"How so?!"

Father Anderson became more and more frightened, and his previous self-confidence was long gone.

The other party is like being able to predict his movements in advance, and he doesn't fight back, he poses every time, and quietly waits for him to take the initiative to bump into him.

He felt like a prey trapped in a cobweb, unable to escape no matter how much he struggled.

This different kind of pressure is completely different from the feeling of oppression that Accardo's monster gave him.

He knows that when a person performs a movement, he mobilizes many muscles related to his body, and those who are experienced in combat can even judge whether the opponent's next attack will be a punch or a kick, a left or a right punch, by observing the slight change in the height of the opponent's shoulder.

He suspected that the guy in front of him was 'pre-reading' his movements in a similar way.

However, at such a young age, where did he get so much combat experience and such good eyesight?

Father Anderson was puzzled, but after taking a deep breath, he changed his fighting style and forcibly controlled his shoulders and other muscles, making sure that every shot he made was sudden enough not to be pre-read.

However, to his surprise, the other party just turned up the corners of his mouth slightly, and once again accurately blocked the sword in his hand.

It was as if all his movements, including his thoughts, had been seen through.

"Surprised? All your actions and reactions have been thoroughly seen through by me. ”

Abel suddenly smiled and spoke, causing Father Anderson's face to sink.

"I'm a little bored, so let's play a game."

"It seems to you that I am pre-reading your actions through these eyes, right?"

"Then I'll close my eyes, and I'll let you run for ten minutes if you can make me move half a step in a minute, or do me even the slightest damage. Well, including the ones waiting outside. ”

"If you lose, how about lending me your identity?"

"If you don't speak, you'll acquiesce. So. The game begins. ”

As soon as the words fell, Abel really closed his eyes like this, and even the weapon in his hand hung down.

Father Anderson, who felt that he was being underestimated, was about to bite his teeth, and he was as angry as a lion about to eat people, and the two swords in his hands were almost swung into phantoms.

He's going to make this kid pay!

Die, die, die, die!

Boom, boom, boom

Every time he attacked, he aimed at the opponent's vital point, and he didn't think about anything else, and he didn't think about anything else to escape.

But Abel seemed to have awakened the eye of heaven, and even with his eyes closed, he easily dodged every attack of Father Anderson, and seemed so relaxed that he did not even move a single step under his feet.

Only when he really can't dodge, or is unwilling to move his feet, he will casually stretch out his weapon to block, and every time it is so appropriate.

He can even count down to Father Anderson's stormy attack?!

"It's been 30 seconds, and you have 29 seconds left."

"Work hard, you're almost going to hit me, and there's 15 seconds left."

“10、9、8、7”

"It's a pity, you're really useless when you give you a chance."

Outside, three of Father Anderson's students, Anric Maxwell, who had previously taunted Accardo's owner as a sow, Heinkel Worf, a female killer with two guns, and Yumi Takagi, a bespectacled nun with a katana, watched the battle nervously through the factory's window.

They never imagined that a man as powerful as Father Anderson would one day not even be able to touch the corners of a person's clothes under an all-out attack.

"I feel like Father Anderson needs us." Heinkel Worf was the first to speak.

Because Father Anderson was wearing a communication device, they had heard all the conversations between the two sides before.

"I agree." Yumie Takagi pulled out his katana and nodded.

Then both girls looked at Anricle Maxwell.

It's just that Enric Maxwell was very hesitant at this time, his intuition told him that even Father Anderson was not an enemy of the opponent, and he should not risk his life, he should evacuate immediately, and then figure out how to deal with it.

And it was such a hesitant time, the countdown inside had ended, and then there was a loud bang.

A figure smashed through the wall and slammed into the position not far in front of them.

When you look closely, it's Father Anderson who they're going to help!

"Father Anderson"

"Don't come here!"

Father Anderson, who was struggling to get up from the ground while vomiting blood, immediately stretched out an arm to stop them.

"The enemy in front of you is much higher than you. The rest of the battle is not for you to meddle in, so get out of here now and return to the Vatican right away! ”

Enricle Maxwell was stunned at the same time, it was the first time they had seen the teacher with such a nervous, serious, and crazy face.

"Is this the only way to be the trump card of the Thirteen Branches of the Holy See Traitor? To be honest, I was disappointed. ”

"When I'm dead, you'll say that again!"

Father Anderson chose to charge again, he didn't believe that the other party was invincible, and the ability to predict his actions must have flaws, but he never found it.

Such a dangerous guy must not be left alone.

Even if he sacrifices his own life, he has to find out the enemy's weakness!

Only this time, he didn't notice that the katana in the other party's hand had been dyed black.

"Ersword-ryu Vajra Yaksha!"

Swish!

Burst.

The figures of the two people crossed in an instant.

Then I saw a large amount of blood sprayed in front of Father Anderson, and the entire right arm was gone, and the sword in the left hand was only the hilt.

He was almost split in half diagonally.

It was the strength of the body that could resist bullets after the transformation, which saved his life and allowed him to avoid such an ending.

But it doesn't seem to make a difference.

Wounded so badly, the enemy was still eyeing the enemy, and there was almost only one way left to wait for death.

Poof.

Father Anderson fell to the ground weakly, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

The three people who didn't have time to escape were all stunned.

This is already a complete crushing of strength!

Who the hell is this guy?

Is it a monster?

How do we do that?

Escape?

Or rush up to fight him and get Father Anderson away?

Before they could figure it out, Heinkel Wolf couldn't bear the pressure, and in the midst of screams, he frantically pulled the trigger on Abel with two guns in his hands.

Bang bang

"Die, die, die, die. Please, give me death! ”

(End of chapter)