I Will Be The Crowned King

Almost in an instant, the middle-aged man who noticed the captain's fall did not change his face, stretched his left hand to the inside of his shirt, and at the same time leaned back on the sofa, and rolled under the long table without hesitation.

"Boom!"

In the next second, the bayonet that had just pierced the captain's throat was firmly nailed to the wall at the end of the sofa; the middle-aged man lying under the long table looked at the "humming" handle of the knife in shock, and his forehead was stunned. A drop of cold sweat was shed.

If you just hesitated for a second or jumped directly at the other party, it is not the wall of the box that you have been nailed through!

The middle-aged man who escaped the catastrophe did not hesitate at all. He held the revolver in his arms and moved towards the other end of the long table facing the box door, trying to distance himself from Anson who rushed through the door.

But at this moment, he looked through the bottom of the table and found another figure standing outside the door!

If they distanced themselves, the other two would be able to fire into the door without worrying about the safety of their companions, and they, who were locked in the box, had no room to resist before the bullets on the opposite side were fired.

"clang!"

The slender wooden walking stick blocked the sabers that fell on the face, making the sound of metal collision.

Looking at the inexplicably familiar style of the saber and the military uniform under the coat of the figure in front of him, the surprised middle-aged man blurted out:

"You are an officer of the Wang Family Army?!"

The answer to him was another cunning slash, and the icy blade stabbed the middle-aged man in the face like a poisonous snake.

The moment he realized that he couldn't dodge, the middle-aged man immediately raised his cane to parry.

The crisp collision sound was like a musical note playing hurriedly in the spacious box, and the middle-aged man who was struggling to support kept parrying; the attack of the man in front of him was so fast and tricky that he could not even find the space and room for counterattack.

"clang!"

It was another tricky knife from a distance. The blade that hit the center of the stick shook the middle-aged man's arm and almost missed the only weapon.

But Anson didn't give him any room to relax, waving his saber immediately bullied him, and his left hand, which had always been behind him, grabbed the handle of the cane.

"Fuck!"

As the middle-aged man slid backwards to dodge, a dazzling silver-white sword glow bloomed from the cane sword.

Cane sword? !

"Accidental?!"

Noticing the stunned flash in An Sen's eyes, the middle-aged man with the corners of his mouth twitched immediately, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at An Sen's throat.

An Sen, who threw away the cane, immediately retreated to dodge, and the blade in his hand seemed to become flustered.

opportunity!

Seizing the momentary gap, the middle-aged man immediately started aggressively attacking An Sen. The constantly stabbing sword tip came like a violent storm, causing An Sen, who had nowhere to escape, to keep dodging and blocking.

Every attack was like a fatal blow that could lead him to bleed on the spot, and every attack was unfortunate enough to be parried or evaded.

The more the thin figure dodges, the more the middle-aged man is full of attack.

"Boom!"

Anson, who was retreating, was dragged by the captain's body and staggered. He slammed into the door heavily, nearly falling and locking his "companion" out of the door.

The bright-eyed middle-aged man rushed forward, kicked away the captain's body, and smashed An Sen's blade with his cane sword, then stabbed straight ahead.

An Sen, who almost fell, had nowhere to run, and stared blankly as the sword tip stabbed straight into his throat.

But at this moment, the smashed blade was forcibly held back by An Sen, as if alive until the middle-aged man's chest.

And the blade of the saber is one-third longer than the cane sword!

The middle-aged man finally realized the moment before he was pierced by the tip of the sword. The tip of the sword was forcibly twisted into a blow and swept away, only rubbing the lapel of An Sen's coat, tearing a hole in it.

With no time to think about it, he stepped sideways and pulled out the gun in his left hand, which was always hidden under his coat.

"clang!"

The tip of the knife that was stabbed suddenly rose, and the blood-stained revolver and the middle-aged man's index finger flew into the air.

Pfft!

The next second, the middle-aged man, who was pressed against his throat by the tip of the knife, watched helplessly as half of his fingers and the accompanying gun fell to the ground.

"Talented?"

The middle-aged man's expression was extremely ugly, and his icy eyes stared at An Sen's face: "I didn't expect a dignified royal army officer who inherited the power of blood to become an assassin..."

"Should I be honored or ashamed?"

An Sen, who was silent, narrowed his eyes and stabbed forward with his right hand holding the hilt of the knife.

Right at this moment...

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged man who had been "captured by hand" suddenly raised his **** left hand, and just before the blade was about to penetrate his chest, he firmly grasped the handle of the knife!

An Sen, who was slightly startled, exerted a little force, but found that the tip of the knife seemed to be nailed into granite, and it did not move at all.

"Accidental?"

The middle-aged man sneered... This is the second time he said this sentence:

"Young man, I guess the person who taught you the power of bloodline should have told you that the conditions for the activation of different kinds of bloodline power are completely different..."

"For some special types, the conditions are even very harsh!"

"clang!"

The saber clenched in his hand was taken away by the middle-aged man, and it was nailed to the wall as an afterimage.

The next second, the middle-aged man wielding a cane and sword swooped at the unarmed Ansen.

An Sen, who was tensed all over, moved to the right suddenly, and the dazzling sword light swept across his cheek like an arrow from a string.

The middle-aged man who stabbed and stabbed abruptly stood firm, and suddenly raised his slender right leg like a knight's sword, drawing it towards An Sen's chest with incomparable precision.

An Sen, who didn't have time to dodge, didn't even have time to parry, the whole person was kicked from one end of the box to the other; the leaping figure tumbled over the dining table, and the delicate coffee table was instantly left in a mess.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the embarrassed An Sen struggled to sit in front of the wall of the box. The pain was so painful that he trembled all over his body, and it evoked some not so "beautiful" memories of him.

It's just that this time, it's a little different from last time...

Seeing that An Sen was having trouble getting up for a while, the sneering middle-aged man waved his cane sword and slowed his approach.

Since this assassin is "stupid" to a one-on-one duel, then he will satisfy his wish!

An Sen, who was slumped on the ground, lowered his head, panting motionlessly, only his shoulders trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man standing in front of him pressed the cane and sword against An Sen's chest like an executioner.

"puff!"

The middle-aged man who raised his sword was shocked all over~www.readwn.com~ His unbelievable gaze slowly fell.

The bayonet nailed to the wall pierced through his neck at some point.

An Sen, who still lowered his head, still kept his left hand in a posture of throwing the bayonet.

Pfft!

The middle-aged man knelt down in front of An Sen, his left hand trembling slightly and reaching for the throat pierced by the bayonet, but the distance from the palm to the handle of the knife seemed to be an insurmountable moat.

"For some special categories, the conditions are even very harsh..."

Anson, who was talking to himself, slowly got up, and while looking at the middle-aged man who was still struggling, he took out a gun from behind, the dark muzzle stuck into his coat and pressed against his heart:

"What a coincidence."

"I actually know quite a bit about this special kind of bloodline power!"