The untied guards couldn't believe that they were really loosened for a while, and after a moment of stunned, they tentatively stood up with their bodies twisted and shook off the ropes on their bodies.

"Come on. Buddy. What are you waiting for? Do you want to wait for this scoundrel to pick up a knife and come to see you? Seeing the hesitation of the untied guards, the captain fanned the flames and retreated beyond the temporary separation line of the crew.

"You madman! You can't do this! Saleid followed the captain, but when he reached the separation line, he was stopped by the crew outside the separation line with sparkling electric batons.

"Oh. That's right! Saleid. I forgot to tell you. If you want to get out alive, you'll have to kill them all! This game is a matter of life and death for you! Again! To end this game, you have to kill them all, and there is no one left! Or be killed by them! ”

Saleid wanted to jump out of the fence and shut up the damn Captain Mouth by all means possible. However, after several failed attempts, Saleid, unable to escape the quarantine circle, was forced to succumb to reality and turn to face the untied guard with trepidation.

At this time, although the guards had not yet approached Salid, and started a life-and-death battle with him, their expressions were much calmer than before.

The moment Saleid's eyes met with the untied guards, both of them couldn't help but quickly turn their heads away from each other. An indescribable apprehension full of worry, palpitations, but also bewildered and implicit hope, made them unbearable to look at each other. However, this long-term view stopped, and the state of autumn did not last long.

Seeing that Saled and the guards were reluctant to move, the crew members booed and urged, and among the guards who were still tied up, there was a shout: "Cohen! Be brave! Kill that damn terrorist! We will be proud of you! ”

Stimulated by this shout, the guards who were tied up suddenly boiled over.

"Kill the damned terrorists!"

"He's a demon! Kill him! ”

"Come on! Cohen! ”

With the shouts of the guards one after another, the originally dead and silent fighting field in the isolation line instantly boiled.

In the shouts of his companions, Cohen, who was originally hesitant, was quickly stimulated, and his blood rushed to the top, and his murderous spirit rose sharply, and finally after a shout, he stepped forward and stretched out his arms and took a heavy and firm step towards Saleid.

Saleid was a little at a loss when he saw the guard Cohen shouting at him. Although, since he was a child, Saleid had fantasized about all kinds of battlefield fighting, but when the close fight to the death really came, he realized that his psychological preparation for actual combat was far from enough.

Cohen, of course, didn't give Sulid more time to prepare, and after two slow steps of tensed muscles, he suddenly leaped forward, rushed towards Salid like a sharp arrow, and punched him in the face, trying to knock him unconscious with a single blow.

Shang was still puzzled by the absurd struggle that suddenly came, so Saleid, who was a little dazed, did not respond to Cohen's sudden attack enough, and although he dodged, he was still hit by Cohen on the left side of the face. It was only at this moment that Saleid, in clear pain, truly realized that he had no way back but to choose to fight.

Cohen hit Saleid's Cohen with his first punch in an attempt to take advantage of the victory. Without waiting for Salid to catch his breath, he threw several more punches at him.

However, after all, Salid had received martial arts training from the bearded Aliwood, who crawled out of the pile of dead, and in the face of Cohen's sudden onslaught, although he only had the power to parry for a while, he still quickly stabilized his position. And Cohen's heavy punch stimulation also aroused the sleeping desire to fight in his heart. The situation of the war also began to change.

It didn't take long for Cohen, whose physical strength had been severely reduced by his previous unreserved attack on Saleid, to become more and more difficult to launch a decent attack. And Saleid, who had been blindly passive on the defensive, began to launch wave after wave of fierce counterattacks, gradually reversing the situation and gaining the upper hand. But in Saleid's view, it was just a stupid fight that was forced to go. It's hard for him to do what he wants. Contrary to Saleid, for Cohen, doing his best to kill Saleid was his only hope of escaping the grim death threat. For this, he can only fight for his life.

Although one has no intention of fighting, and the other is fighting to the death, Saleid's strength is indeed far above Cohen. The two continued to stalemate, and in Cohen's increasingly chaotic and weak fist style, Saleid's counterattack became more and more powerful. In the end, it was Salid who hit Cohen's vital point first, knocking him to the ground with one blow, and losing the ability to continue fighting.

But just as Saled saw Cohen fall to the ground, convulsive, and just stood up straight and exhaled a long breath, he suddenly suffered a heavy blow to the back of his head, and the pain and dizziness instantly caused him to stumble and fall to the ground.

Saleid, whose consciousness was not completely interrupted by the heavy blow from the back, endured the pain after his knees hit the ground, supported himself with both hands, and subconsciously looked back to check the situation. However, this caused him to take another heavy kick from the attacker. This kick was much more powerful than the one that hit him in the back of the head. Dizzy, Saleid, who was no longer able to fully control his body, hit his head directly to the ground after being kicked.

This severe blow almost paralyzed Saleid. In his blurred vision, Saled saw the guards who had attacked him standing in front of him, glaring at him. Before Saled could see his face, he kicked Saled in the abdomen several times, then turned and walked over to the machete that had landed not far away, picking it up.

Knowing that something was wrong, Saleid tried his best to get up and fight back, but the strong dizziness and nausea caused by the impact made his whole body numb, and it was difficult for him to move a fraction of a distance from the ground.

Unable to control his body, Salid could only collapse on the ground, watching the guards who raided him pick up their knives and take a firm step towards him. In the light of the sun, the bright light of the blade swept through Saleid's eyes, so bright that Saled couldn't even open them. In that moment, he realized in despair that it was all coming to an end. In a blur, I suddenly felt that perhaps, that dazzling light, was the light of heaven's inspiration. Perhaps, this is the end he deserves.