In the rain, the two men who were fighting in the street separated again after a short hand-to-hand fight.

The crowd of onlookers grew, and the applause rang out again after the two separated, but the blood on their bodies made most people nervous.

Sun An had many injuries on his body, the deepest of his left foot and right arm, blood flowed down his fingertips, and he fainted around his left foot; Honeycomb only suffered one injury, but the entire ball of his right foot was almost removed, and he couldn't exert his strength, and the pain was terrible, he could only stand on one foot, and his right foot was on the ground.

This is an injury that can lead to lifelong disability.

Honeycomb's face was distorted in pain, although Sun An had a lot of injuries in his body, and it hurt terribly, but with a smile on his face, his ability had been put away, and he had a chance to breathe.

The other party's ability limits his range of motion, and he now also limits the range of motion of the honeycomb, the right foot is unusable, the honeycomb can only jump on one foot, and no matter how good his physical strength is, he can't jump far.

"I suddenly don't want to arrest you, I'm going to kill you. Honeycomb said through gritted teeth.

Sun An smiled bitterly: "It's better to arrest me, right? You think, your foot is wasted, even if the Achilles tendon is re-sutured, there will be problems when you are about forty years old, and if you don't do it, you will be in a wheelchair, catch me, join Veres, at least there is a place to retire, otherwise once you use your ability, you will attract the orphans around you, and it will not be cost-effective." ”

The two lowered their voices to speak, and the sound of rain made the onlookers unable to hear clearly, and some people shouted loudly for them to continue fighting, how could there be a performance that suddenly stopped in the middle of the fight.

Hearing Sun An's words, Honeycomb laughed instead: "Then let you see how powerful I am in a wheelchair." ”

With that, he took out a small folded maza from the wide pocket of his denim jacket, opened it and placed it on the ground, the maza crossed his legs, and on top of it was an oxford cloth, hanging fish or the kind that he usually carried in sketches.

This delicate little Mazha is completely inconsistent with the image of the honeycomb, full of a sense of disobedience, but after he sat on the chair, the sitting posture was very good, as if he was integrated with the little Maza, Mazha is no longer Maza, but a soft sofa, or an ergonomic chair designed during the famous design, so that Sun An wants to sit down and rest.

It was the throne, the throne against which the sword of the hanging stub was fed.

Sun An was still thinking about the connection between the hanging arrow and the hanging sword, the sword is suspended above the throne, and only when people sit on the throne will they feel uncomfortable, frightened, and restless.

Legend has it that the throne is uncomfortable, but the throne of the honeycomb is comfortable.

The ability was used again, the arrow above the head turned into a real sword, and a sharp sword also appeared on the chest of the honeycomb, facing Sun An's heart, and the sword was like a playing card that was rubbed open, opening to both sides, and twelve swords were separated, with the tip of the sword facing outward, surrounding the honeycomb.

This ability suddenly became gorgeous, and connected to the one above Sun An's head, a total of thirteen sharp swords, an unlucky number, and a strong uneasiness appeared in Sun An's head.

"Hey, hey......" Honeycomb laughed again, sticking out her pointed tongue and licking the corners of her mouth.

Twelve swords around him flew up, hung in the air, and behind him, the tips of the swords were all aimed at Sun An, and then shot out one after another.

Although the sword is much smaller than the arrow, the speed is much faster, and that ability is only for orphans, neither the arrow nor the sword will touch other substances in this world, and the blade will not rub the air and scream, so it shoots at Sun An silently.

In the blink of an eye, Sun An had a few more cuts on his body, and more blood flowed down, he had to dodge not only the twelve swords, but also the one on top of his head, and dealing with thirteen swords at the same time was beyond his ability to bear, the wounds would only keep increasing, and he would never be able to dodge all thirteen swords.

But Sun An laughed, and said while dodging: "You have already lost." ”

"Oh, I lose, that's too much, the more injuries you get, the slower your movements will become, and no matter how badly injured you are, in less than a minute, I will never be able to get up again." Honeycomb sat on the throne and said with a smile.

"I admit it, your trick is very powerful and gorgeous, but if it were me, I would rather use a black arrow than a sword, so that there will be fewer weaknesses exposed. Sun An was constantly injured, and the strips of cloth on his clothes began to fall down.

But he did not retreat a single step, like a light boat in a storm, swaying under the attack of the sword, but not capsizing.

"Weaknesses? As he spoke, Honeycomb tore off the strip of cloth and began to bandage the wound on his heel, the artery was cut off, and the bleeding problem was a bit serious, but compared to Sun An, this level of blood loss did not matter.

The first to fall must be Sun An.

"First of all, you can't move while you're sitting, and I can get out of that line without worrying about the sword above my head. Sun An continued to dodge, but his speed was indeed slower, and the sword wounds on his body were getting more and more.

"Then I advise you to take a little back, it is too rigid and easy to break, and there is no good fruit to eat if you are strong in the same place, although if you quit, it is just one less sword, and the difference is not too big. The honeycomb wrapped the wound and looked up at Sun An.

Once the sword is stabbed, it will be retracted behind him, and then shot again, like a submachine gun that can never be shot with submunitions.

"Secondly, twelve swords, there are too many of them, you can't control them at all, you can do it in some cases, and you can use it with one heart and twelve times? Sun An grabbed the tattered clothes on his body, tore them off, and threw them out, not only did not retreat, but took a step towards the honeycomb, leaning forward, as if he was walking against the storm.

"But I don't need to control at all, I just need to aim, and I can even be distracted to talk to you. Honeycomb tied the cloth, straightened up, and said easily.

"That's the problem, there are too many soldiers under your command, you can't control them one by one, it's like playing a real-time strategy game, no matter how fast your hand speed is, it's useless, you will always take care of one or the other, you can only give simple, unified orders, although the soldiers will obey your orders, but lose their spirituality, twelve direct swords, not as good as a black arrow that can turn. Sun An took another step, and the opening on his body suddenly increased.

This truth is that he realized the battle with the owner of the blood droplet, too many blood drops, he will only follow the master to act in unison, if he can control them one by one, no matter how slow the speed is, he can also set up a large array, so that he may touch the blood drops wherever he goes, and he will have been numb and arrested a long time ago.

"These swords have proven to be much more effective than arrows, you can tell when you look down at your body. Honeycomb continued to sit on his "throne", but his face was noticeably less relaxed than before.

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