"Hmph!" When it came to Thrandes, Anthony's eyes were full of resentment and he said with hatred: "That's right, after you disappeared, he who was already seriously ill became even more confused. It would be too easy to kill him. As sick as he is
There is no need for a weak person to stay in the position of president. The Brotherhood of the Holy Cross worships the strong, not the sick."
"Besides..." He changed his tone and continued: "That position should have been mine, but I didn't expect that he actually wanted to pass it to John..."
The John he spoke of was none other than Eric, the god of thunder, and John was just Eric's code name among the Twelve Apostles of the Holy Cross.
Thinking of the Damascus steel dagger he saw in Eric's hand in the castle, the ancient sword called the "Blooded Blade" that represented the power of the president of the Cross, Simon's heart jumped wildly.
He believed that Anthony was telling the truth.
Seeing Simon's dull expression, Anthony was even more proud.
"Why, even you were surprised when you heard the news, right? You originally thought that the future position was yours, but it was John. I think you will also be very disappointed."
Anthony said: "I was even more disappointed at the time. Thrandes and I were together, just like you and John. I took the most credit for him to ascend to the position of president. Unexpectedly, he passed it to John, and even
It’s not you who are the leader of the disciples. In our profession, we rely on our ability to make a living, and John is not qualified to be the president.”
"Then why are you planning to harm me?" Ximen stared at Anthony.
"Why? It's a very simple truth, don't you understand?" Anthony glanced at Simon contemptuously: "Just killing one of you is not enough for me. The relationship between you is so good. If one of you dies,
The other one will definitely be traced, and of course I will kill two birds with one stone. What could be more pleasant than letting you kill each other?"
Simon said: "Now that I know everything, aren't you afraid that we will join forces to kill you?"
Anthony shrugged, "It seems that I still underestimated the friendship between you. You didn't kill John in the castle, but it doesn't matter. Now that you've entered this place, you won't have a chance to get out alive. Come on, boy."
, let me, an old man, tell you what level a real top assassin should be!"
Almost as soon as the words fell to the ground, Anthony jumped up like a panther. The fighting knives in their hands were swung so hard that they couldn't see clearly, and they could only hear the sound of "hissing" coming continuously.
After a few seconds, the two separated again.
Simon looked miserable. There were wounds on his arms and chest, and his snow suit was stained red with blood.
Anthony looked much more relaxed, with only a faint bloodstain left on his face.
"Hmph!" Anthony looked at Ximen with a look of pity and said, "With your three-legged cat skills, you still want to be the president? It's true that one generation is worse than the other! It seems that my decision is still right.
The Brotherhood of Holy Cross will fall into the hands of a bastard like you, and sooner or later we will lose the face of our seniors!"
"Pooh!"
Simon spat on the ground to express his contempt.
"Don't be so tough, old man, let's try again!"
The two men immediately came forward with their swords and started fighting each other.
Close combat swordsmanship is a required course for almost every special forces unit. As a top assassin organization, all assassins of the Brotherhood of the Holy Cross must also receive this training.
What's more, in the early cold weapon era, the assassin profession used swords, sticks, and other instruments to represent a basic value of its lethality. However, in the cold weapon era, with the advancement of science and technology, assassination methods have become endless. Cold weapons
It's just not as important as the previous position.
Any fighting technique emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. This is the iron rule for almost all fighters.
Ding--
When the two separated again, a deep blood mark was left on the back of Ximen's hand.
His knife fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"It seems...you are really not that bad." Anthony felt his heart beat faster, and he suddenly realized that he was really getting old.
It is a kind of sadness for a hero to grow old. No matter how good you are, you can't beat time.
Anthony took a few breaths and sneered: "Simon, you don't even have a knife, why should you fight me?"
He always felt a little uneasy in his heart. Although he had the upper hand in fighting skills, he still lost to Ximen in terms of physical strength.
One force can defeat ten, especially in fighting.
All fighting and martial arts are based on physical strength, and the same goes for assassination. Without physical strength, everything is a castle in the air.
He was a little surprised that his physical strength dropped so quickly, which was beyond his own estimation. In this state, if the battle drags on, it is hard to say who will win.
But what made him feel a little relieved was that SAS captain James and his colleagues who went out to check the sentry posts and surveillance heads would be back soon, and time was in his favor.
Simon never said a word, but stared at Anthony without saying a word.
Anthony saw a strange look in Simon's eyes, which made him a little uneasy.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Ximen not to know where he left the country. He is now at a complete disadvantage.
Why……
Before he changed his mind, Anthony suddenly felt wet under his nostrils, as if something was dripping out.
Simon finally smiled.
Anthony reached out and wiped it, and found that his hands were covered with bright red blood.
Ximen suddenly took two steps back, wrung his hands, and looked at the vice president in front of him like an experimenter in a laboratory observing a guinea pig through a glass box.
"I didn't expect you to be able to hold on for so long."
He said: "When it comes to combat effectiveness, I admit that I am inferior to you."
Anthony felt that his heart began to beat uncontrollably again, his breathing accelerated involuntarily, and a layer of white mist suddenly appeared in his vision, as if he was sitting in a sauna, his whole body was hot, and the blood in his veins was
Running through the body at a high speed that can be felt.
Then, I felt my throat was sweet, and when I opened my mouth, I spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, the ears and eyes began to ooze blood, the skin began to turn an abnormal crimson color, and the eyes were as red as rubies, which looked very scary.
"you……"
He kept wiping the blood, but could never wipe it clean. He knew very well that the blood vessels had burst, starting from the small blood vessels, because they were the smallest and thinnest in diameter, and they burst first under the maximum pressure of the blood.
It's these little capillaries.
As the heart beats faster and faster, like a stalled engine, eventually the large blood vessels will explode under the pressure, and at that time, you will die.
poisoned!
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, but when did Ximen poison him?
Could it be the knife in his hand?
impossible!
He knelt down, picked up the knife, and took a look. He firmly believed that the blade was non-toxic.
Poison can be put on the knife. In fact, even if the skin is cut, only a very small amount can penetrate into the blood, and it cannot be fatal so quickly.