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Chapter 147: Iris

"You want to fight with me?"

Both halves of the woman's body turned back to look at Wang Jin, and the bandages on her body began to flutter.

The moment the woman turned her head, Wang Jin judged her strength.

Very strong.

Even above security.

Leonard's ax shook and became twice its original size.

Zhang Dalong and Shou Gong's expressions also became serious.

The atmosphere became tense instantly, and as long as there was an opportunity, the two sides would fight together.

"Ha, I don't want to."

Wang Jin shrugged and said helplessly.

"You should have discovered that I am actually a very kind person."

"It's too barbaric to fight and kill. Let's solve it peacefully."

"As long as I show enough strength to kill the bad luck, how about you come with me?"

As Wang Jin spoke, he made a gesture to signal Leonard and the others to stay calm.

After all, in the current situation, if you can avoid fighting, try not to fight. Not only is it a waste of time, but it is also easy to get yourself involved.

"You're quite smart."

The woman smiled, put the two halves of her body together and tied them up with a bandage.

"Do you know the barrel theory? How much water a barrel can hold depends on its shortest board."

Having said this, the woman pointed at Wang Jin.

"Among you, you are the weakest, but you are the core of the team."

"Once you die, all they can do is die."

"So, I will try to kill you in the next thirty seconds."

"Your teammates can save you at any time, but then you lose."

"This proves that bad luck is stronger. I will join its camp without hesitation and do my best to kill you."

When women talk about their own rules, they don't sound complicated, but they are difficult to implement.

Wang Jin does not have a strong body like Leonard, nor does he have Zhao Guangming's sword skills that have been tempered for thousands of times.

He is just an ordinary person with some talent in fighting.

Fighting with people is fine, but talking to monsters and fighting them is basically costing your life.

"It's easy to talk about. If I can be killed by you, I won't have to seek bad luck anymore."

Wang Jin did not panic, but smiled and waved as if greeting his neighbor's sister.

The atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

Whoosh——

The woman who was responding to Wang Jin with a smile just a second ago suddenly turned sideways, wrapped in a bandage, and stabbed straight at Wang Jin.

Wang Jin turned over and barely dodged the blow.

"Don't move, I'll do it myself!"

After calling out to Leonard and the others who were about to take action, Wang Jin turned over and took out a fruit knife.

As soon as Leonard and the others come on the field, they will be directly defeated, and the woman will take action against all of them.

Although we can win the battle, our side will lose a strong supporter.

So he decided to give it a try.

"The response is pretty fast, but your little fruit knife is not enough."

The woman manipulated the bandage as she spoke.

Swish swish——

The three bandages stabbed Wang Jin together, sealing off all the spaces where he could escape.

"Ha, this is not a fruit knife."

Wang Jin smiled, and the gold medal of courage on his chest flashed.

The next second, a pure white Western sword appeared in Wang Jin's hand.

The hand guard is engraved with the iris symbol, and it will bring out a refreshing floral fragrance when you wave it.

Beautiful, noble.

It should be placed in a museum for people to appreciate.

Rather than being chopping up the mummy in the hands of the disgraced Wang Jin.

"Shua——"

The sword light flashed past, and white petals floated in the air.

The bandage was cut off directly by Wang Jin's sword.

"Isn't this thing too fancy?"

Wang Jin twitched his lips.

He told old Pete that the original one-knife-nine-nine-nine didn't look good and asked him to change it.

But now it’s changed so much, doesn’t it look great?

Wang Jin, who was covered in dirt, stood with his sword, like a crow playing in the snow.

"This level is not enough."

The woman chuckled, and then her body split into two halves from the middle, and the overwhelming bandages attacked Wang Jin.

"Shuashuashua——"

Wang Jin had never learned any swordsmanship. He just relied on instinct to swing the sword and cut the bandages.

"This, this, this..."

Leonard's eyes widened.

He saw that what Wang Jin was using seemed to be the swordsmanship of a declining noble.

Although the movement is a bit out of shape, it is definitely some kind of ancient noble swordsmanship.

Elegance hides fatal danger.

Iris flowers float in the air, bringing with them a sweet fragrance.

and death.

Wang Jin became more and more skilled in swinging his sword, and his steps became more and more nimble.

He can already leave scars on women from time to time.

Although those wounds were of no use to the woman, they at least meant that Wang Jin could keep up with her speed.

"A couple of times."

The woman's speed became faster and faster. She relied on the bandage to fly up and down the narrow corridor, like a huge spider.

The bandages were constantly interlaced in the corridor, seeming to form a huge web.

Wang Jin stood in the center of the net, motionless except for waving his sword.

There are more and more bandages, and they gradually tend to tighten.

The woman seemed unable to restrain her joy and began to make strange coughing sounds in her throat.

"Brother is going to die! Are your legs weak from fear?"

Zhang Dalong took out a kitchen knife and wiped it on his body.

Although his hands were trembling a little, he still stepped forward slowly.

"Shh."

Leonard stretched out his majestic arms and stopped Zhang Dalong who was about to charge forward.

"Believe Wang Jin."

At this moment, Leonard frowned and stared at Wang Jin who kept swinging his sword.

He watched helplessly as Wang Jin's movements became more proficient bit by bit, and then from proficiency to elegance.

It's as if this sword was born just for him.

As far as he knew, Wang Jin was an ordinary person who could only stab people's ankles with a fruit knife before that.

This set of swordsmanship may have come from the long sword that appeared out of nowhere.

But Wang Jin's talent and learning speed are already terrifying.

genius.

At this moment, Leonard only had these two words in his mind.

"Oh, this sword is so fast."

Wang Jin muttered meaningless words while subconsciously swinging his sword.

He has never liked using cold weapons.

After all, in his eyes, a gun is fast from seven steps away, and a gun is accurate and fast within seven steps.

I finally tried to learn how to call a move by someone else, but I could only call it an American style Iai, the Nine Millimeters Technique, or something like that.

But when he actually got a cold weapon that suited him, this terrifying talent was finally revealed.

At this moment, Wang Jin was still standing in the middle of the net, waving his sword mechanically.

He seemed to be frightened out of his wits.

But Leonard could see that the place where he stood was exactly the weakest point of the bandage net.

That's where it collapses in one blow.

"Ha, I know it!"

Wang Jin smiled, then raised his head suddenly and stabbed forward with a sword.

The next second, half of the woman's body appeared a few centimeters in front of the sword.

It was as if she had sent herself to Wang Jin's sword.

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