But eventually, Duckley's dry throat rolled up and down, and he clenched his sword.

Maybe it's because he knows he can't escape the witcher's tracking, or maybe it's because he has the idea that Lan is bluffing and wants to scare himself away.

None of these reasons matter.

Anyway, Duckley's eyes were red, and he picked up his enchanted longsword and slowly approached Lanen.

"Ahh Lan En withdrew his outstretched left hand and tilted his head.

"You've chosen a path that makes it easy for me."

This is a bluff!

Duckley constantly emphasized this to himself inwardly.

I saw through him! See through!

Now that you have chosen to do it, you must give yourself confidence and courage, even if it is false.

That's why so many warriors use symbolic rituals such as battle cries, tattoos, and totems.

Because mentality can greatly affect people's physical fitness, technology, and tactical thinking, a good attitude is certainly much better than a negative mentality.

Duckley's bean-sized beads of sweat were already rolling down his forehead, but even if they slipped into his eyes, he didn't dare to blink at all under the heart-piercing sting.

Just staring motionlessly, at every move of Lanen.

He should still use the kind of sharp twisting motion just now, otherwise the sword would not be able to swing quickly at all.

Duckley's eyes swept over Lane's arm, as well as the Turbidity Current, which he held in his hand.

At this inevitable moment, all the fighting experience and the past of the battle in the first half of his life were desperately recalled.

These things, which are enough to be called 'combat intelligence' to some extent, make Duckley's mind quick and his mind flexible.

That kind of violent swordsmanship is actually very slow, and you can only rely on prediction if you want to hit it.

Levin didn't die from the witcher's mighty power, he died because he was too stupid! The battle intent is too easy to understand!

Duckley looked at the corpse beside Lan that had been smashed in the head by the enchanted shield in his hand.

He doesn't make and can't make that kind of mistake.

In the distance, the witcher really picked up the big terrifying sword on his shoulder again, and put on a posture that was ready to attack.

Duckley moved more and more cautiously, keeping his tactical intentions from being understood.

But just when Duckley was still more than four meters away from Lanne.

There was a 'whew' of air flowing, and the [turbidity current] that Lan En had been carrying on his shoulders stirred the air.

And in Duckley's horrified eyes, the dark and heavy sword flew directly past him!

The witcher threw the sword

In an instant, Duckley's mind went blank.

This was not frightened, but because the situation had developed completely beyond his expectations.

Why. How so?

The experience of fighting, the past of fighting in the first half of his life, all of these tactical scenario presets that combine to play a role are all on that terrifying sword.

In this purgatory, Lane has done so many things with [Turbidity] that no one can forget, so much so that all of Duckley's attention is related to this dark and heavy sword.

Heavy footsteps, followed by the whistling of the great sword.

It was the footsteps of the witcher, and Duckley was hairy almost instantly!

In a state of near-survival instinct, he immediately moved sideways, and used his toes to pick up the enchanted shield lying next to the corpse on the ground.

After all of this, he had time to use his peripheral vision to skim in the direction of the witcher.

Lanne's speed had slowed to that of a normal person's jogging, and at the same time, his left hand gripped the hilt of the long knife at his waist.

Duckley immediately recalled the scene when the witcher used this long knife to cast 'magic' and chop many people with one sword.

But he definitely can't use it now, and the magic of witchers depends on physical strength and vitality.

Duckley breathed a sigh of relief, although all the previous tactical presets had failed at the previous moment, but now there was no big mistake.

The enchanted shield and long sword in his hand formed an extremely stable combination of sword and shield, and the security was even higher than before.

The basic physical fitness of witchers has become not much different from ordinary people, and some fight!

Duckley affirmed himself in his heart.

Immediately, he pressed the shield in his hand forward, preparing to deal with Lan En with the idea of a standard sword and shield soldier against a one-handed sword.

But, again, a split second

"Poof!"

A short, cold light of black mist bloomed from Lan En's right back.

The light, which seemed to be massless, flashed across Duckley's neck in an instant in Lane's hand.

The keel dagger spun into a brilliant spun on Lan's right hand, and was then inserted back into the scabbard at the back of his waist.

Lan En's left hand, on the other hand, only held the hilt of the Sword of the Lake Maiden from beginning to end, and never meant to pull it out.

"You're courageous."

Lan En stopped from the speed of an ordinary person's jogging and said with a slight gasp.

"How dare you ignore a warrior - the knife on my body?"

Lan En turned his head and looked at Duckley's back, the expression on his face was all interpreting a sentence: How dare you?

Duckley couldn't answer anymore.

His legs and knees went limp, and he fell to his knees in the mud with a 'snap'.

And on his throat, a horizontal opening, as well as his mouth, began to gush thick blood at the same time.

'trickling' trickled down the armor and finally fell to the ground.

His hand tried to lift up and cover the wound, as if that would stop the bleeding.

But this arm could not even lift the height of the chest, and could only hang down next to the leg armor in a weak sway.

Blood churned in his throat, making a 'roar' sound similar to thick phlegm.

Since this confrontation was thrown out of the [Turbidity Current], Lan En's physical performance has always been at the level of ordinary people.

But Duckley was still killed without resistance in this 'slow' rhythm.

It's a triumph of tactical thinking and pacing.

In fact, Lane didn't know exactly what Duckley's plan was at first. He did act cautiously, and not a single thought came out.

However, if I can't guess what you're thinking, I'll just let you follow my pace.

Since Lan En decisively threw out the [Turbidity Current], the development of things has completely become Lan En leading Duckley's thoughts.

It wasn't that Duckley ignored the knife on Lanne's body. He was an experienced executioner and murderer, and of course he knew that the warriors would prepare as many secondary weapons as possible, even a dagger could be lethal.

However, under Lan's misguided thinking and tactical layout, his mind was completely out of mind.

(End of chapter)