Who to believe? That's a question.

In terms of logic alone, Kozmo's argument is obviously more convincing, but ...... Amy Ulysses's superior intuition made him always have a certain degree of suspicion of this blonde nobleman.

The Glory One was rarely hesitant.

Reason and emotion are like the two ends of the scale, swaying left and right under the constant increase of both sides, and finally maintaining a strange balance that is not up or down, making him in a dilemma.

Whoever you believe can hurt another person, and it can make him and all of them irreversible.

Fifty percent probability—

Do you want to take a gamble?

Silence, Amy is thinking, but also choosing.

If it only involves his own life and death, with his experience of gambling his life many times, he will not be the slightest frightened, not to mention whether the death here is really death, where is the hesitation to make up his mind.

But...... What if the bet is wrong?

Is it a betrayal of the real Kozmo, the real Kobberk - although it is quite possible that they will not lose their lives because of this, and they will not necessarily resent him, but a thorn is buried after all, not in the hearts of others, but in their own hearts.

After all, it's just a trial, and there's no need to force perfection.

Thinking of this, he sighed.

Then the choice was made.

Let the facts speak for themselves –

It's just pretty words, the facts can't and can't speak, and those who can speak are always people.

All the Glory One wants is to get out of the confrontation between the two, and from their next reaction, to grasp the flaw of the liar, and then to expose its false face, and then kill it, and end the curtain on this long overdue show.

You only get one chance.

After all, there are too many subjective emotions in other people's narratives, he needs more time to think, he needs to ...... To see is to believe.

Lies can't be perfect after all.

With the passage of time, the monster will eventually show its feet.

And that's when it died.

"So-"

"I'll be watching you. ”

In the most brutal and unreasonable way, Amy completely muddied the waters, and after leaving behind a sentence that sounded awkward, he deliberately kept his distance from the two.

And then...... Naturally, once again fell silent.

The original black and white chessboard seemed to be smashed by an apple rolling down from a tree.

Whether it's Amy, or Corbock, or Kozmo.

No one knows where the disrupted fate will go.

"This result," unexpectedly the first to break the silence was Cobberke, the short teenager who quickly adjusted his mind after a brief moment of stunnedness, "is acceptable." ”

Compared with being misunderstood, the result of being an enemy of Judah, not helping the two is already the best result he can ask for.

And so—

And why be not content?

"But I can't accept it," Cozmo expressed his displeasure, "I'm no match for this monster in front of me, Judas, and you should know that I've lost quite a bit of my strength in the previous battle. ”

"Well, I know. The Glory One raised an eyebrow, "That's why I'm here." ”

He spoke rather ambiguous language.

Over here...... When there is a danger that could endanger his life, does he save it or not?

The blond-haired nobleman's eyes sank slightly, but before he could think about it, Corbock had already launched an attack first.

"Bell—"

Swords bite each other, sparks splash.

The two looked at each other, then gritted their teeth almost at the same time, and fell into a brief stalemate.

This time, he didn't dare not do anything and let the other party organize an attack.

That's the way to die.

But in the same way, he didn't dare to be too aggressive, too aggressive—because he was playing a sword-wielding man whose body was empty and weak from overstimulation.

Any dissonance he revealed would further deepen Judas's suspicions.

That's right, it's a step further.

Judas...... It's already suspicious, otherwise I can't explain why he's so neutral, why he would let someone suspected of being a monster attack on his companions.

There is just a lack of evidence.

I didn't dare to make a decision, so I could only make more observations.

And he, more accurately, it's it, now has to do nothing else, but play the role of Kozmo, a weak man with a sword.

Then wait for the short nasty in front of him to get used to this rhythm, wait for Judas to let his guard down, and then burst out of the body's ability to interfere with gravity, influence it, and kill the opponent in an instant, before Judas has time to react, and take away his power.

But plans can't keep up with the changes.

The monster never imagined that this guy in front of him would fight so aggressively, so recklessly for life and death.

Even if he has extraordinary self-healing power, even if his heart is broken, he can get up from the ground and jump alive, but he is a human and not a demon, it still hurts when he is cut, and he will still die if his head is cut off, so there is really no need to fight him with this kind of life-threatening fighting style.

But now he uses it, and it can't do anything.

It's embarrassing.

Obviously you have the ability to use it, and you obviously have inexhaustible strength all over your body, but you can't use it, you can only be suppressed aggrievedly, and you can only watch the young man in front of you force it into a dead corner little by little.

What to do?

Monsters with strength and confidence are not panicked, but now it's time to choose.

Do you continue to hide your identity?

Or is it a flare-up?

It thought about it very seriously, and couldn't make up its mind for a moment.

There are pros and cons.

Hiding an identity has the advantage of hiding an identity, the more it gets along with Judas, the more it can feel the other's specialness, and the less sure it is that it will be able to defeat him and kill him - if it really reveals its identity, even if it can kill Corbock and seize the other party's self-healing, it will not have much confidence to face Judas.

He is like an abyss, the ignorant cannot see his depth at all, and the real knowledgeable person, the closer he gets, the more information he gathers from him, the more he can understand his terrible.

If it wants to reap the final fruits of victory, to break free from the cage that has sealed it for thousands of years, it must kill him, kill this terrible man.

Fight head-on, there will be no chance.

Maybe you can defeat him, maybe you can drive him away, maybe you can hurt him, but it is impossible to kill him—although it has the advantage in strength, the monster's instinct, which has been silent for thousands of years, makes it panic for no reason, and realizes for no reason that it may die.

Although it may be a smooth path to liberation, it will not be chosen.

Because it ...... Quite greedy.

With that in mind, the monster made a choice that matched its identity.

Ignoring the potentially huge risk, it weakened its own resistance, allowing its broad-bladed and thick-ridged heavy sword to be knocked away by Corbock, placing the possibility of survival on Judas, who was watching from the sidelines.

Unfortunately, Judas did not respond to his expectations, and his gaze remained cold and unwarm.

- There is no need.

The short boy had no intention of killing him, and put the sword back into its sheath, then waved a pair of fists at it.

Beat up.

Little by little, the physical strength of both sides is consumed.

This is what Judah wanted.

Corbock knew very well that Judas's disagreement was both a favor for him and a balancing act for both of them—the best outcome was not to decide the final victor to the death, but to wear each other down until neither side was able to fight anymore and could not threaten him.

Not a long-term relationship made him more or less understand the temperament of the teenager, this kind of intelligible is mixed with warmth in the coldness or the essence of the coldness under the warmth, which is the biggest characteristic of the teenager in character.

He knows that.

So, that's exactly what he did.

Punch after punch, kick after kick, and after a long beating, he looked at Judas not far away.

"I'm not going to kill him. ”

Corbock drew his sword again: "I remember, monsters have no internal organs - do you want to try." ”

With one foot on Kozmo's chest, the short boy who was panting bent down and cut through the clothes in his lower abdomen with the blade of his sword: "Let me think about it, you shouldn't have the ability to generate a stomach out of thin air in this short period of time, right?"

Not without sarcasm.

Corbock said this, his hands suddenly exerting force.