Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

I have to say that the guys at the source level 6 have something. One of the four is a tall thug who is as hard as a rock. Even Roja's magic gloves are not easy to break his defense. The other's hands are hot and he was caught. If they live, they will be burnt to pieces, and the remaining two should have just been promoted, and they don't know any spells.

For such a combination of high attack and high defense, Roja's style of play is almost trading injuries for injuries. He sacrificed one hand to pinch the opponent's pair of fire palms, and the other hand's magic glove emerged, facing the opponent. The face was hit hard, and after knocking out the tricky guy, he broke the stone man's leg with a Muay Thai move that pinched his knees and elbows up and down.

"what---"

Another howl of a man with a broken leg rang out. Roja’s battle has achieved remarkable results so far, but he has also paid a heavy price. Now his clothes have been torn and tattered, one hand is full of blisters, and the other hand is full of blisters. Arms and knees were bloody.

Such a tragic situation made Alisa cry out in distress, but at the same time, it also scared the rest of Luke and Sean from going forward. Roja's red eyes swept over, and his bloody ghost immediately scared them Started shaking.

"Luo, Roja, we didn't want to trouble the Akat family, and we didn't want to, it was Brown who asked us to bring Alyssa!"

"Yes, we don't want to bully her anymore this year, it's true!"

Roja, who was already exhausted, blinked at the words of Sean and Luke. The black-haired boy did some reading comprehension, and nodded after a few seconds.

"Oh, so you are the ones who bullied my sister since childhood?"

"Eh? No, I, I..."

"Forget it, let's do this, you crawl out on the ground now, and I won't pursue this matter."

Roja pointed to the ground and smiled. The two looked at each other, and after a short hesitation, they immediately did as they were.

"Okay, let's climb!"

"I'll crawl out right away, you, you keep your word."

With Roja's acquiescence, the two started to crawl out of the room on all fours, but they didn't expect Roja behind him to violently attack. The boy saw the opportunity and kicked four feet in a row, directly breaking the legs of the two.

"Crack!"

"Ah! You, you!"

"Idiot, believe all this, think about it with your feet, will I let you two culprits go?"

Roja laughed mockingly with his arms drooping. In fact, he can no longer lift his hands and can only use his feet. He might not be able to fight these two dogs together, but luckily they were scared to death. Bravery, success was tricked by Roja.

"Oh, but now you can climb out, I won't chase anymore."

The black-haired boy raised the corners of his mouth and said this, and suddenly found that the expressions of the two people who fell to the ground and howled were not right, and at the same time Alisa's voice sounded.

"Be careful behind you!"

"Pfft!"

In desperation, Roja only had time to turn around, and a knife stabbed him in the stomach.

Chapter 43 must do

"Brother Roja!"

"Die! Die! Die for me!"

Silently rushing over from Roja's back was Brown, whose face was covered in blood. At this time, his handsome face was completely destroyed, many small stubbles were stabbed on his face, his towering nose collapsed, and his eyes were blood red. Crazy.

Damn it, your head smashed through the table, and you can still get up?

Roja underestimated the ability of source-level 6 to resist blows. He didn't expect Brown to survive the concussion so quickly, and he didn't expect him to be so vicious, stabbing himself in the back with a table knife silently.

A burst of scorching heat and pain followed, Roja's abdomen was pierced half of the blade by Brown who rushed up. At the critical moment, the boy used concentrated bursts to lock his abdominal muscles, and stretched out his hand to firmly hold the blade.

"You bastard, are you still alive?"

"Go to hell! I'm going to kill both of you!"

"Brother Roja!"

The bloody Brown roared wildly, pushing the table knife with all his strength with both hands, and Roja was also exerting force. The mana glove in his body was almost exhausted, and the mana glove was no longer on his hand. Dripping but motionless.

The golden pupils of the black-haired boy and Brown's green pupils looked at each other, one indifferent and the other fierce, and the life-and-death battle like a saw-saw began. As time passed, Roja's hands gradually began to shake.

The continuous fighting made his left hand severely burnt and unable to use it, his right elbow was also injured, his balanced breathing was broken, and the supply of magic essence in his body was also a little bit short. Compared with him, Brown was in a better state, although he was in a state of embarrassment. a little.

"Haha, you have no strength! Aren't you very powerful? Why can't you hold the knife?"

With a vicious smile on Brown's face, he gritted his teeth and exerted force again. The table knife was slowly pushed into the boy's belly millimeter by millimeter, and Roja's blood immediately gushed out and dripped to the ground again.

Brown, who had the upper hand, showed a smile on his bloodied face, almost certain of his victory, but he didn't notice the figure rushing behind him.

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Must, must help Brother Luo Ya!

Arisa thought so with her body trembling.

The current battle has reached the final stage. Roja and Brown are standing together and seeing each other. Eric Brown is crazy in Alisa's eyes. He really wants to kill Roja, even if he will be buried with him.

I have to help my elder brother whom I love, but how should I do it?

Although Alisa is a bloodline person, she is too young. So far, the source level is still 7, and even if it is a low level, source level 7 is far different from source level 6, not to mention that Alisa is still a girl.

The difference in combat power is too big, so big that Alisa can even ignore it, but is there really nothing to do?

No, there is.

There is a kind of props invented by human beings since ancient times, which can greatly increase their combat power, called weapons.

The silver-haired girl looked at the table knife stained with her own blood with a pale face, and her body swayed uncontrollably.