I Will Be The Crowned King

Under the broken wall, the blood-soaked "hydra" stood upright in the sight of countless suffocating sights, gasping for breath with the corners of the grinning mouth.

His gorgeous formal suit had turned into blood-stained rags, his exposed chest was completely sunken as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his upper body was full of scratches and bruises from broken capillaries.

He walked towards Anson staggeringly, and the corner of his mouth showed a crazy smile that he had never had before:

"very good."

"Anson Bach? You...you please me."

"If a **** who ran over and smashed the scene didn't even make me serious, it would be so disappointing!"

As he said, the corner of the "hydra"'s mouth was constantly overflowing with black blood plasma mixed with vomit, leaving a series of traces on the ground following his footsteps.

The restless and sultry atmosphere in the hall was still rising, and the sour vomit and blood mixed in the smoke of tobacco and the smell of alcohol made everyone more excited.

"Hydra! Hydra! Hydra..."

"Anson Bach! Anson Bach! Anson Bach..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill..."

In the chaos like the cheers of a feast in hell, the staggering "hydra" suddenly disappeared in place without any sign; the next second, the right fist with a bone spur was already coming towards Anson's face.

Having fought with a certain imperial knight, Anson, who had experience once, immediately dodged sideways, rubbed the left hand of [Rifeng] with an uppercut, and hit the elbow of "Hydra".

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and the right hand of "Hydra" slanted towards an incredible angle.

The "Hydra" who landed steadily roared and threw a swinging punch with his left hand; Anson, who was blocking with an elbow, raised his brows and immediately noticed that his right arm began to "squirm", connecting the broken arm like a puppet. went back.

"Do you know why they call me a hydra?"

He sneered at Ansen almost madly, his fist speed was only faster than before, even so fast that people suspected that he would break his arm every time he punched:

"It's because, like the monster in the legendary northern colony, I have the vitality of an extraordinary blood mage!"

"boom!"

Anson, with his arms crossed, resisted him with a heavy punch, and the **** arms came from his forearm bones trembling screams, and the tingling nerves made the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Then I don't think you should be called a Hydra." Anson twitched the corners of his mouth, bent sideways, rubbed his scalp to avoid the right straight punch, and locked the "Hydra"'s left arm with the inside of his right elbow.

"Oh?"

The shocked "Hydra" broke his left hand without hesitation, dodged the left hook that came towards his neck, and tried to complete a back throw on An Sen.

"I think you should be called an ogre."

Anson clasped his shoulder tightly, and with a crisp cracking sound, the entire arm and shoulder joint shattered under the twisting force of the two, and the left fist stabbed the "hydra" in the face.

The piercing pain pierced into Hydra's mind, reminding him of Cigar's description of the ogre: huge, tenacious, mentally retarded, and basically a fool.

"Go to hell!!!"

He abruptly pulled out the completely shattered left arm, the blood-covered "hydra" let out a beast-like roar, and his right fist slammed into Ansen's left fist.

"clang!"

The collision sound like sharp blades burst in the air - two bone spurs nearly one meter long stretched out from the right fist of the "hydra", and An Sen barely bounced off the left hand with the rubbing of [Sharp Wind].

An Sen, who lost his leverage, immediately dodged back, a flash of white light flashed, the old shirt was split in two, and a small silver whistle was picked up by a sharp blade and flew into the air.

"How long can you fight, Anson Bach?!"

The frantically howling "hydra" dragged the slowly recovering left arm, and the pale bone spurs in the right hand flashed through the air like a saber, and countless afterimages flashed past Ansen who was dodging quickly.

Repeatedly dodging and dodging at zero distance, the already inferior shirt quickly developed in the direction of the rag.

"I can fight a battle like this for three days and three nights, how about you?!"

The silver whistle kept rolling in the air, and Anson raised his head to avoid the slashing bone spurs; with a sound of "Clap!", he bit the whistle that had already fallen into a perfect plan.

"Kacha! Kacha! Kacha..."

In the sour bone-setting sound, the broken left hand of "Hydra" has been restored to its original shape, and the bone spurs that are exactly the same as those of the right hand are stretched out, and they are swung towards Ansen in a staggered manner.

In this staggering "Blade Storm", An Sen, who had no room to dodge at all, could only keep retreating, approaching the fence behind him as visible to the naked eye; Anson left in the direction of dodging.

"puff!"

Blood flowers flew between the afterimages of flickering bone spurs, and the "hydra", whose blood was dripping into his pupils, looked at Anson's shocked expression and the open wound on his chest, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

The fear of feeling imminent death, the helplessness of panic - more addictive than any tobacco and wine!

"clang!"

Finally, An Sen, who couldn't even retreat, forcibly used the right fist with the rubbing of [Rifeng] to smash the oncoming bone spurs; most of the bone spurs of the "Hydra" were strengthened, and they were not like the previous knight Crow. Grid was broken so easily.

A bloodthirsty smile evoked a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of the mouth of the "Hydra" that was shot down, and at the moment when he was blocked, the bone spur in his right hand had already attacked Anson's face.

This is the advantage of the blood mage... No matter how fast the conjurer's rubbing magic is, it can't be faster than a strengthened body and a sharp blade that is only ten centimeters away from him!

Just when the pale bone spur was about to penetrate An Sen's face, An Sen, who was standing still, suddenly seized the gap and spit out a small silver whistle at him.

"clang!"

The whistle was deflected by a bone spur and rolled in the air towards the Hydra.

Um?

The eyes strengthened by blood magic widened, and the expression of "Hydra" froze.

The surface of the silver whistle is clearly engraved with the coat of arms of the Ring of Order.

"Anson Bach, what are you..."

Before the angry "hydra" could finish speaking, he found that the other party had already grasped the moment when he was distracted, and directly grabbed the wrists of his hands.

An Sen, who finally seized the opportunity, rubbed a [Gathering Flame] on the two wrist joints of the "hydra".

It's not difficult to use this magic, and it's not difficult to rub the opponent directly. The real difficulty lies in controlling the strength of the power - not only to avoid bone spurs, to complete two rubbings in an instant, but also to control the power. If you hurt yourself, you have to make sure that you can abolish the opponent's entire arm in one shot... This takes time.

The moment the other party was stunned just now, gave An Sen enough time!

"boom--!"

Before he had time to startle, the "Hydra" felt a scalding heat, and the golden-red flames devoured his arms instantly; accompanied by the sound of burning flesh and bones, his hands and bone spurs shattered in the explosion.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

The heart-piercing scream exploded from the throat of the "hydra", and even if the flesh and blood could recover, the unparalleled tingling sensation made him temporarily lose the ability to resist.

"Snapped!"

Standing on the spot, An Sen firmly caught the falling Inquisitor's whistle, stomped his right foot on the ground, and the baked blue dagger popped out of his boot and fell firmly into his right hand.

The next second, An Sen, who held the knife in his backhand, charged forward with a single stride, and the roasted blue blade pierced into the throat of the "hydra", smashing the cervical vertebrae and penetrating the entire neck.

The "Hydra" whose arms were blown to pieces was dragged weakly by the power of piercing its neck, and together with the dagger, it was nailed to the ground with a sound of "clang!".

Smokescreens rise.

An Sen, who was panting slightly, stood up slowly and looked at each other silently.

Nailed to the ground by the dagger, the body of the "hydra" with only a little coke in its arms twitched slightly, and the flesh and blood of the torn part was still squirming, repairing the torn wound bit by bit.

This guy is still alive!

"Anson...Bach..."

"You...you think...you...have already won..."

"Let me tell you... Hydra... why... am I... undead..."

"boom!"

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly exploded in the hall without warning, and countless lead bullets poured into his cranial cavity from Hydra's face instantly; the entire head was like a balloon burst by water. , a mixture of white and red minced meat exploded.

An Sen, whose pupils shrank suddenly, raised his head suddenly, the clown standing on the high platform did not know when he took out a large-caliber horn gun, and the opened muzzle was still smoking slightly.

The next second, after throwing away the horn gun, he jumped off the high platform, smashed the crowd and walked to the body of "Hydra", took out another revolver from his shirt, and held it directly against his heart, his face expressionless. fired six shots in a row.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gun smoke dissipated, and the headless Hydra was blasted with a hole in the chest, and the heart under the ribs was completely turned into a pool of rotten meat.

Well, this time it is absolutely dead and can't be more dead... Anson twitched the corners of his mouth.

After doing all this, the clown who threw away the revolver first gave Anson a flattering smile, then rushed to the high stage in a dead silence, dancing and cheering:

"Gentlemen and gentlemen, I have excellent news for you!"

He smiled cheerfully, and his rapidly dancing hands kept making all kinds of funny movements, as if he could make everyone feel happy when he opened his mouth.

"Tonight's life-and-death struggle has come to an end. The former coward who oppressed you, oppressed you and made you work for him, has died in the hands of our respected, great, and great Anson Bach!"

"In a one-on-one fair duel, he crushed his opponent without any suspense and won tonight's victory!"

"According to the rules of life-and-death combat, he won tonight's super prize - everything his opponent, the bastard, ever had!"

"Gentlemen, friends and dear brothers, please give all your applause and cheers to our winner tonight, Anson Bach!"

"He! He is our new boss, so much invincible! Head! Snake~~~~!!!"

Accompanied by cheerful laughter, the clown with his arms raised directly knelt down on the high platform and threw himself to the ground in front of An Sen in the fence as if he was worshiping a god.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall burst into cheers that were even more excited than before.

"Anson Bach! Anson Bach! Anson Bach..."

"Hydra! Hydra! Hydra..."

The crowd was completely boiling, and the crazy carnival was ignited like a bomb in the hall that had been silent for a second; the crazy sound rolled up and down wave after wave, baptizing everyone's nerves.

That was real, hysterical madness.

Compared to the carnival in the hall, there was silence in front of the dining table on the second floor.

The four people sitting around the table had different expressions, but they were all surprised and nervous; no matter how much he hated the "cigar" of "Hydra", seeing one of his companions killed like this made him a little bit. Can not accept.

And "Hydra"'s friend, "Rifle", put on the black soft hat again without saying a word, lit his pipe and started smoking.

The "Old Pocket Watch", who bowed his head and said nothing, ate the delicacies on the table slowly, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking; the "Whisper" sitting opposite him was shivering and looked frightened.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The crisp footsteps sounded, and the eyes of the four people couldn't help looking at the direction of the stairs.

Anson had put on his scarf and coat again, but he still couldn't hide the blood on his body and face. He smelled of blood from head to toe, leaving a series of black and red footprints on the stairs.

Facing the four pairs of eyes with different expressions, Anson with a smile on his lips walked to the dining table to pick up the wine bottle, pulled out the chair belonging to the "Hydra" next to "Cigar" and sat down.

"boom!"

The trembling "whispering" raised his head and looked at An Sen who had bit the cork and pointed at him; he immediately grasped the idea and handed over the wine glass he had not used before, and smiled at An Sen slightly to please. .

"thanks."

The smiling Anson thanked him, poured himself a full glass of wine, picked up the cutlery on the table and started gulps.

He is really hungry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ High-intensity battles bring high-intensity consumption, so after the battle, he must eat something; at the same time, his over-stressed nerves can be quickly relieved by eating Peace of mind, always being tense can easily lead to problems in the brain.

This is the "little common sense" Anson learned at the Wang Family Military Academy. After spending more than a month outside the siege position of Fort Thunder, he has adapted to this "lifestyle" of sitting in corpse pits and mud pits and eating canned food.

But that doesn't mean the people sitting around him can understand this way of life.

The expressions of the four people in front of the dining table changed slightly. In the eyes of these gang leaders, eating and drinking in such big mouthfuls just after killing people is simply terrifying, and there is a hint of threat in it.

The silence lasted for a full ten minutes... Seeing An Sen who finally had enough to eat and drink, his eyes turned to him, and the "cigar" sitting next to him immediately smiled happily:

"Look, what did I say before?"

"My good brother 'Hydra' is sure to make a fortune tonight! Right?!"