Abyss Express

[Part ① three lives are not enough to kill]

When the hand-to-hand combat session is over, it comes to the bloody and cruel link of fighting with weapons.

The old butler Edward walked to G117 and whispered instructions.

"Don't play with your life."

"Oh roar?" Xue Ming was grinning, "When you threw me into the ring, you asked me, a rookie, to face thirteen thugs, did you ever think that you would kill someone?"

Edward's words flickered, and he stopped arguing with words. He just kept asking questions, and couldn't figure out many things.

"Where are you sacred?"

Xueming: "You guess?"

Edward: "Why did Mary have this general, but was killed by the eldest sister of the Nameless?"

According to the characteristics of the opponents in memory, Xue Ming counted them one by one: "Leonardo, that trash can't protect the mistress, and he was blown up by the enemy in just one face-to-face encounter. Intending to make an enemy of the Nameless, when Mary Stuart was planning to recruit station warriors, and had unrealistic fantasies about these sworn enemies, I ran away."

"All in all, let's give these distinguished guests a bit of a slap in the face. It's best not to kill anyone." Edward didn't ask any more questions, but just persuaded them earnestly.

"Go to work, the arbitrator." Xue Ming urged, wanting the next opponent to come on stage quickly and suffer death.

She has no mercy for these criminals. Boxing and kicking kung fu is just a small game for physical fitness. If you really use weapons, it is like a sword without eyes and life and death are unpredictable.

The next opponent is already on the stage.

The shining knives are lined up in a row, and the weapon rack has been pushed onto the ring, and the two contestants are asked to choose a suitable short knife.

Xue Ming chose the simplest fighting knife.

Her opponent was a diminutive, seemingly eighteen-year-old, from the [Iranian boy] camp.

It's a big boy, only 171 centimeters, and he seems to be stunted due to not being exposed to the sun all year round.

There was a fierceness in the child's eyes, he was not afraid of anything, like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. Let's have a touch with G117.

He already had several lives in his hands. Before he joined [Iranian Boy], he was a professional assassin in prison, specializing in vendetta killings for various gangs.

He chose a clawed scimitar, which was his most convenient weapon.

The two came to the ring and stood still——

— said the old butler Edward immediately.

"Let's fight!"

The Iranian boy's assassin immediately strode forward and was attacking with a knife in his hand.

His steps are nimble, and he wants to be the first to force G117 to go to the southwest corner of the ring.

At the moment when the soldiers met, the blades of the two did not touch.

Xue Ming stared at the kid's shoulders and elbows, and didn't intend to retreat. She held a knife in her left hand, and most of the close-point fights with the enemy's right hand fell in the air. They were attacking and dodging at the same time. , never to intercept the opponent's knife line.

After the two trial rounds were over, Xue Ming immediately changed into a strange posture holding both hands.

That is the posture of the forehand of the left arm facing the right, and the right hand tightly grasping the wrist bone of the left arm.

Husband didn't understand this gesture of holding a knife: "What is she going to do?"

Little Xingxing explained: "That's her standard fighting posture. To deal with hook claw machetes, straight blades are not powerful enough. Claw knives can use the ring at the end of the knife to switch between forehand and backhand, which is very flexible - my elder sister prepares Use strength to overcome cleverness"

Before Xing Xing finished speaking.

A sharp steel explosion erupted from the arena.

The tentative stabs that were originally not touching each other have turned into fierce fighting and slashing.

The Iranian boy became more and more frightened as he fought, his hands felt numb, as if the opponent changed his posture and then changed another person, his brisk steps became thick and powerful, and when he stepped forward to send a chop, it was better than his step to dodge The distance range should be one point larger, a little more.

It just so happens that there is only a little more, and it is impossible to avoid it, and it is impossible to attack while dodging.

It's all just because of the change of the central axis of the body——

——It's all just because of the center of gravity changing like a pendulum movement after holding the sword in both hands.

He had to give up the advantage of single wielding, and use both hands to adapt to this attack rhythm like his opponent!

From the beginning of switching stances, Xue Ming just did a very simple thing. Her stepping attack rhythm was thick and powerful, and each time she sacrificed her life, she became more ruthless and heavier each time.

In this kind of offensive link where the wingspan and height are dominant, it seems that it will always be her turn.

The moment the opponent showed a slight decline, it can be seen from the cold sweat that broke out suddenly on his face, and the nerve reflex that his eyes were out of focus.

The enemy has been unable to lock the murder weapon in her hand.

The saber is so upright, in the eyes of Iran Tong, it is like hiding the six-foot-long short blade in front of his chest, turning into a strange metal wire the size of a shiny silver toothpick!

It is very difficult for him to judge the distance between this weapon and his own face, and he can only judge the sign of the attack coming in the next fight by the stepping sound when the opponent suddenly activates it.

It took almost five seconds to repeat four times like this.

The hook claw scimitar was snatched by Xue Ming, and Edward had not had time to stop it.

The opponent's will to fight has not completely collapsed. At the moment of wrist bone pain, Iranian boy saw G117's movement of raising his wrist and pinching the stem of the knife, and immediately fought back. Thumb still in the ring of the claw blade, there is still a chance to win!

He suddenly tried to break free from the grip, dragging the knife and twisting his wrist to regain control of the weapon.

However, a life-threatening silver light flashed by, and brilliant blood sprayed out from the brat's forearm and trapezius muscle.

He was severely wounded twice, his breathing was heavy, but he couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly, he only knew how to fight back.

Immediately afterwards, there were three vicious stabs and cuts. Xue Ming followed the direction of the weak hook claw machete attack, cut open the boy's wrist and elbow, and pierced through the armpit.

Blood burst out from the Iranian boy's body like a spinning faucet.

He was almost tied up like a rag doll, every wound on his body was not a fatal wound, and almost every knife missed a vital point.

He looked at the armpit in surprise, the stabbing action was like a nail, driven into the body by a hammer, and then pulled out with a ruthless twist—the rotten flesh and blood that came out seemed horrific. , but did not hurt the lungs.

His right arm had completely lost its fighting power, and he only felt a strong sense of humiliation, and roared towards G117.

"You look down on me? Do you look down on me?! Come to the point! Kill me!"

Edward was just about to call a stop, ready to announce the result of the contest.

The Iranian boy raised his right arm, switched the weapon to his left, and let out a horrific roar at the referee.

"I haven't given up yet! I haven't given up yet!"

Before the words fell, he only felt the strong wind blowing against his face!

——That woman stepped up and sprinted with a knife to claim her life!

He raised his knife to fight, but he cracked his wrist bone with a powerful fist fist. As soon as the claw knife flew away, he was grabbed by G117!

The audience in the audience almost widened their eyes, and then covered their eyes for a moment, not daring to watch the cruel scene.

This is the time of execution, the time of disintegration of the flesh.

I only heard the horrifying notes of the rustling of skin and flesh, but there was no whistling when steel and bones rubbed against each other.

These dozens of knives went down, because the knives avoided the vital points. When Edward's housekeeper called to stop, the Iranian boy was like a shooting target. He was stabbed about twenty times while standing, and six times when he was kneeling. In the end, he was paralyzed to the ground, and the soft flesh on his back was also separated layer by layer.

There were six more holes in his neck, and the carotid artery and trachea were not damaged by a single knife.

Thirty-three holes were found in his torso, the internal organs were intact, and all the muscles and tendons were broken.

His two legs almost turned into a honeycomb shape, like a blood man.

The eldest sister was covered in blood, her face was also covered in blood, and her hair was dyed even redder by the blood.

She dropped the knife and talked to Edward.

"Next."

[Part② Battle Master]

Iran Boy's Assassin Kid is back to normal after first aid.

He almost died, just a little bit, his brain shut down due to excessive blood loss, the staff of the medical team poured Mrs. Bai's products on him first, and the little nurse almost passed out from fright when she stripped the boy's clothes—— Under this brutal and primitive first aid technique, the incision almost grew together with the cotton fibers.

The density and depth of the wound far exceeded the imagination of the medical staff, but no key functional organs were harmed.

Xue Ming urged, facing the repeater: "Next, next, next."

Edward was persuading, very hard.

"Wait, wait, people from the Tanaka group are selecting samurai—don't worry, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry."

The old butler looked at the bloody battle madman, and suddenly felt unreal.

Where did this come to the prison to find a backer? She is here to rule Hedland!

From the start of the competition to the defeat of Iran Tong, only ten minutes have passed. The specific battle time should be no more than one hundred seconds.

G117 was steaming all over his body, his face and body were covered with blood, and he didn't intend to wipe it off, but just kept shouting "next".

[Tanaka Group] is a very traditional Japanese war gang. After watching the previous competitions, the samurai all showed fear on their faces.

After only a few breaths, a well-dressed man came out from the neat line.

He and his colleagues speak Japanese in his hometown.

"Your Excellency Tanaka, everyone who has been fighting in Hedland, this battle, this demon, I will defeat this demon!"

Tanaka Ichiro, the leader of the Tanaka group, was very moved. He held the hand of the dead man, his old body trembling uncontrollably, and he almost shed tears.

"Mr. Hanagata, please! We don't allow anyone to tarnish the pride of our Hedland Thirteen War Gang!"

"Jian! Come on!"

"Brother Hanagata! Come on! Come on!"

"Mr. Amuro!" Huaxing Jian was quite surprised, feeling flattered, because a friend handed over a family heirloom sword: "I can't accept such a precious treasure."

Mr. Amuro, a member of the cabinet of the Tanaka group, made a serious matter, knelt down with the warrior and begged, holding the sword with both hands.

"If it doesn't come in handy at this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life! Mr. Hanagata!"

"Yes! Brother Huagata!" Little Xingxing had already run into the Japanese camp at some point, speaking in a pure Dazuo accent: "Maybe only you can stop her!"

No one cared where the girl's family came from, and the atmosphere in the Tanaka group became heavy for a while.

Little Xingxing doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and he keeps cheering for the enemy.

"An expert in combat! The sharp blade that kills ghosts and gods! The hopes of the whole village are pinned on you! Ken Hanagata! You can definitely do it! This is Mr. Amuro, and the bond between the entire Tanaka group and you! Bonds and friendship can Conquer everything!"

Little Xingxing waved his hands to boost morale and release all enthusiasm.

"Have you seen that bloodthirsty and warlike demon king? The brave draws his blade to the strong! Mister Hanagata!"

"The brave draw their swords to the strong?" Huaxingjian chewed on the meaning of this sentence. The literary workers in the small East Asian cultural circle are all fans of Lu Xun. How could he, a Japanese, not have heard of this sentence.

"You're right! Girl! You're right!"

The swordsman took Mr. Amuro's sword and walked slowly towards the stage.

"My dear friends, my countrymen! Don't worry! I'll come as I go!"

Draw your sword at a fixed pace and put on a fighting posture.

When he appeared on the stage, he earned enough attention.

The samurai threw away the scabbard and spoke to G117.

"Wuxiang Tianliu - on the flower-shaped ginseng."

Enthusiastic applause erupted under the arena. Even Mr. Husband was inexplicably proud of the bravery of this warrior. Pig's head, or like an Iranian boy, it can be directly turned into a cake full of holes.

Xue Ming tilted his head, looked over his opponent's body, and looked at Little Xingxing in the Tanaka team.

"Are you serious?"

Little Xingxing yelled loudly in Japanese: "You bitch! What nonsense are you talking about! Now I am in the same camp as the brothers from the Tanaka group!"

To be honest, if it weren't for Meteor's two voices, it is estimated that the Tanaka team could not find a suitable opponent.

The will to fight is very important in the process of the knight competition. The performance of the eldest sister in the first few games is very shocking. What should I do if no opponent is willing to go on stage?

Xue Ming went straight to the weapon rack and took a four-foot-long steel mace.

"Damn! Don't underestimate me! You bastard!" Hua Xingjian held a knife in both hands and shouted sharply: "Do you want to use that kind of thing without a sharp edge to defeat me? Do you think that rough iron bar! Is it against the sword in my hand?"

"I think you don't understand at all." It was rare for Xueming to talk more, she weighed the mace in her hand, and pointed to the arbitrator Edward next to her: "If the old housekeeper asked me to save your life, what do you think?" I will choose this thing?"

"Mr. Edward! Old Mr. Edward!" Hua Xingjian said solemnly: "Please let my opponent bring her famous sword and sword to fight with me!"

Edward imitated Xue Ming's tone: "I advise you to be kind."

But Huaxingjian started to get angry like a child: "No way! No way! This is fucking not allowed!"

Immediately afterwards, he spoke to Edward in an ultra-quiet, ultra-subtle whisper.

"If I'm defeated by this iron rod! I won't have the face to go back!"

When the stage was full of quarrels, the little assassin of the Iranian boy had already woken up.

He didn't even know how he survived. Hearing the quarrel on the stage and looking at the knife in Mr. Hanagata's hand, he suddenly laughed for no reason.

"Oh, it looks like the real thing."

In the end, Xue Ming changed to a two-handed sword.

This size is also chosen according to the reforged wand, which is her best weapon.

She held the standard upright posture with both hands, and her whole body leaned slightly forward, with a strong sense of attack, a posture that would shake the sword and stab straight at the killing throat at any time.

Mr. Huagata is holding a knife in a low position, constantly changing positions, trying to find a breakthrough from the opponent's changing pace.

If unarmed combat is a competitive game in which you come and go, using the relatively gentle attack power of your fists and feet to decide the winner.

In the fighting between short knives, it only depends on the unity of hands and eyes, matching the pace and body skills to compete with the speed of reaction.

When it comes to the decisive round of standard weapons, it is just like the battle process of traditional soldiers. If the difference in strength is too large, the whole process will be very fast, and it only takes one round to decide the winner.

Huaxing holds the knife and walks on the right, and must actively attack with the center of gravity of the right hand. There are three steps of sprinting in the knife posture, and the power is huge——

——The effect of active attack is very good, at least before touching the enemy, it is very beautiful, almost supernormal.

The slashing movement from the top right to the bottom left is done neatly and naturally in one go. The tendons and blade posture of the knife are straight. If you want to prevent this knife, you may lose your balance.

Thinking of this, he continued to move forward and continue to increase his strength, desperately slashing and killing.

I saw G117 turning around with his sword in hand, carrying the fierce slash with his entire back, the sharp blade hit the slope of the epee, and the dancing posture that seemed to be spinning and stepping released all the attacking power.

Little Xingxing: "It's over."

The offensive and defensive changes in an instant. G117 came to the kill position.

That was the moment when Mr. Hanakata staggered forward, lowered his head and grabbed the out-of-control weapon.

That was the moment when G117 raised the sword above his head with both hands in response to the negative sword parry move, and was about to drop the sword for a split second.

In the eyes of others, it was like a wild dog in embarrassment who fell to the ground, but when he turned around, he saw that the hunter had raised his butcher knife.

Butler Edward still didn't have time to stop this time.

The epee changed its attacking route, and slashed at the neck, cutting through half of Hua Xingjian's torso!

Blood splashed out like a fountain!

The eldest sister kicked Mr. Hanagata in the chest, and finally pulled out the big sword.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

She urges! It's just that this time it's not urging the next enemy.

"He's leaking! The spleen is leaking! Quick!"