"You really can't forget Li Xianyu. Is it because of the first time?" The God of War said helplessly.
Li Peiyun was stunned for a moment before he understood what the God of War meant, "Well..."
Li Peiyun left home at the age of fifteen and wandered for ten years, honing his sword skills. It was not that he was never defeated, but those who had been defeated by him were all left behind by him in the process of catching up.
Those who had made enemies were killed one by one by the sword.
Until more than two months ago, three and a half miles away in the village, he met his destined... enemy. After that, he suffered losses at the hands of Li Xianyu one after another, but never regained his position.
Li Xianyu was the first opponent he was helpless against.
"It's best if he's not here. If he's here, we have no choice but to escape." The God of War glanced at him, "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."
Wherever Li Xianyu went, the unparalleled fighting spirit followed him. That kid was already an S-level master. The unparalleled fighting spirit at this time was completely different from when he was fighting for the demonic relics. Once you meet her, you will only be chased and beaten by her.
"Be careful." The God of War whispered.
"Is he very powerful?" Li Peiyun raised his eyebrows.
"Which of Baoze's S-levels is not powerful? Their most powerful thing is their combined attack skills, but they need at least three S-levels to use them. That is what they rely on to compete with the Jida. But no one can be underestimated." The God of War gave Li Peiyun Popular science: "The ability of 50/50 is balance, which balances the power of both parties. If you are stronger than him, it will be weakened, and vice versa. Therefore, your Qi Sword will probably be weakened and lose its invincible characteristics. "
"Is there such a thing?" Li Peiyun was shocked: "It's 50-50 with everyone... So that's what the title means."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Sanwu picking up an RPG, pretending not to recognize his relatives, and pulled the trigger brazenly.
"Disperse!" shouted the God of War.
And he pumped up his energy and held up the shield... The rocket flew past his left side and exploded around the scattered subordinates.
The shock wave of the explosion was accompanied by flames, and a large crater was opened in the dark brown land.
"She didn't use her powers... No, her real target is my men." The God of War reacted with a start.
He wanted to respond, but Sanwubu gave him a chance, and the second rocket fired.
Unable to determine whether she was using the power of precision strike, the God of War did not dare to neglect her. Facing the so-called king of individual combat weapons, he could not relax at all.
"boom!"
The precision strike power cannot be avoided, only resisted. This is not an explosion that high-explosive grenades can compare to.
The protective gas shield was like a bubble shaking in the strong wind. It lasted for a second and then collapsed. The God of War's muscles shook crazily and unloaded force wildly. After the shock wave and firelight came into contact with his body, he quickly slid away like a person stepping on grease.
The God of War had no time to pay attention to his men and rushed out of the explosion of fire. His hair and clothes were burned to ashes, and his skin was covered with scorch marks. He crossed a distance of more than ten meters in a few steps and charged towards Sanwu closely.
"Ding!"
With the crisp sound of the safety being pulled open, Sanwu took off the grenade hanging from his waist and threw it towards the God of War.
Before the grenade could fly closer, the God of War punched out the air machine, detonating it in advance, and the fire exploded between the two.
Sanwu's eyes were red, and she jumped up against the fire and shock wave of the explosion, her hair flying. She danced the 1.4-meter-long rocket launcher like a golden cudgel, and hit the God of War on the head with the stick.
The rocket launcher is obviously not a qualified melee weapon. The God of War's head is harder than it, and it broke in Sanwu's hands.
The God of War hit Sanwu's chest with an elbow, got close to him, and wildly poured out his fists and kicks. Any part of his body could be used as a weapon. He was a former Class A killer of the Ancient God Religion who was famous for his fights in the killer world.
"Too weak," the God of War shouted disdainfully as he attacked, "After so many years, you still haven't made any progress."
"You can't appear in front of the target, in the dark, silently, and give him a fatal blow." Sanwu replied while parrying.
"Very good. You still remember my teachings. That is the most suitable fighting method for you, because your superpower is precision strike. But have you tried to assassinate anyone in these years? Do you remember my words?"
"I think..." Sanwu suddenly exploded, raising her elbow and hitting the God of War on the wrist, blocking his fist. She kicked the God of War away and said, "I'll kill you head-on."
The two sides reversed, and Sanwu burst out with invincible power at this moment, crushing the God of War with the melee combat she was not good at.
On the other side, after a rocket shot disrupted the lineup, the five people brought by the God of War were killed mercilessly with half a million shots. In less than two seconds, the five people had their heads smashed and their souls were shattered. They died. Can't die anymore.
Li Peiyun didn't stop him, couldn't stop him, and there was no need to do so. These subordinates were all good players and could stand alone anywhere, but in the Palace of the Gods where masters gathered, they were the bottom fighting force.
How can they, who are not even S-level, fight against the killing force of a top S-level person
In the blink of an eye, the five-and-a-half meter long knife that had finished killing the man was approaching silently. At some point, he held a half-meter-long short knife in his hand and stabbed him in the chest.
"laugh!"
The sword of Qi struck back, and with a sound like melting snow, the short sword was cut off, and the break was like a red-hot iron.
Fifty-five Kai took a few steps back, looked down at the magic weapon that had not lasted a round, and narrowed his eyes: "It is indeed the Qi Sword inherited from the Demon Dao, and it is well-deserved, so there is nothing we can do. Let's make Fifty-Five. "
The next moment, Li Peiyun felt a mysterious and strange force locking himself. The energy and strong blood in his body were severely weakened, but his spirit became extremely strong.
Obviously, this is a 50/50 talent.
"His energy and blood are not as good as mine, but his mental strength is much stronger than mine."
Li Peiyun made a judgment based on his own changes.
I feel quite proud in my heart. Look, one of the ten gods of Baoze has less vitality, blood, and vitality than me.
Because of the three talents of swordsmanship, he has almost no shortcomings. Qi is the strongest, followed by qi and blood, and mental strength is the worst. It exactly corresponds to the order of strength and weakness of the "three swords" in Sancai Swordsman.
After weakening Li Peiyun's strength, Wuwukai took out two short knives from his wallet and approached again. The blades drew an arc that was difficult to capture and cut Li Peiyun's neck.
Li Peiyun leaned back to avoid the sword, and at the same time swung the Qi Sword in his hand.
when!
The other half-open sword was raised to block the Qi Sword. The all-conquering Qi Sword failed to cut off the short sword in his hand.
After falling into the realm of Wuwukai, the Sword of Qi was greatly weakened.
The knife that cut his throat was dodged, and after blocking the Qi Sword, he flipped his wrist, and the knife behind him stood up, and the handle of the knife hit Li Peiyun's chest heavily.
"puff!"
The powerful force came out of Li Peiyun's body, exploding a shallow pit in the ground beneath him.
"Such a strong penetrating power." Li Peiyun felt something sweet in his throat and almost spit it out. He gritted his teeth to hold it back, growled deeply, and was about to launch a counterattack...
Wuwukai used snake skin to avoid his Qi Sword counterattack, walked behind him, crossed his hands across his back in a cross shape, and the cold blade broke through the "Sword of Essence" that he was proud of, leaving two streaks. Not a deep wound.
This wasn't the end yet, the 50-50 attack had just begun. He used his flexible body movements to avoid Li Peiyun's attack. He left scars on his body with his exquisite sword skills.
Although Li Peiyun's sword of essence built a strong fortress for him, and the wounds were not deep and did not damage his muscles or bones, the burning pain throughout his body made Li Peiyun hold back a wave of evil fire in his heart, but he was helpless.
Yes, whether it's qi or qi and blood, he's not as good as Li Peiyun at 50% or 50%.
However, the opponent's skills completely overwhelmed Li Peiyun.
Li Peiyun felt like a beast with no brute strength, vulnerable in front of humans who were proficient in "skills".
In the past ten years, the practice of Sancai Sword has taken up most of his energy, thus neglecting the training of skills. But the mystery of Sancai's swordsmanship is enough that he doesn't need to hone his skills.
Right now, this is where we are suffering.
The 50/50 field allows the two people to reach a certain balance in strength, like a scale. However, strength can be weakened and enhanced, but skills are beyond the reach of supernatural powers.
For example, a Ferrari sports car is racing against Wuling Hongguang. The performance of the sports car allows Ferrari to easily crush Wuling Hongguang. But once both parties switch to Wuling Hongguang, the 55-car driver, who is an experienced driver, will easily crush him.
Li Peiyun gasped: "The Ten Gods of Baoze are indeed worthy of their reputation."
The top S-classes are also divided into strong and weak ones. Compared with the 50-50 Kai who is the best among the top S-classes and one of the Ten Gods of Baoze, he seems to be a bit behind.
But Li Peiyun didn't panic too much. There was not much difference in our strength. If we couldn't beat me, we could still run away.
... ...
"Bang!"
The God of War held Sanwu's fist and hit the opponent's forehead with a headbutt.
Sanwu staggered back, his head was bleeding, his head was dizzy, and his vision was overlapping and blurred.
"Look at what you look like. You don't have any self-restraint as a killer. Did a dog eat up all the training you received?" The God of War hit Sanwu's smooth side face with his fist, causing her teeth to spurt out and her eyeballs to be bloodshot. .
After fighting for so long, he was just a little out of breath and seemed to still have some energy left. And Sanwu was already sweating profusely, and his physical strength was exhausted. The most important thing is that he is too familiar with Sanwu, just like a father is familiar with his daughter.
"Your ability should not have allowed you to face the enemy head-on from the beginning, but you have been competing head-on with the enemy every time. Your stupidity has doomed your fate."
As long as Sanwu is not given the chance to use hot weapons, and as long as he keeps fighting against her, Sanwu is no threat to the God of War who is famous for close combat.
Sanwu crossed his arms, blocking the God of War's punches again and again. His arm bones could not withstand such high-intensity and intensive blows, and gradually cracked...
Despair, despair from the soul enveloped her.
She couldn't beat this man, just like in the past ten years, she had never won in countless competitions.
Sanwu's fighting skills were taught by the God of War. This man taught her for more than ten years and knew her well.
For as long as she can remember, she has lived in the training camp of the Ancient God Cult, where the Ancient God Cult trains the next generation of Class-A killers. There are more than two hundred children of the same age with her.
The way the Ancient God Cult trains Class A killers is cruel. The selected children learn to practice Qi, fight, and use various cold weapons and firearms from an early age. In addition, they do not get other education and cannot go to school or play like other children.
In childhood, there was only training and the beatings of instructors.
At the age of ten, the child will be forcibly awakened. Currently, the fastest awakening posture recognized in the vampire world is death. There is great terror between life and death, and it is the easiest way to stimulate people's potential.
The children were locked in a water tank alone, and the mouth of the tank was sealed. The awakened children would break the tank and come out, while the failed ones would stay inside forever.
Sanwu's performance in the training camp was quite satisfactory. When she was ten years old, during the customary awakening ceremony, she awakened Precision Strike, a very powerful and rare ability.
It was also because of this ability that she was valued by the senior leaders of the Ancient God Religion and was regarded as a key cultivation target.
One day, a certain big shot from the Ancient God Religion suddenly wanted to see her, and the instructor took her to meet that big shot.
"Little thing, you are so lucky to be favored by that adult." The instructor hummed and told her that he was a great person who could control their life and death with just one sentence.
"What is favor."
"I just think you are good and want to reward you."
"Reward meat?" Sanwu was confused, but the instructor laughed loudly in return.
It was a tall and burly man. Just standing in front of him made Sanwu tremble with fear.
"Only by forgetting fear can you become a qualified killer." The man looked at her, frowning, as if he was dissatisfied with Xiao Sanwu's performance.
"That's because your aura is too strong. How can this little thing stay calm in front of you?" the instructor flattered him.
"No. 3, are you willing to be my disciple?" The man ignored the instructor's flattery and lowered his head with cold eyes, looking at the girl who was not even taller than his own waist.
"As your disciple...will I have meat to eat?" Although she was very scared, she still asked the question that mattered most to her.
"have."
"oh."
That was her first meeting with the God of War and her first conversation.
Sanwu's childhood was not only dark. She had a very close friend who had no name. In the training camp, everyone had no names, only numbers. She is number three and her friend is number 30.
That night, she carried the meat she secretly brought from the canteen and shared the food with No. 30 in a secluded corner where no one could find her.
"I have a master." She gnawed on the food, and when she spoke, stars seemed to twinkle in her eyes.
"What is master?" asked No. 30.
A ten-year-old child who has never received a formal education and who only trains and fights every day does not understand the meaning of his master.
"The one who can give me meat to eat."
"I'm so envious."
"I will share it with you, we are friends."
However, the next day, she was taken to a small dark room. There were two people in the room, the God of War who had just become her master, and the thin No. 30. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes, like a panicked person. Fawn.
"Kill her." The God of War threw a knife at Sanwu's feet.
"no, do not want... ."
"Kill her. A killer can't have friends, because friends can become a sharp knife that stabs your heart at any time."
"don't want... ."
"Kill her."
... ... .
With a click, Sanwu's arm bone was broken, and his defensive posture was opened. The next moment, the God of War's fist came down like a rainstorm. The sternum, ribs, shoulder blades... more than ten bones were broken in succession, and the metacarpal bones of the hands and hands that protected the vital parts could not escape the fate.
Lost again, always like this... .
In the past ten years or so, she has been defeated by this man time and time again. The children in the training camp are all envious of her, and the instructors please her openly and secretly, because she is a disciple of the God of War and will definitely stand out in the future competition for Class A killers. A level-A killer of the Ancient God Religion, after retiring, he can naturally enter the top ranks and even compete for the position of leader.
The God of War gave her glory and status, but ruthlessly deprived her of her emotions. Family, love and friendship... have nothing, even preferences have been taken away.
She had no right to like something, no right to have friends. Slowly, she was turned into a weapon without emotions.
Live to kill, die to kill.
"I long for friends!" Sanwu once said this to the God of War when he was fifteen years old.
Because of these words, she almost paid with her life.
"Remember what I told you?" The God of War knocked the girl whose body was riddled with holes to the ground and looked down at her: "On the night when you were fifteen years old, the night when you were about to die."
"If you want to regain friendship, you can kill me!"
That day, she was as dying as she is now, lying weakly on the bed. The God of War stood at the head of the bed, looking at her with the same condescending and indifferent eyes.
Say this to her.
Sanwu was lying on the ground, his pupils reflected the everlasting gray color, and the shrine hanging in the sky in the east.
She recalled the scene when she first met No. 30. It was when she failed to complete her training mission and was locked in a small dark room without water or food. She was under ten years old and had to stay in there for three days.
She was hungry and scared, but she didn't dare to cry and hid in the corner shivering.
At this time, a steamed bun was thrown into the small window where the food was delivered, half of his face was revealed, and his dark eyes scanned around the room, focusing on Sanwu in the corner.
Sanwu knew her. She was a girl who slept on his upper bunk. She liked to laugh and had eyes like crescent moons.
"The instructor said that if you don't work hard on your homework, you will be locked up in the dark room."
Sanwu said nothing, just looked at her.
"I hid the steamed buns at noon. I know the little black room doesn't give you anything to eat."
Sanwu knew that each child could only get three steamed buns a day, and one steamed bun was one meal.
This is her lunch.
"Why?"
"I want to be friends."
"What is a friend?"
"Friends are something that lasts a lifetime."
"oh."
Friends are good things for life, but she stabbed the knife into her friend's chest with her own hands.
She still can't forget what she looked like before her death on the 30th. The memories buried deep in her heart are surging and painfully clear.
Later, she left the Ancient God Cult and came to Baoze's training camp, where she finally gained the long-awaited friendship. Escaped from the fate of being a weapon.
But the God of War came to her again. This man who made her into a weapon with his own hands was the nightmare of her life.
She found warmth in Baoze, but that night, she fell into the cold hell again.
Kill you? Is it enough to just kill you
Okay, Master.
The faded red light lit up again, his eyes were filled with a cruel light, and his pretty face was covered with protruding veins.
"Click!"
Deep inside, something seemed to be broken.
All the emotions disappeared, all the warmth dissipated. At this moment, it was like a sleeping devil awakening.
This chapter has been revised twice and I feel it is not easy to write.
(End of chapter)