In this fight, if Thirteen hadn't blocked the knife for Seventeen, I'm afraid Seventeen would have been killed long ago.
As a result, Thirteen left a clear knife mark on his face, dripping with blood.
By the third year, only 24 of the more than 100 teenagers survived, and all the others were eliminated without exception.
The result of elimination is death.
Those who survived by chance were all cruel and ruthless people.
After two years of training and testing, the strength of Seventeen and Thirteen has also improved rapidly, and both their bodies and mental outlook have taken on a completely new look.
Thirteen became stronger, his strength improved by leaps and bounds, and he became the most powerful Jiaochu among this group of teenagers.
Shi Qi also transformed from a skinny little girl into a slender, beautiful and cold-blooded girl, and her whole person was filled with a chilling aura.
In the third year, the middle-aged man wearing a ghost mask assigned them another task.
The mission is to all leave the wild forest, go to the Kyushu Continent, kill their biological parents, or brothers, and bring back their heads.
When the remaining twenty-four boys and girls heard the news, their emotions did not fluctuate much. It was as if they were used to these bloody missions, and their expressions were full of indifference.
After two years of life and death tests and fighting in the wild forest, their humanity and emotions have been completely wiped out, and they obey all the orders of the organization.
A month later, everyone completed their tasks one after another, killed their closest relatives, and brought their heads back to the mysterious man.
The mysterious man was very satisfied with these teenagers and issued one last rule.
Early the next morning, before dawn, the twenty-four boys and girls were divided into twelve groups, and they drew lots in pairs and randomly selected their opponents.
After being divided into groups, there will be a life-and-death fight on the grass. Those who survive will have the opportunity to enter the next round until the last person is standing.
Only the last one is qualified to obtain the sword and becomes the only qualified killer among this batch of killers.
The fighting soon began.
Two people form a team, fighting each other, using any means necessary to survive.
As corpses fell one after another, the number of survivors became fewer and fewer, and the fighting became more and more crazy.
A group of people lived together for three years, but in the end they ended up killing each other.
From this we can imagine how cruel and bloody this killer organization is.
Seventeen and Thirteen stood out among a group of boys and girls and became the last two survivors.
On the grass, a purple-red exquisite sword was inserted between the two people. Complex and exquisite patterns spread along the blade. A cool breeze came from the mountains. The small silver bell on the hilt rotated crisply, making a pleasant sound.
The sound of sword chanting.
The middle-aged man wearing a devil mask knew that the relationship between the two of them was unusual, so he whispered: "Only one of you can survive! The one who survives will become the master of this sword!"
After saying this, he walked aside and looked at the two of them calmly.
The sky was already bright and the dew on the grass had not yet dissipated. The bodies of those who had been killed had already been cleaned up, leaving only blood everywhere.
Seventeen and Thirteen were ten feet away from each other, facing each other in the air, and their eyes intertwined in mid-air.
Today is the day that decides their fate.
"Seventeen, are you ready?" The tall young man shouted sternly, holding a black dagger.
Shi Qi looked at each other indifferently and remained silent for a long time. She also held a sharp black dagger in her hand, but facing her former companions, the two of them were about to kill each other for the only chance of survival.
Panic surged in her heart. She didn't want to die, let alone Thirteen.
Thirteen stared at Seventeen's trembling arms, and his heart sank: "This girl, what does she want to do!"
"Seventeen, you bitch, what are you still hesitating about? Come and kill me if you have the ability!" Thirteen shouted, staring at the opponent with murderous eyes, and the whole person exuded a fierce aura, as if staring at the prey.
of beast.
When Seventeen heard Thirteen's shout, his heart trembled, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, motionless.
Thirteen suddenly became furious, and with a whoosh, his whole body suddenly sprang out like lightning, and struck Seventeen with a sword.
Seventeen reflexively retreated.
Thirteen swung his sword and slashed at him continuously while yelling crazily: "You idiot, come and kill me quickly. You useless waste, do you want to wait to be killed by me?"
Brush, brush, brush... cold sword lights lit up one after another, forcing them to pass.
Seventeen was ridiculed by Thirteen again and again. He kept retreating and dodging, sometimes blocking with his sword, unable to bear to fight back, with a panicked look on his face.
Clang! Clang! Clang!... The sword blades collided with each other, constantly spattering sparks on the grass.
"Fight back. With your little strength, you deserve to die!"
"I'm so disappointed in you, you're nothing like trash!"
"Bitch, haha, you are too weak, go to hell!" Thirteen smiled ferociously. He became more and more crazier as he fought. He attacked everywhere and soon left seventeen with blood marks on his body.
Seventeen looked in pain, his eyes were filled with tears, and the pain in his body was far less than the pain in his heart.
Thirteen laughed crazily, with a ferocious look on his face: "Bitch, you are so pitiful, you don't know, I am with you, I have always just wanted to take advantage of you!"
Thirteen's cold tone contained naked murderous intent and humiliation, which constantly stimulated Seventeen's soul.
"Only by stepping on your body can I touch the dream in my heart and give up resistance. I hope you will not regret it on your way to hell!"
"That sword belongs to me, become my stepping stone, idiot!" Thirteen jumped up and kicked Seventeen three to four feet away.
Seventeen flew out in a panic and rolled several times on the bloody grass before stopping.
Seeing this scene, Thirteen's eyes flashed with disappointment. He walked over with an indifferent expression and pulled out the purple-red sword stuck in the grass with one hand.
"Seventeen, do you see it? Isn't this sword beautiful? It must be such a sharp weapon to kill people!" Thirteen couldn't put it down and stroked the sharp sword in his hand with a look of joy on his face.
Seventeen slowly stood up from the grass and looked at the triumphant Thirteen indifferently. Her hands no longer trembled.
She had had enough of Thirteen's cold words.
Thirteen glanced at her in surprise and sneered: "Have you finally gained some sense of resistance? Unfortunately, it's too late!"
The weak Shi Qi put up a posture, ready to counterattack at any time.
"Seventeen, you should feel honored. You are the first soul to die under this sword!" Thirteen made a sword show with his sword and said with a smile, looking extremely proud.
Shiqi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, his eyes full of sharpness: "Come on, it's not certain who will win!"
Thirteen was stunned. He had known Seventeen for so long, and this was the first time that he saw Seventeen's expression become so sharp. He smiled and said, "Very good, he finally looks good!"
He took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, "Seventeen, I will use you to sharpen this sword today, die!"
Whoosh, Thirteen's speed exploded to the extreme, an afterimage streaked across the grass, and he swung his sword to stab Seventeen not far away like lightning.
Almost instantly, Thirteen rushed in front of Seventeen and stabbed him with a sword.
Shi Qi Yi gritted his teeth, and quickly rushed out, stabbing Thirteen in the heart with a sword.
Poof! A blood flower bloomed, and Shi Qi's eyes instantly became dull.
Her sword blade had pierced Thirteen's chest deeply, piercing back and forth, exposing half of the blade. Blood spurted out, splashing on her face, and soon stained their clothes red.
The exquisite sword in Thirteen's hand quickly passed under her shoulder, completely avoiding her body and not injuring a single bit.
The hot blood slowly slid down Shi Qi's beautiful face, as if melting into her soul.
"Everything is over, Shi Qi, congratulations on surviving!" Shi San hugged Shi Qi's thin body tremblingly, leaning his head on the other's shoulder, whispering softly, his face turned pale.
Seventeen's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
"Why?" Shiqi looked blank, but his heart was filled with heartbreaking pain, and two lines of crystal clear tears rolled down his delicate cheeks.
Thirteen showed a relieved smile: "I just hope you can live!"
"Don't you want to be the best swordsman in the world? That's your dream, why give up!" Shiqi murmured to himself.
Thirteen stroked her black hair and breathed hard: "My dream is for you to live well, because you are more important than my dream!"
Seventeen's pupils shrank, and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.
"I leave the sword to you, live well with my dream!" Thirteen gently placed the sword in Seventeen's hand, and the whole person felt relieved.
Seventeen held the sword, and her heart suddenly sank. The sword, which was obviously very light, fell into her hand now and was heavier than tens of millions of pounds of boulders.
"Thirteen, I don't want you to die!" Seventeen clenched her teeth, tears bursting into her eyes, and she was buried tightly in Thirteen's arms.
Thirteen patted her back gently and whispered: "Don't cry. As a cold-blooded killer, crying is a shame. You have to live strong."
"Take this sword and take a good look at the bustling world outside for me!"
"Don't be blinded by killing, you are not a killing weapon!"
"Unfortunately, I have no chance to become the best swordsman in the world, haha!"
"But you do. I hope you can carry my dream with you and one day be famous all over the world!"
"In this way, I will die without regrets!"
"Please, my dear friend!"
Thirteen closed his eyes, his hands dropped weakly, and never opened them again.
"Thirteen, Thirteen!" Seventeen called softly, she also wanted to hear Thirteen's kind voice.
Suddenly, Thirteen's body slowly fell backwards, with a bang, splashing flowers and grass all over the ground.
With this fall, the backer in Shi Qi's heart also collapsed.
The rising sun rose in the east, and a ray of morning light shot from the eastern sky, casting a beautiful smile on Thirteen's cold face.
Shiqi stood there, holding a sharp sword, and did not move for a long time, his eyes were cold, and his heart was slowly wrapped by a layer of ice.
