In the middle of the night 10,000 years ago, when primitive humans gathered together and ate half-cooked barbecue under the vast starry sky, I wonder if they would also imagine the future and think about what kind of life their descendants would live?

"Click, click"

Instead of risking my head to look up, I held my breath and listened to the footsteps of those who came.

I opened my eyes wide and could clearly see a small hole in the dirt pit, perhaps this was the nest of the scorpion I had killed.

Although he was nervous, a flashing thought secretly worried that the scorpion's family must not come out and cause trouble at this moment.

"Click, click"

I prayed that the wild wind would not blind my hearing.

I prayed that the sunken pit would not reveal my location.

I prayed that my weakened body would obey my will for a last, heroic fight.

Gripping the knife tightly, I remained crouched and hid in the pit, ready to attack.

"Click, click"

The sound is getting closer and louder. Until, like a leak from the ceiling, drop by drop, smashed into the ear.

That's when I jumped to my feet and saw that the stranger was only a few steps away.

This guy is fair-skinned, but he is dressed in black. He is half a head taller than me, but nowhere near as thick as I am.

Exert force with your right foot. I rushed at him, and the surprise attack was to catch him by surprise.

"Ahh A tone of half-surprise, half-anger came out of the stranger's throat.

This is also in line with my expectations – the more he seems to be at a loss, the better the situation will be for me.

I threw him to the ground, holding his shoulder with my left hand like an eagle, and with my right hand I raised my knife and stabbed him in the chest.

He raised his hands and grabbed my wrists.

It was like a person who was about to drown and finally found a lifeline.

The situation was at a stalemate.

I yelled, trying to push the tip forward with explosive force, but he grunted, resisting with all his might.

I put my left hand on the handle of the knife and applied downward pressure with all the strength of the milk.

Helplessly, he used the support of his arms and elbows to form a solid triangle, which was difficult to break for a while.

In a flash of inspiration, I suddenly lifted the knife, and he was desperately pushing my knife upwards, and after this lift, he completely let go of my wrist.

Then I stabbed down again, this time to his chest.

The reason why I didn't stab my abdomen was because my stomach couldn't kill me with one hit, and I couldn't pull out immediately.

To put it bluntly, if he has a weapon or eats it hard, I don't have any "good fruit" to eat.

Again, this is the hard lesson I learned from the last battle.

The advantage of taking the head straight is that if he still wants to grab my wrist, it will be difficult to form a triangle again, and he will not last long; If he covers it with his hand, the worst result will be to pierce his hand, so that he will lose the ability to resist.

I was too hasty and too light.

The man had pretty good ground grappling skills, and his upper body shifted to the right, deftly avoiding the blow.

The blade was completely submerged in the sand, and he grabbed a handful of sand with his right hand and sprinkled it into my eyes, and I quickly turned my head, but I still felt a stinging pain in my left eye.

Mean guys.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly used his waist and abdomen to exert force, and took advantage of the moment when my body was out of balance to come to a "bridge". Lifting me up with my body, I was forced to put my hands on the ground to maintain my balance.

At this moment, he threw a hard punch at my armpit, and this punch happened to pull an old wound and hurt my heart.

In order to avoid his next attack, he had to use his strength to fall aside. He turned and stretched out his hand, trying to touch my knife.

Ignoring the pain, I quickly raised my foot and kicked his hand. He dodged just in time, and I hit the hilt of the knife, and the knife spun and flew away.

It was supposed to be a great surprise advantage, but it was wasted, and I secretly scolded myself for being too underestimated.

The pain in my armpit eased a bit, and we all stood up and confronted each other nervously.

I've also been able to observe my opponents more calmly. I have to say that seeing a person like him here is like seeing a chicken in the vast deep sea.

He has fair skin, delicate facial features, and a tender baby face. His eyes were clear, but he was full of fear at the moment.

If you were born in the past when love was free, this kind of person should not lack women.

Still glaring, I slowly approached him. He adjusted his steps with my position, always facing me, and struck in a fighting position. I yelled again, my fists darling with a swift attack, and he struggled to parry.

I came to realize that he was more agile and more skillful, but he was very bold.

There were two or three gaps, and he could fight back, but he stepped back.

Could it be to lure the enemy deeper? If you want me to underestimate the enemy again, it is absolutely impossible.

His gap finally appeared in five minutes. I feint with a flying right foot, explicitly kicking him in the shoulder, but in fact there is an implicit change of direction in the middle of the process, and the real purpose is to take his head. This is one of my killer moves, and I rarely miss a move when my opponent is overwhelmed.

This time it still didn't disappoint me.

The kick landed firmly in his head, knocking him to the ground. Taking advantage of the fact that he was a little stunned by the kick for a while, I didn't have time to get the knife, so I rode directly on him and grabbed his neck with both hands.

I'm going to just strangle him to death.

Just as my hands were straining, a breathless voice came from his throat: "Listen to me......" His eyes revealed unspeakable pleading and pain.

"Listen to me." A long time ago, someone said this to me. At that time, I was so cruel that I didn't listen.

Or there is always a stage in life when the heart is particularly ruthless.

This time, I was a little curious. Perhaps, it also has something to do with my appreciation for his martial arts.

"Don't struggle!" The sound of my roar seemed to be no different from that of Dijiang.

He obediently spread his arms flat, his legs honestly stopped kicking, and his body struck a "big" posture, still looking at me with pleading eyes.

I lightened my grip and waited vigilantly for what he had to say.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me. He breathed heavily and said with difficulty, "We can ...... Yes, it can be combined. ”

"Alliance?" Before participating in the breeding war, I had heard the tactics of the players forming an alliance, ranging from two or three to a dozen or so.

However, some survivors have said that regular competitions are cruel and everyone has their own selfishness.

This means that if there are fewer spots left at the end, allies are likely to slit your throat while you sleep.

"Why should I trust you?" I asked.

"Dijiang." He motioned with his eyes to me to observe the mountains on my left and right: "They have surrounded this place, and they will attack at night." One person can't survive, and two people still have hope of breaking through. ”

I asked, "Do you have a solution?" ”

"You can always give it a go. When necessary, I will stay and drag Dijiang, and you can go. ”

Looking at his clear eyes, I was tempted.

I mean, if you're in the middle of a human corpse, if you're surrounded by horrible monsters, it's always easier to trust people.

"Okay." With that, I let go of my hand and stood up from him.

"Na, what happened just now, don't hold a grudge against me, you have no choice but to do it."

"No...... It doesn't matter. He was still angry, and the wind and sand blew on his face.

He didn't stretch out his hand to cover it.