Survival: King Picking Game

- It should be like this.

... Araya Soren's complexion changed again.

Slightly moved.

Because, the girl in front of her stood up from the ground again.

The corner of the mouth kept bleeding, and one hand was still holding the knife tightly, while the other hand could only cover the abdomen that had been severely beaten.

He bowed in embarrassment, staring at him closely.

——However, the ability to fight has not been lost.

That punch just now, a blow that can break even steel, did not make this seemingly weak girl in front of her lose her ability to fight!

"...What an amazing physical quality. Is there such toughness hidden under the body of that human girl?!" Soren Araya's expression was more dignified than ever before.

...Because it means—his "information" is wrong.

This could be the worst possible situation.

"Hehe...hehehaha..."

The girl in kimono standing in front of him couldn't help but let out a clear laugh.

Although covered in blood, he looked very embarrassed.

But under the thick night and the faint moonlight, the girl in kimono holding a dagger has an amazing sense of beauty.

"……Mode."

The young man was not far behind the girl, calling her name.

Until he was choked by Huang Ye Zonglian just now, or was hit in the abdomen with a heavy punch and was directly sent flying.

The other party was patient and restrained, and planned to rush forward.

...Although the two ceremonies are not a joke, I definitely don't want to become tattered and seriously injured every time I fight and kill a person.

— but at this very moment.

The girl was a little grateful.

"...Don't worry, I will only do this kind of thing once."

She showed a happy expression for the first time, and said to the young man behind her.

— Once is enough.

"... With this kind of performance, do you think you are sure to win?" Araya Soren, who was confronting her, made a heavy voice.

"Of course. The outcome of the battle has already been decided before the battle," the girl said.

"...Do you need a knife?" Li Pingan was silent for a while seeing the involuntary smile on Liang Yiqiao's face.

As if realizing something, he asked.

"...Ah, thank you."

The two rituals responded calmly.

So, Li Pingan threw a samurai sword over.

The girl in kimono threw away the small knife that had become somewhat distorted in the impact, and skillfully drew the long sword from its sheath.

Under the moonlight, a sharp cold light is reflected.

This is the third knife she has used tonight.

——The next moment, the girl who is also proficient in "Iaido" stepped forward.

Knives flash.

In the blood splashed together, the head rolled down.

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Chapter 322 The Girl Under the Moon T

"... At this level... will you die completely?"

Liang Ri breathed a sigh of relief, shaking off the blood still stained on the blade.

Not far from her feet, the black-clothed monk's face, always wearing a philosopher-like dejected expression, was lying upside down on the ground.

In the vitreous eyeballs, there is still a quiet breath.

——It's just that his head has been cut off neatly.From the neck, "Gulu Gulu" rolled to the ground.

The tall body whose head had been cut off still stood in place.And from the interface between the neck and the head - the smooth section cut off by the samurai sword, a large amount of blood is continuously gushing out, flowing along the surface of the outer cover and onto the ground.

... This guy is no longer a "human" in the true sense.

Although the blood flowing in the body is still human blood; but if an ordinary person dies after the main artery is cut off, blood should spew out like a fountain.

And probably because of the origin of Araya Soren's [Static], all the arterial blood in the monk's body has probably turned into venous blood—maybe no one even knows whether it is circulating properly.

...Although a large wound will immediately shed more blood than a person's blood.Although the other party was beheaded to death, it seemed that there was no other possibility of surviving except for changing jobs to become a headless horseman.