Compared to the broad and heavy Alpha alloy combat sword, the Doji Kiri Yasutsuna's sword is so light and thin that it can be said to be a toothpick.
However, it is impossible for Mark to kill Dongchen.
Because, Dongchen practices the killing sword.
Mercenaries use wide and heavy Alpha alloy swords because they have to fight bugs, which are different from humans. Therefore, the sword needs to be long and heavy. Moreover, most of the fighting is about swimming, and the number of bugs is endless. You today
Kill them, and there will be them tomorrow; kill them tomorrow, and they will still be there the day after tomorrow.
Facing a group of things that can't be killed or cut down, there will naturally be no fighting style of fighting with all one's strength or exchanging injuries for injuries. Most of the mercenaries' battles are free fighting or cooperation between a few people.
Dongchen is different. The sword Dongchen practices is a battle sword, a killing sword. If what he encounters today is an insect, Dongchen will never die if he uses this sword technique. Maybe he won't be able to kill a single insect.
He would be quartered. But it was different when facing Mark.
Mark is a human being, he is thoughtful and has concerns.
Mark was in a state of utter confusion with his desperate and no-nonsense killing methods. Dongchen was fast, and although his power was not great, he struck one blow after another without stopping.
The mercenaries who were watching were dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone use this kind of sword technique.
Looking at Dongchen who beat Mark so hard that he had no chance to fight back, a few mercenaries even picked up their swords and started gesticulating. But Dongchen's swordsmanship cannot be learned just by looking at it.
The killing sword in the army requires a kind of momentum and a kind of belief. It is impossible for people who have never fought in the military formation to do it.
If you dodge instinctively, or if you have extra thoughts in your mind, the sword will come out without any thought.
Dongchen went crazy.
He seemed to have returned to that hell-like world, as if countless enemies appeared around him. Countless enemies swarmed in, Dongchen raised his sword...
There are no enemies but I will kill them!
Mark felt aggrieved. Dongchen, who could be solved with just one sword, was not given a chance. Mark finally figured it out. Unless Dongchen was exhausted, he would have to be a stake all the time. This kind of only
The feeling of not fighting back after being beaten is really debilitating.
But Mark couldn't collapse, and he didn't dare to collapse. Once he collapsed, he would die. Although Dongchen only had one sword, a simple straight slash with this sword was fatal.
The atmosphere in the bar became more and more depressing, because Dongchen, the exhaustion that people expected did not appear. Dongchen became more and more crazier with his chops, and traces of blood rose around him, and the opportunity to kill became more and more obvious.
The thicker.
"enough."
Suddenly, a loud shout came, and Dongchen and Mark flew out.
Sofia smoothed her skirt, and the mercenaries turned their heads and smiled brightly. No one dared to cheer for the scenery they had just glimpsed.
A woman, a beautiful woman, runs a bar alone, and it has not been annexed by anyone yet. Qi is a person who can be described simply. Although the mercenaries don't know what level Sophia is, no one is a fool, and there is no need for fools in the end of the world.
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Dongchen slowly climbed up from the ground, silently picked up the scabbard, turned around and left.
Sophia kept looking at him and didn't speak until he left.
Mark's face turned red: "That...I..."
"You will pay for knocking over the table."
"I'll accompany you." Mark nodded. Facing the suddenly aggressive Sophia, he was as docile as a chicken. This may be the reason why he hasn't caught up with Sophia yet. The mercenaries were all amused by his appearance.
Dong Chen walked out of the bar, and the dark night wind blew on the cold street. From a distance, a man in white walked over. Dong Chen saw him, and he also saw Dong Chen.
"Get out of the way, dirty mercenary." He waved his hand as if sweeping away garbage, and the man in white walked past Dong Chen. Two thorns and six-pointed star buttons came into his eyes, and Dong Chen bowed humbly until he reached the man in white.
He straightened up after walking into the bar. His calm face showed no anger at all. Because the living do not need to be angry with the dead.
The man in white will die tonight.
At a dark street corner, Dong Chen rested with his sword in the shadows. He watched people coming in and out one after another, quietly adjusting his condition. He needed a perfect ambush.
Breathing in and out. His slowly beating heart suddenly accelerated, and the man in white came out. He looked around and chose a street. Dongchen followed silently, neither too fast nor too slowly.
Until a dark and deserted path.
He put the sword at his waist, leaned down, and poured all his energy into the sword. Dongchen rushed in front of the man in white, stood in the shadow of the exit corner, and gathered his breath.
Under the moonlight, the man in white walking on the path yawned. He was very dissatisfied with the task assigned to him. It was really unpleasant to think that he, a member of upper class society, had to go to a civilian bar to inquire about information. The man in white was very unhappy.
The man complained and walked towards the exit. This was a shortcut and he had to go back quickly.
However, sometimes taking shortcuts can be fatal.
Step, step!
There was a quick and short sound accompanied by a ray of light. The man in white opened his eyes and fell down.
Sheathing the sword and returning it to its sheath, Dongchen gasped for air, his legs twitching desperately, and it took a long time for him to regain his strength.
Shivering, he straightened up and walked to the man in white in a pool of blood. Dongchen silently glanced at the blood-stained hexagram of thorns and turned around to leave without saying a word.
"If we can kill one today, we can kill ten thousand tomorrow. Our hatred will never end."
Dongchen sat next to Christina at the Bergbird Scrap Collection Station, silently watching her cry.
"Maybe they're not dead."
"No need to comfort me." Christina wiped away her tears and stared blankly ahead with her green cat eyes: "The leader said that there are always too many surprises in this world. This time, it's just our turn. Let me hold you for a while.
Just hold her for a while and everything will be fine."
Dongchen didn't know how to comfort the girl in his arms. He was not familiar with the leader and the others. Although he was very grateful to them for saving him, it was pure nonsense to say that he had any feelings. If he died, he would die, and the leader and the others would die.
At most, it only made Dongchen feel a little sad.
"I want to get back what belongs to me." Christina looked at Dongchen.
"That is impossible."
"You think of a way." Christina didn't give up.
Dongchen was silent.
In a quiet night, a man and a woman sit together, and the cat-like woman leans on the man's arms, as quiet as the wind.
"Do you know which two support groups are stronger than the Tiger Mercenary Group, and they are also hostile to each other? The one with a slightly better reputation is better."
"Have you figured out a way?" Christina looked up in surprise.
"Almost." Dongchen's slightly narrowed eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.