Take your pick, teacher.

It is impossible for the halberd to charge through armor to resist, even if it is a high-level armor such as a school.

Even if you rub your wrist armor over the blade of the halberd, you can't force it to change direction.

It's already too close.

What difference does it make if the blade stabs towards the torso misses?

The blade of the halberd is wide and sharp, and as long as it is an opening in the torso, it will also affect at least two organs.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys cannot be intact.

You must use the blade of your sword to stop the thrust.

But at the same time, the alchemy bag could not be saved.

The potions and alchemy bombs in it are your only hope of surviving the rest of the battle.

Two archers, a difficult soldier with a long weapon, and one of your students, a demon hunter......

Except for the physical strength of the crushing level after drinking the potion, or pulling out an expensive bomb, otherwise there will be no chance.

Along the way, Lane left traces that could be tracked by the law enforcement team, attracting them.

It had been three rounds of firing since the start of the battle, and it was only about twenty seconds in total.

However, Lann has already completed the blockade of Bordon according to the change in the situation of the battle.

Look closely, in the eyes of the young cat, the looming calculations and possibility deductions are brushing down from the pupils like a waterfall.

Lan En temporarily stopped investing in the computing power of [Analyzing], and fully applied the potential of his brain cells to the current scene.

And his bio-intelligent brain has indeed accomplished the goals of the plan.

Whichever one is chosen, Bolton has no chance.

He will die today.

Bolton himself immediately recognized this fact.

The majestic body stiffened.

Most of the witchers of the Bear School have lost the ability to generate emotions, and after their mutations, they only run around for the rest of their lives to stay alive.

In previous missions, Podon has also faced death head-on, more than once.

But each time he was able to find hope for survival with his cool head, and then slipped through the monster's head to get his own reward.

But in this situation constructed by human wisdom and killing intent, at the juncture of death before and after, this cold character made him at a loss.

What's even worse is that Lan En's hands are now bursting with magical light!

Seal of Yaxifa!

It was a technique that Bolton had only used in front of Lanne, and had not even been taught once in earnest.

He couldn't have imagined that the other party had reached the level where it could be applied in actual combat.

The strong witcher's head suddenly darkened, and what was even more terrifying—his dazedness was heightened.

Faced with the fact that he could not survive, his impulse to die with an enemy was now gone.

Because he can't hate it.

Even the instinct to survive was suppressed for a moment, and that was the moment......

"Poof-"

Eventually, the halberd, whose trajectory had been adjusted by Lann, stabbed into Porton's abdominal cavity.

Bright red bodily fluids burst out.

Lan En, on the other hand, rushed from under the Bear School's steel sword to his mentor's side, and the dagger cut the strap of the alchemy bag as fast as lightning.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he fished it in his arms.

Pordon's hopes of a final comeback were lifted.

At the moment when the blade invaded his body, even with the physique of a demon hunter, a sense of powerlessness swept through Bolton's entire body in an instant.

He was pushed several steps by the halberd until he hit a tree, and then his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

The nervous halberd soldier did not come back to his senses, still gritting his teeth and clenching the long pole and pushing forward.

That was until Lan En walked up to him with the alchemy bag and pressed his palm on his hand holding the long pole.

"Calm down, man. It's over. ”

He screamed as if he had just woken up from a dream and began to gasp for air.

This process has been longer than the entire battle just now.

The two archers also walked down the hillside from the vantage point in the distance, the crossbowman did not withdraw the string, and the arrow pointed at Lan En brightly.

The longbowman immediately ran to check on the sword and shield soldier who had fallen to the ground and stopped screaming.

Under the inquiring gaze of the halberd and crossbowmen, he fiddled with his captain's eyelids and pulse, then shook his head.

Lan En was not surprised by this, it is estimated that the mage will not be able to save the amount of bleeding just now.

"Shit mutant freak!"

The halberd spat and cursed in a low voice.

The Willen are accustomed to death, and the professional sergeant is even more so, so there's not much to say but vent his fear of magic and mutants.

The halberd stepped forward two steps forward with his boots, trying to pull back the halberd that had been inserted in Pordon's stomach.

Perhaps the Demon Hunter's ability to survive was truly extraordinary, and the brown bear-like man was not dead, but just sat quietly and paralyzed.

A pair of cat's eyes stared at their students.

But if he pulled out the halberd, the hemorrhage would definitely not keep him alive for a minute.

Lan En didn't shy away from making eye contact with him, and raised his hand to stop the halberd soldiers around him from trying to pull out their weapons.

The remaining three soldiers immediately became nervous as if they had blown up their hair.

The crossbowman took his arrows, and the longbowman immediately drew his bow and aimed it at Lane.

They've just seen the skills of a witcher, and the real magic, blood and life.

And Lan En also happens to have a pair of cat's eyes.

It's hard not to make them nervous.

Lane's alliance with them had already happened abruptly.

"What do you want to do? Freak! Looking for death!? ”

The crossbowman yelled fiercely, and Lan could see that his fingers on the trigger were shaking.

The halberders and longbowmen were the same, their expressions were angry, but they were both swallowing their saliva.

Lan stood sideways, quietly turning his head to look at them until their breathing had steadied.

After a long silence, Lan spoke calmly.

"I only have a knife, gentlemen. And you, with two arrows on the string. ”

All three calmed down a little in their words.

Or, it is not their words that calm them, but their own superiority.

But the next sentence that Lan En spat out with his head tilted his head made the atmosphere change sharply.

"But will two arrows solve me?"

"Let's try it! Freak! Hurry up and let me try it! ”

Facing the spitting crossbowman, Lan En remained expressionless.

This makes the other party even more inward-looking.

"Gentlemen, you've just seen the survivability and killing abilities of demon hunters. And you, a halberd soldier without a weapon, and two archers with only one-handed swords, standing within five paces of me. I want to do it, you can't last ten seconds. ”

In fact, they can last at least a minute, and Lan En, whether it is physical fitness, equipment quality, or swordsmanship level, is a big step behind his teacher.

But Boldon's shock to them was so great that they were a little distracted for the time being.

"I—we still have two arrows!"

"That's right, two arrows." Lan En maintained a sideways stance, nodding.

"But to kill me in ten seconds, you're going to shoot me in the heart, or in the head."

With Lan En's calm words, the eyes of the three people also moved to these two parts.

But then, the expressions of the two shooters were difficult to look at.

They are veterans, and they know what the situation is now.

"Yes, gentlemen. I'm on my side, so if you want to shoot the heart, then the arrow has to go through the arm, through three layers of cotton armor, and a layer of skin, through the ribs, and through a pair of lungs...... It doesn't fit in. Then I'll have time to kill you all after the arrow, so you'll only have to shoot your head. ”

"And if the target is limited to a place as big as the head, even if it is a small knife, I am confident that I can block two arrows."

The young man's arm holding the hunting knife had been raised to the side of his face, and the meaning was obvious.

- The location of the heart is left to you, and it is up to you to decide whether the crossbow arrow will be fired or not. But the consequences of those two arrows are also very clear.

Words stopped, and the three Temerian sergeants on the opposite side clenched their cheeks.

The young man's expression was calm as usual, as if the terrible assumptions about "death" he had just made about himself did not exist.

He suddenly smiled softly.

"So, we don't have to get to that point, do we? I just want to say a little bit to my kind, he can't be saved, obviously. Even the presence of Meritelli's priests can't save them, can they? You can take advantage of this time to collect the corpse of this venerable soldier, who is almost dead by then, and you can take their body with you to the castle of the lord to receive the bounty. We've seen enough blood today. ”

The stance did not change, but the atmosphere began to relax.

Maybe it's because of Ran's laughter, maybe it's because of what Len said about the money.

The longbowman's lips twitched for a moment, then hesitantly spoke.

"You—You're not going with us? Your Excellency gave the murderer three hundred and sixty Oron, that's ......"

"That's a lot of money." Lan interrupted him, nodding.

"But guys, let's be honest, I owe you a favor, a favor from your entire squad."

"Although we still have the blade at each other, the truth is this: you have saved me from my teacher, and a venerable sergeant has died as a result."

"We have all seen how strong my teacher is, and I have absolutely no hope of escaping under him alone."

"You are a law enforcement team sent by the lord, and it is your duty to arrest him, that's right. But life is precious, and whether it is your duty or not, I have accepted this life-saving feeling, and I must respond. Especially since you're dead, so I won't ask for a bounty. ”

The sincere words made the atmosphere more relaxed, and both shooters lowered their arrows slightly. In response, Lan also turned around and faced them head-on.

"People say that snake-eyed witchers are as emotionless as snakes, and it seems that they are pure slander."

The longbowman withdrew the arrow back into his quiver and nodded at the young man.

The crossbowmen also withdrew their arrows.

"We thank you for your sincerity, but Captain Barron is a widower, and the bounty you gave up won't benefit his family...... Seriously, you should think again. ”

"Forget it, guys." Lan smiled and shook his head, the dagger back into its scabbard.

"This is what I owe to you, and if this sergeant has no family, then please give him a decent funeral with a bounty. I think that my life is worth more than three hundred Oron. ”

If the person who saved his life doesn't return the favor, Lane will look down on himself.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally nodded at the young man together, leaving room for the two demon hunters.

By this time, Pordon's beard was filled with pink blood bubbles from his mouth, the color of the blood in the alveoli.

He still looked at his students.

Lan, on the other hand, looked down at him and slowly squatted down.

"Finally able to talk about it...... Teacher. ”

There is no need to hide anymore, there is no need to make yourself an iceberg again.

Lan En smiled with relief.