Shield Hero: My Fist Is Hard

A cold wind blows.

Accompanied by the sentence: But I am the weakest among the 10 of us!

At this moment, Kitamura Motoyasu was completely messed up in the wind, and his whole body was not good.

"The weakest still forces me to retreat again and again. I, the hero of the spear, don't want to lose face!"

Kitamura Motoyasu shouted crazily in his heart, his face was still extremely embarrassed.

"Well...well, what kind of skill did you have just now, that you can even compete with my lightning gun."

In the next second, Kitamura Motoyasu hurriedly changed the subject, at least to make himself less embarrassed.

"Just now, I didn't use any skills, just a simple jump and chop!"

Wordsworth scratched his head and said slowly, although he was wearing a grimace mask, but from his voice and movements, he could be identified as an honest and honest person.

It's just that the word 'jumping' kept echoing in Kitamura Motoyasu's mind, and he just wanted to scold her.

"Uh...you are indeed very strong. You have such strength just by jumping and chopping. If you use skills, the power is definitely more than that. I admit that you are qualified to be my opponent.

But Kitamura Motoyasu still insisted, after all, this is what he said, if he didn't save face, he would really be ashamed to face others.

"Don't worry, I don't know how to use skills yet, because our shield... Our boss said that with my strength to kill balloon monsters, it's better to lay a good foundation first."

Wordsworth's voice sounded again.

Hearing this, Kitamura Motoyasu petrified on the spot, finally couldn't bear 790, and roared: "What's the situation with your boss? Is there any misunderstanding of your strength? With your strength, how can it be difficult to kill the balloon monster? If you In this way, can I, a brave man, be on par with the Balloon Monster? Is there such a thing as insulting?"

It's no wonder that Kitamura Motoyasu is so excited, because Balloon Monster can be said to be one of the weakest monsters in this different world. Wordsworth's words, in his opinion, are simply a humiliation to himself.

"I'm not lying, the boss really said so, and my strength is indeed weak.

Wordsworth didn't seem to understand Kitamura Motoyasu's anger, speaking honestly.

Suddenly, Kitamura Motoyasu understood something. The guy in front of him was definitely not an honest person, but a sinister guy.

He was definitely the strongest among the 10 people in front of him. He deliberately said that he was the weakest, because he wanted to take this opportunity to disintegrate his will to fight and not fight against the defeated soldiers.

Thinking of this, Kitamura Motoyasu couldn't help but feel relieved, and his eyes once again exuded a sharp look: "Stop talking nonsense, come again, Meteor Gun!!!"

Kitamura Motoyasu immediately thrust the holy spear forward out of thin air, a total of five bursts of gun energy burst out, flying towards Wadsworth like meteors one by one.

Although the skill is still the same skill, Kitamura Motoyasu's [Meteor Gun] has a high proficiency level when used for a long time.

Those five (bjfa) shooting stars' were divided into upper, middle and lower three-way, directly locking Wordsworth.

The speed is fast, and there is no time to dodge.

Wordsworth didn't retreat, nor dodge it, he swung the huge sword in his hand like a door panel, and the sword in front of him seemed to become ten shields at this moment.

Boom boom boom!

[Meteor Gun] Boomed on the giant sword, making a strong explosion.

Even Wordsworth couldn't help taking a few steps back, feeling his arms go numb, anyway, [Meteor Gun] is Kitamura Motoyasu's ultimate move, and its power is still quite unfamiliar.

Seeing Wordsworth being forced back by himself, before Kitamura Motoyasu had time to be proud, he noticed a figure approaching quickly from the corner of his eye.

"Don't forget us!"

This person was Bell wearing a grimace mask. He jumped up and slashed down with the two short knives in his hands. It was also a simple jumping slash.

Kitamura Motoyasu responded in a timely manner, raising the holy spear in his hand, smelling the double knives blocking the attack, and feeling the force from the holy spear, he couldn't help but be elated.

"It's also jumping and chopping, but its strength is not strong. At least it is very different from that guy. As expected, that guy is the strongest among the 10 people, and he still wants to lie to me!

Kitamura Motoyasu decided in an instant that Wordsworth was the strongest.

It's just that the combat power is strong or weak, and it has no absolute relationship with pure strength.

Looking at the double knives that were blocked by him, the corners of Bell's mouth under the mask slightly raised, and using the double knives as a support point, he twisted his waist abruptly and kicked out.

Kitamura Motoyasu did not expect that a person could twist and change his attack method in mid-air.

When he was out of reach, Bell kicked him firmly in the face.

Kitamura Motoyasu was kicked a few meters away, nosebleeds sprayed into the air, and then fell heavily on the ground, where the shoe print on his face was clearly visible.

He was kicked into a bit of a daze, but he didn't immediately get up the scenes of his life that kept flashing through his mind.

Bell didn't stop there, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he galloped directly towards Kitamura Motoyasu.

"Master Motoyasu is in danger, let's take action!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Myne led the two female adventurers raised their hands together and began to chant.

Tear up~~~

At this moment, there seemed to be the sound of something being cut open.

Myne turned her head and saw that two female adventurers had been chopped down, it was a blond woman with a long sword and a grimace mask.

She is Irene, so naturally she won't let Myne and others take action at will and interfere with Bell.

After chopping down two more adventurers, Irene didn't stop for a moment, didn't even look at them, and rushed directly to Myne, swinging a sword.

"Damn it!"

Cursing inwardly, Myne pulled out her sword.

It has to be said that during this period of time, Myne's strength has made good progress.

Facing Irene's offensive, although he was extremely embarrassed, he still barely blocked the sword.

"Is this the strength of the king's first princess? Too weak!"

While speaking, Irene approached again and swung a sword.

"Pan~~~"

Myne held the sword in both hands and barely blocked it, but kept stepping back.

"Damn it, die for me!"

After being stimulated for a while, Myne stopped defending and was about to strike with a sword.

"Yeah?"

Irene blinked her eyes, and then swung her third sword.

Before Myne's sword was struck, he felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, as if something had been cut open on his body.

She lowered her head slowly, and suddenly saw a huge sword wound on her chest, and a large amount of blood spurted out.

"Why, suddenly so fast!"

With a lot of blood flowing, Myne's face turned pale, and his whole body began to shake.

Irene's third slash was so fast that Myne didn't even have time to react. Compared with it, the first two slashes seemed like a play.

In fact, this is a method of Irene, starting with a few slow swords, and then suddenly swinging the fast sword, causing a deviation in the opponent's mind, making the fast sword faster in the eyes of the enemy.

It can also be said that the first few sword moves were all fake moves, making others think that his sword was so 'slow', so he made it by surprise.

Originally, Irene prepared more than 10 swords to pave the way, but she didn't expect Myne to be weaker than she imagined, so the third sword turned into a fast sword, instantly killing Myne.

"So now, it's over, what else do you have to say?"

At this time, Irene slowly raised her long sword and pointed it at Myne's throat, as long as she moved forward by one centimeter, it would stab into her throat.

"Who the hell are you guys?"

Feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, feeling the coldness on the tip of the sword, and feeling the imminent death, Myne still asked unwillingly.

"The dead...have no need to know, farewell!"

Irene's fingers holding the sword slightly exerted force, and at this moment, an accident happened.

If Qin Feng were here, he would definitely complain: Isn’t this a plot where the villain talks too much?