Alien Summoning System

Chapter 10

"Roar!"

The soldiers of the Bantu Empire took the lead in attacking, and the leading warrior rushed towards Zhuo Ao with steady steps. The huge sword in his hand drew a tragic arc in the air, and slashed at Zhuo Ao fiercely.

"Too weak!"

Seeing the Bantu fighters going forward, Zhuo Ao's eyes flashed an unspeakable disappointment. Although the murderous intent was heavy, this rampant and brutal fighting style could not put any pressure on Zhuo Ao at all.

With a light dodge, he deftly avoided the opponent's slash. With a turn of the spear, he wrapped his waist with a jade belt. The sharp point of the spear came out from under Zhuo Ao's waist like a poisonous snake, and went straight to the opponent's throat, threatening to capture him with one shot. The opponent's life.

"Ok?"

Seeing that the spear point was about to slit the opponent's throat, Zhuo Ao suddenly had a warning sign in his heart, he spun his body, the gun spun along with him, and it lay across his chest in the blink of an eye.

"Qiang~"

Amidst the ear-piercing clanging of gold and iron, a large sword slashed fiercely on the gun shaft. The huge force caused the gun shaft to form a bow-shaped semi-arc deeply inward.

"Humph!"

Zhuo Ao snorted coldly, shook his arms, and the body of the gun suddenly trembled, bounced off the opponent's big sword, and was about to pursue him, when the fierce wind rushed towards him, but the No.3 warrior had already killed him, forcing Zhuo Ao Ao had no choice but to give up the pursuit. With a flick of the spear in his hand, he deflected the opponent's sword. He followed the gun and dodged to the opponent's back. The big sword was swept away, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the leading soldier had already returned. Without a word, the huge sword slashed in the air, and another wave of attacks.

For a moment, the metal and iron clashed continuously in the field, and the sword wind danced wildly. Zhuo Ao blocked from left to right, and the shadow of the gun trembled wildly, but he was always on the defensive. .

These people have been in battle for a long time. Although their moves are full of flaws, they cooperate with each other tacitly. One person attacks and the other prepares. Ao was too tired to deal with it, unable to fight back at all, and at the same time saw the power of the army for the first time.

If you fight alone, none of the ten people in front of you is Zhuo Ao's all-in-one enemy, but the ten people teamed up, using this seemingly simple method to integrate the strength of the ten people into one, forming a terrifying offensive, Unexpectedly, Zhuo Ao felt like facing an endless tide.

"嗤啦~"

During the fierce battle, Zhuo Ao's negligence was instantly captured by the opponent. The big sword left a hideous wound on Zhuo Ao's body, and the crimson blood instantly infected the front of his clothes, causing bursts of exclamations.

"Oh! God, I want to return my bet!" Old Jack held his forehead in pain, looked at Zhuo Ao who was like a boat in a storm, and felt his heart was bleeding, but at this moment, no one Will pay attention to him, everyone's eyes are attracted by the battle in the field.

Zhuo Ao has experienced so many battles since time travelling, maybe he can't even count them, but this one is definitely the strongest opponent he has ever faced in his life. The non-stop but continuous offensive plunged Zhuo Ao into an unprecedented bitter battle, and death kept passing by. For a person with a weak will, perhaps the feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife this time is enough to make him collapse , but Zhuo Ao miraculously persevered under the attack like a sea wave, and if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that Zhuo Ao's eyes not only did not show the slightest decadence or fatigue because of such a predicament , but faintly exuded an unspeakable excitement.

That is the look of a peerless swordsman when he meets an even-matched opponent. Facing the oppression of a powerful enemy, not only is he not at all discouraged, but he becomes more and more courageous. Zhuo Ao's eyes give people such a feeling. Unfortunately, There were countless spectators at the scene, but no one could notice this, but with the ups and downs of the battle, there were bursts of screams and crazy shouts one after another.

"Tell me your name, young warrior!" Hanke said to Zhuo Ao who was not far away in a slightly gasping but formal voice. Although the Bantu Empire soldiers had the upper hand from the beginning of the battle, but Maintaining such a high-intensity attack is definitely a severe test for their physical strength. Even Hanke feels that this battle is more exhausting than a partial frontal battle with the most elite troops of the Aolong Empire.

This man, known as the Beastmaster, not only has superb fighting skills, but also seems to have an almost instinctive sensitivity to crises. He can avoid the most deadly attacks every time, and that pervasive attack method, Several times they almost disrupted their attack rhythm, and it was the first time that Hank realized the horror of infantry spears.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Zhuo Ao gasped, confronting Hanke ten people tit for tat, one person against ten people, but he didn't feel alone at all, instead it gave people a feeling of two armies confronting each other .

"I, Hanke Bandeno, am just asking you as a soldier. This is our Bantu Empire's respect for warriors." Hanke solemnly lowered the huge sword in his hand vertically, making a strange gesture. posture.

"Zhuo Ao." Zhuo Ao had a rare solemn look on his face, pointing at the spear in his hand, clasped his fist with his left hand and said, this is the etiquette among ancient war generals in previous TV dramas.

"Come on, only one of you and I can walk out of this Colosseum, let me see, it belongs to the pride of soldiers." Without too much nonsense, there is no intermission in the Colosseum, after slightly adjusting his breathing, Zhuo Ao put the gun With a flick, he pointed at the sky, and the scorching sun shone on his body. Combined with that astonishing fighting spirit, it made people feel like a mountain.

"Okay!" Hank yelled, and still took the lead in attacking. The giant sword drew a constant arc, and struck down again with a tragic breath.

Facing the sword that was rushing towards his face, Zhuo Ao did not choose to dodge, but with a flick of the spear in his hand, he stabbed straight at the brightest point of the sword light.

Point the gun at the sky!

With a kind of crazy toughness, Zhuo Ao stabbed at the strongest point in Han Ke's sword light, and the strongest often also represented the weakest.

Facing Zhuo Ao's head-on shot, Hanke raised his brows, faintly feeling that something was wrong, but the two sides shot with all their strength, and there was no time to think about it. With more strength, it seemed to gather all the strength of the whole body into this sword among.

"Ding~"

When the gun points collided, fierce sparks rubbed in the air, and the ear-piercing hum made the audience in front of the stands feel a burst of tinnitus and heartbeat.

Hanke's fierce slash was stopped by Zhuo Ao abruptly, his body shook slightly, his face flushed for a while, when he looked at Zhuo Ao, he found that the opponent did not stop because of the impact, but instead borrowed the force of the impact, the spear point One turn, stabbing Hank in the back.

What is he doing?
A momentary daze appeared in Hanke's mind, because the shot had lost its aim and could not cause any harm to himself. Instead, it would reveal a huge flaw. Is he crazy?
However, the sharp wind sounded next to his ears, which changed Hanke's expression greatly, and the faint uneasiness in his heart suddenly became stronger, and he instinctively let out a stern roar: "No!"

"Pfft~"

The cold spearhead easily slit the throat of another soldier, and hot blood sprayed on Hank's face like a fountain.

kill!

Hanke's eyes turned red, and he dragged his hands hard, slashing at Zhuo Ao's waist.

With one blow, Zhuo Ao broke his spear and plunged into the ground. With the rebound force from the gun barrel, he jumped into the air, and his right knee hit a soldier hard in the face.

The warrior still maintained the posture of slashing forward, with an angry madness on his face, but he turned his head backward at a strange angle, and at the same time, his burly body flew sideways like a sandbag, knocking the two warriors together. Flying, Zhuo Ao took advantage of the situation and landed, using his right leg as the axis, his left leg turned 180 degrees in the air with terrifying force, and smashed hard on the back of another soldier's head.

"click~"

Amid the terrifying sound of bone shattering, half of the soldier's head shattered like a watermelon, and with inertia, he knocked Han Ke who had turned around and flew away.

With a sweep of the spear, he easily forced back the remaining four soldiers who had lost the support of their comrades in arms. Zhuo Ao stood proudly holding his gun, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. In this cruel world where the strong prey on the weak, as a fighter who cannot even make decisions about his own freedom, he has no right to show mercy to anyone, and what he can give them is the upright friendship among fighters. Fighting, either you die, or I die.

"Put your tears away, this is a battlefield, the enemy will not give you a chance to grieve!" As the leader of this ten-man team, Hanke's psychological quality is much stronger, he stopped the sadness in his heart, stood up again, He looked at Zhuo Ao who stood proudly facing the wind with hatred.

Following Hanke's words, the others gradually recovered and gathered around Hanke again. As soldiers who had survived a hundred battles, they were used to seeing life and death, but saying goodbye to others in this way made them feel unwilling and looked at Zhuo Apart from a trace of sadness in the arrogant eyes, there is more boundless anger.

"This is interesting!" A cold smile flashed in Zhuo Ao's eyes, and he said with a loud smile, "Come again!"

"Roar~" With the roar of the soldiers of the Bantu Empire, the battle kicked off again. There was no so-called temptation or warm-up. Both sides directly pushed the battle to a fever pitch with the fiercest moves.

"Ding~" In the fierce sparks caused by the collision of the big sword and the long spear, the other two big swords cut at the waist, and Hanke grabbed Zhuo Ao's spear point, letting the sharp point of the spear rest in his hands Leave a hideous wound.

This time, the fighters of the Bantu Empire did not attack with that tidal wave. After losing three fighters, it was already very difficult to pose a threat to Zhuo Ao in such an attack. This time, they chose the ultimate Crazy tactics, the seven of them handed the strongest attack to Zhuo Ao at the same time, either you will die or I will die, abandoning all defenses, and in the end only the goal of beheading the opponent is left, completely sealing all Zhuo Ao retreat.

At this moment, the entire Colosseum fell into an unspeakable silence, only the sound of heavy breathing continued to resound throughout the Colosseum.

The pressure of death came with an unprecedented sense of suffocation, but at this moment Zhuo Ao's eyes were frighteningly cold and frighteningly bright. At that moment, an indescribable feeling was coming Under the strongest attack of the six Bantu Empire fighters, he rose from the bottom of his heart.

It was an indescribable feeling, Zhuo Ao's body twisted in a strange way in the dull silence, along the attack gap that should not exist in the eyes of others, with the heavy sword hard on his back , but the body passed Hanke by that impact.

Under this force, Shou who was holding the spear was torn into two halves, no matter how difficult it was to restrain Zhuo Ao's movements, the moment he passed by, the sharp point of the spear slit Han Ke's throat.

In the Colosseum, the frenzied roar of the Bantu Empire soldiers was already ear-piercing and fierce. After a while, the clash of weapons fell silent. Many spectators stood up from their seats in amazement, watching in disbelief. In the middle of the Colosseum, there was the only figure still standing. Under the breeze, that figure, like the gun in his hand, stood upright.

(End of this chapter)