In everyone's expectations, Randall would never be able to stop this slashing wave.

There is absolutely no power to dodge!

However, everyone guessed the beginning, but not the end.

Randall didn't dodge, and the slash slashed at Randall.

However, in the end, it was not Randall who was cut in two.

Instead, the slashing wave was annihilated in the air as if it had hit something hard.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, everyone's eyes widened.

What's the situation?

They're not mistaken, right?!

That slashing wave shattered after hitting Randall? And Randall doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it?!

Yes, at this time, Randall had fallen to the ground, and there were no scars on his body!

But how is this possible?

Could it be that the slashing wave is just a bluff that looks strong, but in fact it is not that powerful?

Or is that slashing wave not a physical attack, but an attack on the enemy's spirit?

Now Randall appears intact and is actually mentally dead?

As for Randall's option of resisting that blow on his own, they didn't even think about it.

Start by putting out a correct answer.>

After all, this answer is too outrageous for them to imagine.

However, this option, which they least believe in and do not want to believe, is exactly the truth.

In the midst of everyone's horrified gaze, Randall moved.

He raised his hand and flicked the spot on his chest that had just been hit by the slashing wave, as if there was dust.

Then he turned around and looked blankly at Lieutenant General Ziegler, who was already stunned by this time.

"What do you mean?"

He was a voice, like a cold wind and snow in the cold winter of counting.

Everyone shuddered.

However, at this time, Ziegler did not realize the seriousness of the matter, he looked at Randall in a daze, and asked:

"How did you do that? Why did that slashing wave suddenly disappear after hitting you?"

He asked the question that everyone in the room wanted to ask.

And Randall didn't answer him this question, but asked again:

"Why did you do that?"

Randall knew that Ziegler had some skews in his perception of his strength.

So in Ziegler's cognition, that attack just now was enough to kill him.

But instead he kicked himself straight at the slashing wave.

What the other party wants to do, it's just too obvious.

But the question is, why?

He didn't know this person before!

Even if the other party thinks he came in through the back door and is dissatisfied with him, it won't kill him.

This confused Randall.

"Why? Hehe, you still have the face to ask me why?"

Ziegler didn't pretend at this time.

In his case, the problem was with the swordsman.

It should have been something wrong with the man at the last moment that made this little ghost take advantage of it.

Damn it! It's really a lucky little ghost in every sense!

But at this time, since he has done everything perfectly, he will simply stop it.

If the swordsman is useless, then he will do it himself!

"Your innocent face is simply disgusting!

Isn't it because you can participate in this mission because you are a disciple of Zefa?

Remove this name, what else do you have left?!

A little brat! Why compare with us?!

Do you know how much credit we have saved for being a lieutenant general?

As a result, you just follow the trip?

Phew! Damn the relation

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Ziegler can be regarded as venting all the depression accumulated during this time.

But although he is crazy, he still has reason and knows what to say and what not to say.

If he is also poked out of the fact that he has also participated in arms reselling, then he will be a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it will be difficult to protect himself.

Listening to Ziegler's words, Randall looked incredulous.

"Just, because of this, you're going to kill me?"

Ziegler said viciously:

"Isn't that enough?! Little ghost, I'm telling you, you're going to die today!

Since that swordsman is useless, I'll do it myself!"

Randall: "You killed me, do you want to continue to be this lieutenant general?"

That's a lot of people watching."

Ziegler laughed when he heard this, and said:

"Hahaha, who said I killed you? It's the swordsman's hand!

Then I avenged you by killing that swordsman!

As for them? They're all my colleagues. And they're not happy with you, too!"

Several lieutenant generals were silent.

It's a simple multiple-choice question.

Now it seems that Ziegler is determined to kill this little ghost.

Why, then, did they offend a man of his own rank for a certain death?

And through this, they completely saw Ziegler's madness.

Who dares to mess with crazy criticism?!

What's more, it is true that as Ziegler said, they are really unhappy when they look at Randall.

As for the other soldiers, what if they saw it?

It's their immediate boss standing here.

They would rather offend Sengoku than offend their top bosses.

Randall didn't know what to put in the mood.

Angry? Yes, after all, this rotten man wants to kill him, and only for a ridiculous reason.

But more of it is helpless, emotional, and pathetic.

Why can such a person become a navy?!

Why are there such people in the navy, and there are people like Zefa ?!

He sighed and said:

"Alas, you're so ugly, it's disgusting for me to kill you."

Randall was serious, but Ziegler was amused.

Others also had strange faces.

I'm afraid this person is not a fool, is he?

Just you, you still want to kill the lieutenant general?

No matter how weak a lieutenant general is, you can't deal with it!

Will you be armed with a domineering man? Have you learned all the six styles?

It can't be the slash that suddenly dissipated before, giving you inexplicable confidence!

"Hey, hey, can't you see where you're now?

If you can't see it, then I'll explain it to you!

You, a weak imp, and I, a vice admiral who is skilled in armed colors!

And the people around me are all with me!

Do you understand now?

You're dead!"

The last four words, he spat out word by word.

Then he burst out laughing again.

"I didn't expect Zefa to pick such a disciple, haha, it's really old, the old thing is really blind!"

However, his unintentional words happened to step into an absolute minefield.

Randall's expression suddenly turned cold.

"You, apologize! Apologize to Mr. Zefa!"

Although Randall never said it, he had great respect for Zefa.

After all, he is a person who preaches and teaches and solves doubts, and without Zefa, there would be no him today.

What kind of is this, dare to speak ill of Zefa?!