'Bell!!'

A series of sparks exploded in front of the two of them.

The mace in the strange man's hand seemed hideous and powerful, but it was only a little trouble for Ron.

The trajectory of the opponent's attack was clearly visible in his eyes, and there was no pressure at all.

If you want to compare it to people, maybe it's not much different from Kaye.

With a 'bell', the two slammed into each other again, and suddenly, the cross sword in Ron's hand jerked away, directly grazing the handle of the mace and slashing towards the man's palm.

Looking at the direction in which the cross sword was sharpened, the man who was still full of murderous aura just now suddenly turned pale and wanted to dodge.

However, I immediately felt a sudden chill on the left side of my abdomen, and a tearing pain came.

The man let out a low roar and picked up the mace in his hand, forcing Ron back for a moment.

Jumping back a short distance, Ron looked expressionlessly at the man in front of him who was clutching his abdomen, covered in cold sweat, and a trace of blood flowed down the gap in his palm to the ground.

And in his left hand, I don't know when there was an extra short sword.

The dagger from the last battle was still nailed to the deserter's head, which he had later found from the militia's arsenal.

Although Ron is also good at dual swords, he still feels that this kind of concealed short sword is best for him compared to Granger, who hangs two cross swords around his waist.

Gently carrying the dagger behind his back, Ron glanced at the man's palm covering his abdomen, and said calmly.

"Well, let's talk about it now, you must know that I already kept my hand just now, otherwise, it would be as simple as having an extra hole. ”

Hearing the meaning of Ron's words, the strange man's face was a little embarrassed, and his eyes flickered as if he had retreated.

He didn't expect that a little imp who looked fifteen or sixteen years old would be so powerful that he could almost finish him off in just a few strokes.

However, just as the man pondered whether to flee or call for his companions, suddenly, he noticed Ron's young, slightly pale face.

"Huh, it's you"

"Huh?" Ron was slightly startled at noticing the slight change in the man. "You know me??"

Immediately, as if he had thought of something, his eyes became cold.

"Tell me who you are, stranger, or I'll show you what pain is. ”

"We are," the man said, his mouth open.

Just as Ron listened carefully to his next words, suddenly, a strong cold feeling came from behind, as if he had been pricked in the back.

Before he had time to think about it, Ron lun lunged forward, then stabbed a backhand.

'Ding!!'

A crisp sound rang in my ears.

"Die for me!!"

Seeing the failure of his companion's sneak attack, the mace in the hand of the man holding his abdomen suddenly smashed towards Ron, who pounced on him.

In the whistling sound, the slender spikes on the mace flashed with a sharp cold light, and if it was hit, it was conceivable.

Seeing the mace coming from overhead, Ron suddenly raised the short sword in his hand to block it above his head.

'Bang!!'

The sheer force made his face turn red, and then another cross sword stabbed straight upwards.

"You're dead!!"

'Poof!'

The cross sword went straight down the man's chin, and the attack that had just been about to continue came to an abrupt halt.

With a 'snort', he withdrew his crosssword, and then Ron spun around and slashed at the crosssword and short sword behind his back.

'Ding Ding Ding Ding!'

In the dense crisp sound, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on Ron's face, and the short sword in his left hand slashed abruptly, and the cross sword slashed straight towards the opponent's neck.

'Tear!!'

'Whew!'

There were two subtle sounds, and the two sides suddenly retreated.

Ron looked at his chest with a pale face, where the leather armor had been torn open, revealing an off-white shirt.

Fortunately, he dodged just now, otherwise he would have been in trouble.

On the other side, a black-haired woman was holding her neck, looking at Ron with reddish eyes.

The woman was dressed in black tight-fitting leather armor, highlighting her tall figure and handsome face, but her eyes were unusually cold.

She held a rapier with a round gauntlet in her hand, which she had used to slash at Ron.

The woman glanced at the man lying on the ground, and there seemed to be a flame of anger in her reddish eyes.

"You actually killed Ned!?"

Compared to her beautiful appearance, this woman's voice is a somewhat sharp male voice, which sounds very inconsistent.

However, Ron noticed the woman's voice, which she was holding around her neck.

He was sure he had cut it there just now, but now there was no blood at all.

While he was in doubt, the woman slowly let go of the hand covering her neck, and there, Ron clearly saw a red wound with rolled flesh, which was actually slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was healing.

This abnormal picture made his pupils shrink slightly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Just a mortal!!!"

Without seeing the surprise in Ron's eyes, the woman rushed towards him at great speed as soon as her words fell.

The thin sword in his hand was raised slightly to Ron's head, as if trying to pierce it directly.

The strong aura of danger stimulated his nerves, suppressing the surprise in his heart, and Ron also raised the cross sword in his hand.

'Ding!!'

After parrying the stab blow in the forehead, Ron's twin swords immediately slammed into the opponent's rapier.

The woman's speed was fast, and it seemed that none of the people Ron had seen had drawn a sword as fast as hers.

But the opponent's strength is obviously insufficient, and Ron, who uses dual swords, can easily block the opponent's stabbing attack, and then take the time to counterattack.

The speed advantage of the rapier did not have much effect in front of him at all, but was scratched by Ron several times.

As a result, the originally tight black wallet became tattered in a short time, and large areas of skin were exposed to the air.

However, even so, Ron was extremely aggrieved.

Because, he found that no matter how he injured this woman, she could recover quickly in an unbelievable way.

Moreover, this woman's reddish eyes are obviously not the color of ordinary people's eyes.

'Bang!!'

The power of the cross sword deflected the jabber again, and then Ron's short stature instantly narrowed the distance between the two, and he could even smell a faint fragrance on each other's body in this position.

However, the short sword in his left hand was pressed against the opponent's leg and twisted fiercely, and then suddenly separated.

'Tear!!'

A large patch of white flesh fell to the ground, and then a large stream of blood gushed out.

"Hmm"

Suddenly receiving such an attack, even if this woman has a strong recovery ability, cold sweat is all over her body for a while.