore, I don't have the heart to play with you now." The swordsmith looked at Lu Cheng's smirk, and said in a hoarse voice.

"The body is seriously damaged, and if you force exercise, you will die." Listening to the swordsmith's words, Lu Cheng returned to his usual expressionless appearance.

"Sure enough, it's still like this, and it looks pleasing to the eye."

"As for my injury, I know it myself, I should be able to hold on for a while, rest assured that my life is very hard, and it is not the first time for me to have an injury of this magnitude."

The swordsmith said slowly to Lu Orange.

Lu Cheng listened to the words of the swordsmith, tilted his head, stretched his right hand into the void, and after a while, he took out a bunch of medicines.

"Antibiotics, trauma medications, burn medications."

"These are just reliefs, your condition requires surgery."

Lu Cheng said with that look of nothing.

Looking at those drug swordsmiths, they were not polite, they directly picked up those medicines, used them familiarly, and made a 'hissing' sound from time to time, cutting off those necrotic tissues.

"Little girl, thank you, these things should be enough to insist that I find a doctor."

"Anyway, little girl, why are you here and why are you helping me?"

The swordsmith tended to his wound and asked Lu Orange seemingly casually.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Feel the breath and the fight, and come over."

Lu Cheng said expressionlessly.

The battle between the swordsmith and Lu Cheng was just a show from the beginning, there was no hostility, no pain, just pure falsehood.

So every contact between the two is like playing, and Lu Cheng is probably subconsciously accustomed to the existence of the swordsmith as a playmate.

"Needless to say, I think I already know the answer, because we're friends, aren't we, little girl."

"There's no way you're a doll anymore, welcome to this fucking world, this bad world."

The swordsmith watched the changes in Lu Cheng's internal organs through his own abnormal ability, and still had insight into everything.