Destiny Thief

Chapter 47 Turbidity FlowⅤ

The veterans, or the rebels, all had serious expressions on their faces.

The young men of the Bandit Group were all amazed - almost no one thought that in just a few days, Glo's strength had advanced to this point by leaps and bounds.

Aside from Mr. Frode and his caravan buddies, the two groups quickly stood apart—just like a mandarin duck hot pot, the bandits are bandits, and the veterans are veterans.

Among the crowd, Miss Mage suddenly exclaimed "Huh", but her voice was so small that she didn't attract anyone's attention at all.She tugged at Scott's clothes beside her.

"Is it difficult to make a noise like that?" Radia pointed to the sword struck by Glo just now.

"It's hard."

"How difficult is it?"

Miss Mage tilted her head like a curious baby.

"Very difficult."

After being silent for a while, Scott found it difficult to find an accurate way to describe it, so he had to be perfunctory, "At least I'm still far away."

However, Scott didn't hang his head down because of this. He stared at the field, paying attention to every move that happened-the middle-aged man with the scar held his long knife flat, and made a state of inviting a duel.Then, when he strode out and swung the long knife, Glo moved, his figure flashed, and the shadow was too fast to see.

Scott rubbed his eyes, trying to capture the blurry picture - Glo's figure was like a hurricane, passing in front of the scarred middle-aged man, and in the narrow space in front of the two, there was a loud noise. There was a crisp sound of metal colliding and rubbing, and surging air burst out in all directions.

bang——

The bayonet followed the blade of the long knife and pointed straight at the middle-aged man's face.

"Belsa, be careful!"

A veteran in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.In fact, most people in the field could not see clearly the fighting situation between the two sides, but at that moment, the veteran discovered that a certain kind of air flow became violent and dense-there was a difference between a long knife and a bayonet.The point-shaped airflow belonging to the stabbing sword was like a violent storm, and after a few rounds, it had already gained the upper hand.

The sword just now caused the surrounding airflow to enter a state of complete chaos.

"What a powerful wind sword technique!"

The "bearded" among the veterans sighed quickly.Although the young man who fought fiercely with Bielsa belonged to the identity of the enemy, this did not prevent him from making an appreciative evaluation-[Blaster Sword Art], as the name suggests, raged like a strong wind passing through the border.The young man in front of him obviously has truly grasped the essence of [Blaster Sword Art].

Although they have now become hateful rebels, their former identities still allow them to possess extraordinary sword skills and knowledge. 【Blaster Swordsmanship】 itself is just a very common common swordsmanship on the mainland, but in the hands of that young man, the offensive is extremely sharp.

After about ten breaths, the scene in the field finally stopped, and the raging storm finally passed.The surrounding trees were swaying here and there, and the leaves were blown all over the ground. The bandit leader's bayonet hit the throat of the scarred middle-aged man. The veteran who failed in the duel lost his eyes and dropped the long knife on the ground.

"I lost!"

The outcome of the duel has been decided.Bielsa lowered his head, and the young man on the opposite side smiled slightly, just looking at him, but did not make any further movements.Behind him, those stout veterans with weathered faces completely lost their previous arrogant appearance, including the "whiskers", standing in place one by one, holding their breath with their eyes wide open - they never thought, the captain Bielsa, the charge captain who was born and died in the Sixth Eta War, led a bloody battle for three days and three nights in the Battle of Verdun, and killed countless Tarcia rangers, in such a short period of time, only passed After such a short round, unexpectedly, he lost.

Is this still the captain Bielsa who has survived many battles and has superb combat skills?
However, Captain Bielsa broke through to the [Awakening Realm] last year—could it be that the kid on the opposite side is even stronger than the captain?
Glo withdrew his rapier, and looked at his opponent. From the time they met to now, he hadn't exchanged a few words with the middle-aged man in front of him—but in Beidinogo, there was no need for a series of rules about duels. Much to say.

The loser retreats, or, continue to fight, and divide life and death!
Bielsa turned back to the crowd of his comrades-in-arms, his eyes were silent, but there was a complicated feeling in his heart-it was not that he hadn't tasted failure, but like this, from the beginning to the end, the whole battle process was overwhelmed by a young man. Complete suppression, but it was the real first time.

A young talent from a noble family?not like.Bielsa stared at Glo's face, which was clearly of eastern mountain descent, with sharp edges and corners like lion's claws.He suddenly felt that he was a little old.

Bielsa's gaze swept across the same young faces on the opposite side. He looked at Miss Fa, and after staring for a while, he issued an order to his comrades—an order to retreat.Now that the duel has been lost, it is obviously meaningless to keep the promise and stay here.

"Belsa?"

"Whiskers" tried to comfort him.

"fine."

Bielsa looked at the long knife in his hand, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

In the narrow mountain road, when he passed by the young bandit leader, the lips under his beard moved slightly, even touching the ugly scar on his cheek, "Wild wolf?"

In twos and threes, the veterans jumped over the jagged and protruding rocks and bushes in the forest, and disappeared in the shadow of the trees after a while.After seeing off these so-called "rebels", Glo's eyes immediately moved to the carriage——

The bandits gathered around and began to look at these well-made armors and shiny metallic weapons. Scott picked up a breastplate made of fine steel and stroked it carefully. A large sword was drawn out of the cargo that was carried out, and it kept gesticulating against the air.

"Your Excellency, thank you for your generosity! Holy Hui, may the grace of the Goddess be with you forever!"

Mr. Flood ran over. At this moment, he finally had the courage to thank this strange young man.On his fat face, a pair of small eyes rolled slowly. He was contemplating the words to recover the damage as much as possible—of course, it would be even better if there was no loss.

Noble gentlemen, they should not be interested in taking a fancy to his little gadget.

Frode secretly thought, he saw the blond lady following closely behind the leading young man, and soon another idea came to his mind—he ran back to the carriage he was riding in, and from the carriage, Zhang pulled out a small brass box with engraved patterns from under the soft-fur seat. After he took a bunch of keys from his belt, the box was opened.Frode quickly reached in and touched it with his fat hand.

"Your Excellency, this lady is so beautiful, only this necklace of blood pearls from overseas is enough to match."

Frode bowed his waist as thick as a wine barrel with difficulty, and said with a flattering smile, "Xiao Ke is just a small businessman, and he can't return much, so I will give this to you?"

After finishing speaking, Frode waved a string of invisible red beads in his hand so that the blond lady could see it.

"These are just some ordinary alchemy products."

Miss Radia made an appraisal quickly, accurately and mercilessly.Although Frode understands the beauty-loving nature of women and the importance of the public relations lady's route, he has no idea that this lady is, in essence, closer to a knowledgeable mage than a woman.

Glo sneered, staring at Frode's fat face, "Do you think I'm easier to talk to?"

(End of this chapter)