The next day, when it was time for the battle, Fiona and Bill were dressed together in swordsman costumes and talking in the living room.

"Are you really going?"

"Why not?"

"Don't you know it's dangerous."

"If the trouble can't be solved, it will always follow you, do I have a choice?"

……

Bill said goodbye to the Laurent family's inner house, pinched the battle post in his hand, and strode away.

The place of the battle is in the formal private gladiatorial arena, find your opponent, sign a contract of life and death, and fight to the death, without conspiracy and trickery, and fight in a dignified manner.

Because of this, Bill couldn't choose to fight in the dark.

Until Bill arrives at a public dispute adjudication site, takes a war post, and is led to a closed basement.

The heavy iron door, when opened, emitted a harsh sound of metal rubbing, which was unpleasant, and Bill was introduced into this predetermined stone room, the walls around it were as smooth and hard as knives, and the iron door behind him blocked the only exit.

In front of Bill, there stood a man in heavy and rough clothes, holding a short sword with the length of an arm, who seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

"Since I'm here, I'll introduce my name first, my name is Clarence, I killed you to avenge a person, if you're okay, let's start!"

Clarence pulled out his shiny little sword, relaxed his body, and prepared for battle.

Bill didn't say a word, completely unsure what kind of revenge this was, but he didn't think much about it at all, and lightly crossed his arms, ignoring the members of the Sweeper Alliance.

"I'm a principled person, and if you want to throw in the towel, I'll give you a chance to cut yourself." Seeing that Bill was staring at him coldly, without saying a word, and completely unprepared for battle, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, revealing dissatisfaction.

"Which eye did you see that I would throw in the towel?" Bill sighed, completely confused by what the weirdo was thinking, he just raised his hand arrogantly and hooked his finger lightly.

Bill's battles are accustomed to being the same, and his weapon is naturally a sturdy glove on his hand.

"Whew-"

Clarence exhaled deeply, not in a hurry, not in anger, he calmly re-clenched his dagger and prepared for battle.

The stone chamber is dark and narrow for battle, so it will always require both sides to fight to the death for the winner.

Although Clarence's short sword is short, it does not mean that his swordsmanship is not good, on the contrary, after he slashed three times in one fell swoop, Bill was sure that his swordsmanship was very good, at least, it was at the same level as his own.

But Bill's body just shook slightly, and he easily dodged the three swords, Bill's progress was great, and there was a world of difference from his own fighting level, for this reason, his combat power soared even more in a straight line, otherwise he would not have come to fight so fearlessly now.

Clarence's short sword was not fast, and while Bill dodged the parry, he could naturally draw out the remaining strength to counterattack.

After just over a dozen breaths of fighting, Bill seized the opportunity that was fleeting, and his shoulders slammed forward, knocking Clarence back and breaking his attack.

"Not bad."

If Bill had picked up his pistol now, he would have shot Clarence in the head in an instant, and there would be no second result, but Bill didn't do it, but instead commented generously, and crossed his arms again.

Bill's habits were subtly influenced by Fiona......

This gesture has never been seen before in him.

Even the way he crossed his arms, Bill learned from Fiona, and I have to say that Bill really learned a lot......

Clarence stumbled to steady his form, and after only a moment he slowed his breath, his eyes were like torches, and he ran wildly towards Bill with his short sword.

This short sword, called Hurricane, meaning storm, is also the work of the swordsmith of Quenching Sword Mountain, and the long sword produced in the Tibetan Wind Valley is different, this short sword is very suitable for people to use in anger and madness, due to his dexterity, and the frequency of swinging the sword, only need to slightly cooperate with some skills, you can make the swordsmanship become a hurricane is difficult to resist.

It's really hard to resist, and Bill thinks even more.

In this head-on battle, he felt that Clarence was completely like a different person, and he knew at this time that this unobtrusive and unkempt adventurer had never burst out with the strongest combat effectiveness.

"That's just a little interesting!"

Under the onslaught of the storm, Bill also has a casual teasing, which is enough to witness his current level of martial arts.

At this time, Bill had been forced to retreat again and again, and immediately retreated to the big iron gate behind him.

The sharp and vertical sword qi suddenly appeared without warning, and the sword of the Quenching Sword Mountain never had mediocrity.

The sword of the Burial Edge Valley can dismantle Bill in eight pieces in minutes, and the Hurricane Blade will also scrape out large and small scars on Bill's whole body in an instant, and the neat swordsman uniform on his body will become full of holes in an instant.

And at the same moment, the black tide around Bill was flourishing, and his hands and feet seemed to be attached to countless small dark vortices.

The sharp sword qi could not hurt Bill, and Bill, with his strong style, slammed out a punch at the tide of the short sword in the storm.

Fist, with a fierce fist, smashed into the depths of the wind blade.

The waves of the black tide and the hurricane of the blades collided violently.

In an instant, the wind drowned the fist, and the fist stilled the wind.

The empty sleeve indicated that Bill had lost his arm, and between another raise of his hand, a new arm condensed in an instant, and the same punch, with a domineering force, slammed again.

The short sword, together with the others, flew upside down.

"I'm a little bit capable, but is this the end of it?"

Bill's words fell, and the figure in front of him flicked his short sword with a cold expression.

In an instant, a sharp arc of light swirled.

Bill's reaction was half a beat slower, but he still flipped sideways.

The arc light was shining, and it was the small short sword, the power of a sword, cutting through mountains and gravel, terrifying.

Bill stood firm, only to see that his shoulders had been scraped off a layer of fabric, and there was a faint layer of abrasion.

Taking two steps forward, Bill took off the short sword from the wall and placed it in the palm of his hand.

"The sword is good, but the person is a little worse."

Bill only glanced at the short sword twice, then sneered coldly, and flicked the hilt, and the short sword also flew out in an instant.

Instead of killing Clarence, the dagger stuck in the rock in front of him.

Bill stepped up, his body was calm, black and rich, rolling and imposing.

"Do you want to struggle again?"

Seeing Clarence draw his short sword with trembling arms again, Bill didn't stop him.

The dagger was once again drawn from between the stone walls covered in black stone, and stabbed at Bill's face.

Bill tilted his neck and easily dodged, but instead of retracting or continuing the pursuit, the dagger broke off from the sword and became two.

Bill clearly saw that a special metal rope was spread out from the hilt of the sword in Clarence's hand, and the rope was encircled, and as soon as Clarence turned around, he put the shiny chain around Bill's throat, and stepped forward, and his arms were linked, locking Bill's neck tightly.

Fighting skills, and sneak attack tricks, to be precise, there is no clear difference between the two, no one can tell clearly, but such a strange attack, can always produce unexpected results, so that the enemy can not parry, the battle of survival, there is no right or wrong, regardless of means, just to stand to the end.

"Looks like I have to look up to you."

Bill's neck was so tired that he couldn't breathe, but he could still laugh and look like he was normal.

Soul hunter, Bill slowly pulled out of his arms.

A crimson dangerous weapon, small and charming, is caught in Bill's hands.

"If you don't have any other means......

Bill raised his pistol and slowly aimed it at his chest, behind him, Clarence locking the thin chains.

After a breath, the red lines of the pistol, which were quaint and old-colored, flashed slightly, and a gunshot burst out.

Bill's body was pierced in one fell swoop.

And an ordinary metal bullet, while piercing Bill's body, with residual force, drilled into Clarence's body.

This blow, without fancy skills, without stunning, mediocre, and creepy.

Such a thriller fatal blow? How to hide?

"It's over."

The body behind him lost strength, and Bill didn't turn his head, but casually put the pistol back in its holster and hid behind him.

Removing the rope, Bill's neck showed no signs of strangulation at all.

"If you're not dead, don't bother me anymore, I don't remember who I killed, and I don't remember that I killed you today."

Bill's fingers rested on the heavy iron door and knocked three times regularly.