Franise was born to belong to the battlefield, her teacher, and everyone who came into contact with her, said so.

If she wasn't a woman, maybe ......

Anyway, no one doubted her talent in combat.

Obviously she uses a heavy weapon, but she lifts a heavy weight,

However, there is no weapon or armor in the world that can achieve perfect offense and defense, and any move has its advantages and disadvantages.

Franise did defend herself against all attacks from the front, and she was even ready to sacrifice one of her left arms to hit Martin.

But she would never be prepared to attack herself.

This kind of sting-like attack is by no means within her defenses.

But the other party not only did it, but also perfectly calculated her attack speed, and it looked like she was a moth to a fire, and sent her throat up to stab the short sword. That kind of brilliant calculation made her scalp numb.

She can scold Martin for being mean, and she can complain about the insidiousness of the other party. What she remembers more is her teacher's earnest teaching: "It doesn't matter whether it is righteous or not on the battlefield, any means can be used, as long as you can kill the other party, it is a good move, and history will only be written by the victors." ”

Defeated!?

Nope-

Franise was also fighting, almost twisting her waist and thigh muscles with all her might, so that the perfect momentum could force a change of direction, and she was going to lean right to dodge the sword, while continuing to pull the hammer out.

Martin didn't hold the hilt of his sword, and he couldn't have changed the direction of the sword.

It was supposed to be like this.

What happened in the next moment made her eyes widen, and for the first time in her beautiful and determined eyes, there was a look of shock.

Martin burst up, his hands empty.

His movements showed far more agility than ordinary people, and he easily dodged the hammer that slashed upward, and grasped the hilt of the sword in one hand.

The blade of the sword made a small arc in an instant, and then pressed against the neck that Francis could break by blowing.

France's shoulder-length blond hair was blown by the wind, her sapphire eyes still struck with disbelief, her stubborn red lips were pursed tightly, and her arms trembling as she clenched the hammer.

Until this moment, she still didn't believe that she was defeated by this seemingly random trick.

"I'm losing! Take my life. ”

Losing is losing!

Franise admitted it cleanly.

The female knight's shocked and trembling posture is, really, very attractive to Martin.

Martin's inner impulse is to tell himself: If I were French, I would never mind discussing life with beautiful women next.

Considering that a group of unscrupulous peeping gods are watching a big show, Martin can only dismiss the idea of having some kind of hyper-friendship relationship with Francis.

At this time, Martin is an honest and reliable Xiaolangjun!

Martin smiled chicly: "I only need to be first, and I don't want to break the heart of my good partner." ”

Who knows, Francis Hoddi's face sank: "I do value the possible benefits of first place, but I don't want to give away the victory, let alone rely on the mercy of the victor as a loser to steal a victory that does not belong to me." ”

At this moment, Martin pretended to be forced to the extreme: "No, no, no, in fact, we can have a tie for the first place." ”

With that, Martin put away his sword and took out an alchemical blast with his left hand, with a wicked smile on his face: "You say, if we get close enough, then detonate ......"

The female knight immediately thought of the bloody picture, but it was quite tempting. If the last two contestants hang up at the same time, is that considered a tie?

Doing so will definitely throw the problem back on the side of the gods.

In fact, the gods are already in trouble. Countless divine thoughts are intertwined with each other.

"Didn't you say that only one person can win the championship?"

"Just tell them that if you play like this, you'll both die!"

"Hmph, they are the future pillars of our human race, and what to do with them is not your turn to be noisy with the orc gods. ”

"This is a Terran affair. The orc god got out of the way. ”

There was a lot of noise above, and Martin below didn't know anything, and he continued to seduce or ** Frances.

No, it's just fun.

Martyrdom with a beautiful woman (pseudo) or something, it sounds painful, but it is definitely an interesting experience. If you really die once, you might get a really strong ally for yourself!

At this time, both sides put away their weapons.

Martin shoved the alchemy grenade into Francis's hand, which was held by the hands of the two men together, and raised it to the chests of the two men: "As long as I go back alive, I will get what I want." But what about you? Don't you want revenge? If you want revenge, but you can't get over it psychologically, then you should do it like this—it's not the first I conced, but the first time I'm with you, a future ally...... Cooperation?"

Martin's smile was very charming, and these words also had an irresistible charm for the female knight.

Unconsciously, the distance between the two has been pulled very close, and the lower abdomen of the two is almost together.

Martin could clearly see the other's heaving chest, but he didn't know if it was hesitation or because of the chemistry between a simple man and a woman......

At this moment, the voice of the oracle was heard in the sky: "With the consent of the gods, the Sigmar God has specially approved you to end this bloody contest in a way that does not kill. However, the rewards for the first and second place will be added up and divided by two, and will be distributed in this way, okay?"

"Yes!" Martin and Franise said in unison.

"The second question, although the gods are generally satisfied with the course of this bloody competition, also exposes a lot of problems. Martin, do you have any new suggestions?"

The words of the divine envoy made Francis prick up her ears for a moment.

New...... Suggestion?

So Martin gave a lot of advice before?

Isn't this damn game his idea?

The female knight guessed at once!

Martin smiled: "Killing between various races cannot be avoided. Naturally, the same people will hold each other. Since there are no 100 mainstream races in the Kaos Continent, why not change to team battles in the future? Different groups must be hostile. That's not it. ”

Martin makes sense, it is simple, violent and direct, and it is also in line with the truth.

It is conceivable that the gods in the sky are arguing again, and the cruel game of PUBG will probably continue in the future.

But so what?

In Martin's vision, the whole world suddenly darkened, and many psychedelic points of light suddenly shot out around him.

The fireworks exploded, and the sky was full of brilliance.

A line of words appeared in the void: "Good luck, eat chicken tonight!"