Chapter 609
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"Hum!" referring to thelands, Anthony's eyes were full of resentment and said, "yes, he was seriously ill after you disappeared. It's too easy to kill him. A sick man like him doesn't have to stay in the position of president. The Holy Cross brothers worship the strong, not the sick man."
"What's more..." he turned his tone and continued: "that position should have been mine. Unexpectedly, he wanted to pass it to John..."
John in his mouth is Eric the God of thunder. John is just Eric's code name among the twelve disciples of the Holy Cross.
Simon's heart jumped wildly when he thought of the Damascus Steel Dagger in Eric's hand and the ancient knife called "blood blade" representing the power of the president of the cross in the castle.
He believed Anthony was telling the truth.
Seeing Simon's look numb, Anthony was even more proud.
"Why, even you were surprised to hear the news, right? You thought your future position was yours, but it was John. I think you will also be disappointed."
Anthony said: "at that time, I was even more disappointed. When I was with serandez, just like you and John, he was able to ascend the position of president. I took great credit. Unexpectedly, he passed it to John, not even you as the head of the disciples. Our business depends on our ability, and John is not qualified to be president."
"Then why are you trying to hurt me?" Simon stared at Anthony.
"Why? It's a simple truth. Don't you understand?" Anthony glanced at Simon contemptuously: "it's not enough for me to kill one of you. Your feelings are so good. One is dead and the other will be tracked down. Of course, I want to kill two birds with one arrow. What's more pleasant than letting you kill each other?"
Simon said, "now that I know everything, aren't you afraid we'll kill you together?"
Anthony shrugged. "It seems that I underestimated the friendship between you. You didn't kill John in the castle, but it doesn't matter. Now you see here, you won't have a chance to get out alive. Come on, boy, let me tell you what level of existence a real top assassin should be!"
Almost at the same time when the voice landed, Anthony jumped up like a panther. The fighting knife in their hands was waved so clearly that they only heard the sound of "hissing".
A few seconds later, the two separated again.
Simon looked miserable. There were familiar wounds on his arm and chest, and his snow clothes were red with blood.
Anthony looked much more relaxed, leaving only a shallow blood mark on his face.
"Hum!" Anthony looked at Simon with pity and said, "with your three legged Kung Fu, do you still want to be president? It's better from generation to generation! It seems that my decision is still right. The Holy Cross brothers will fall into the hands of rotten goods like you and lose the face of our predecessors sooner or later!"
"Bah!"
Simon spit on the ground to show his contempt.
"Don't be stubborn, old man. Try again!"
The two immediately waved their knives and fought together.
Close combat Sabre is a compulsory course for almost every special forces. As a top assassin organization, all assassins of the Holy Cross brotherhood should also receive this training.
Moreover, in the early cold weapon era, the use of swords, sticks and other instruments of the assassin profession represented a basic value of its lethality. However, in the cold weapon era, with the progress of science and technology, assassination methods emerged one after another, and cold weapons were not as important as before.
Any fighting skill pays attention to the truth of speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, which is almost the iron law of all gladiators.
Sting——
When the two men separated again, Simon left a deep blood mark on the back of his hand.
His knife fell heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound.
"It seems... You're really not so bad." Anthony felt his heart beat faster. He suddenly realized that he was really a little old.
The twilight of an owl is a kind of sadness. No matter how good you are, you can't fight time.
Anthony took a few breaths and sneered, "Simon, you don't even have a knife. Why should you fight me?"
He was always uneasy. Although he had the upper hand in fighting skills, he lost to Simon physically.
One force reduces ten meetings, especially in combat.
All fighting and martial arts are based on physical strength, and so is assassination. Without physical strength, everything is a castle in the air.
He was a little surprised that his physical strength fell so fast that it exceeded his own measurement. According to this state, if the battle dragged on, he really didn't dare to say who would win.
However, to his relief, SAS Captain James and his colleagues who went out to check the post and monitoring head will be back soon. Time is good for him.
Simon never said a word more, but stared at Anthony and said nothing.
Anthony saw a strange look in Simon's eyes, which made him a little uneasy.
It is reasonable to say that Simon cannot be unaware of his exit. Now he is at a complete disadvantage.
Why
Before he could get over it, Anthony suddenly felt something dripping from under his nostrils.
Simon finally smiled.
Anthony reached out and wiped it. He found that his hands were full of red blood.
Simon suddenly stepped back two steps, hanged his hands, and looked at the vice president in front of him with the eyes of a laboratory technician looking at a mouse through a glass box.
"I didn't expect you to last so long."
He said, "if it comes to combat effectiveness, I admit I lost to you."
Anthony felt his heart beating uncontrollably again, and his breathing involuntarily accelerated. A layer of white fog suddenly appeared in his sight, as if he were sitting in the sauna, hot all over, and the blood in his blood vessels was running madly in his body at a high speed.
Then, I felt my throat sweet. Wow, I opened my mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, the ears and eyes began to exude blood, and the skin began to show an abnormal crimson. The eyes were as red as rubies and looked very scary.
"You..."
He kept wiping the blood, but he could never wipe it clean. He knew very well that the blood vessels burst, starting with small blood vessels, because their caliber was the smallest and thinnest. Under the maximum pressure of blood, the first to burst were these small capillaries.
As the heart jumps faster and faster, like a stalled engine, eventually the large blood vessels will burst under this pressure, and then they will die.
Poisoned!
A terrible thought flashed through his mind, but when did Simon poison it?
Is it the knife in his hand?
impossible!
He squatted down, picked up the knife and took a look. He firmly believed that the blade was non-toxic.
It can poison the knife. In fact, even if the skin is cut, very few can penetrate into the blood. It can't be so fast and deadly.
What the hell is going on!?
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"Hum!" referring to thelands, Anthony's eyes were full of resentment and said, "yes, he was seriously ill after you disappeared. It's too easy to kill him. A sick man like him doesn't have to stay in the position of president. The Holy Cross brothers worship the strong, not the sick man."
"What's more..." he turned his tone and continued: "that position should have been mine. Unexpectedly, he wanted to pass it to John..."
John in his mouth is Eric the God of thunder. John is just Eric's code name among the twelve disciples of the Holy Cross.
Simon's heart jumped wildly when he thought of the Damascus Steel Dagger in Eric's hand and the ancient knife called "blood blade" representing the power of the president of the cross in the castle.
He believed Anthony was telling the truth.
Seeing Simon's look numb, Anthony was even more proud.
"Why, even you were surprised to hear the news, right? You thought your future position was yours, but it was John. I think you will also be disappointed."
Anthony said: "at that time, I was even more disappointed. When I was with serandez, just like you and John, he was able to ascend the position of president. I took great credit. Unexpectedly, he passed it to John, not even you as the head of the disciples. Our business depends on our ability, and John is not qualified to be president."
"Then why are you trying to hurt me?" Simon stared at Anthony.
"Why? It's a simple truth. Don't you understand?" Anthony glanced at Simon contemptuously: "it's not enough for me to kill one of you. Your feelings are so good. One is dead and the other will be tracked down. Of course, I want to kill two birds with one arrow. What's more pleasant than letting you kill each other?"
Simon said, "now that I know everything, aren't you afraid we'll kill you together?"
Anthony shrugged. "It seems that I underestimated the friendship between you. You didn't kill John in the castle, but it doesn't matter. Now you see here, you won't have a chance to get out alive. Come on, boy, let me tell you what level of existence a real top assassin should be!"
Almost at the same time when the voice landed, Anthony jumped up like a panther. The fighting knife in their hands was waved so clearly that they only heard the sound of "hissing".
A few seconds later, the two separated again.
Simon looked miserable. There were familiar wounds on his arm and chest, and his snow clothes were red with blood.
Anthony looked much more relaxed, leaving only a shallow blood mark on his face.
"Hum!" Anthony looked at Simon with pity and said, "with your three legged Kung Fu, do you still want to be president? It's better from generation to generation! It seems that my decision is still right. The Holy Cross brothers will fall into the hands of rotten goods like you and lose the face of our predecessors sooner or later!"
"Bah!"
Simon spit on the ground to show his contempt.
"Don't be stubborn, old man. Try again!"
The two immediately waved their knives and fought together.
Close combat Sabre is a compulsory course for almost every special forces. As a top assassin organization, all assassins of the Holy Cross brotherhood should also receive this training.
Moreover, in the early cold weapon era, the use of swords, sticks and other instruments of the assassin profession represented a basic value of its lethality. However, in the cold weapon era, with the progress of science and technology, assassination methods emerged one after another, and cold weapons were not as important as before.
Any fighting skill pays attention to the truth of speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, which is almost the iron law of all gladiators.
Sting——
When the two men separated again, Simon left a deep blood mark on the back of his hand.
His knife fell heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound.
"It seems... You're really not so bad." Anthony felt his heart beat faster. He suddenly realized that he was really a little old.
The twilight of an owl is a kind of sadness. No matter how good you are, you can't fight time.
Anthony took a few breaths and sneered, "Simon, you don't even have a knife. Why should you fight me?"
He was always uneasy. Although he had the upper hand in fighting skills, he lost to Simon physically.
One force reduces ten meetings, especially in combat.
All fighting and martial arts are based on physical strength, and so is assassination. Without physical strength, everything is a castle in the air.
He was a little surprised that his physical strength fell so fast that it exceeded his own measurement. According to this state, if the battle dragged on, he really didn't dare to say who would win.
However, to his relief, SAS Captain James and his colleagues who went out to check the post and monitoring head will be back soon. Time is good for him.
Simon never said a word more, but stared at Anthony and said nothing.
Anthony saw a strange look in Simon's eyes, which made him a little uneasy.
It is reasonable to say that Simon cannot be unaware of his exit. Now he is at a complete disadvantage.
Why
Before he could get over it, Anthony suddenly felt something dripping from under his nostrils.
Simon finally smiled.
Anthony reached out and wiped it. He found that his hands were full of red blood.
Simon suddenly stepped back two steps, hanged his hands, and looked at the vice president in front of him with the eyes of a laboratory technician looking at a mouse through a glass box.
"I didn't expect you to last so long."
He said, "if it comes to combat effectiveness, I admit I lost to you."
Anthony felt his heart beating uncontrollably again, and his breathing involuntarily accelerated. A layer of white fog suddenly appeared in his sight, as if he were sitting in the sauna, hot all over, and the blood in his blood vessels was running madly in his body at a high speed.
Then, I felt my throat sweet. Wow, I opened my mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, the ears and eyes began to exude blood, and the skin began to show an abnormal crimson. The eyes were as red as rubies and looked very scary.
"You..."
He kept wiping the blood, but he could never wipe it clean. He knew very well that the blood vessels burst, starting with small blood vessels, because their caliber was the smallest and thinnest. Under the maximum pressure of blood, the first to burst were these small capillaries.
As the heart jumps faster and faster, like a stalled engine, eventually the large blood vessels will burst under this pressure, and then they will die.
Poisoned!
A terrible thought flashed through his mind, but when did Simon poison it?
Is it the knife in his hand?
impossible!
He squatted down, picked up the knife and took a look. He firmly believed that the blade was non-toxic.
It can poison the knife. In fact, even if the skin is cut, very few can penetrate into the blood. It can't be so fast and deadly.
What the hell is going on!?
"Hum!" referring to thelands, Anthony's eyes were full of resentment and said, "yes, he was seriously ill after you disappeared. It's too easy to kill him. A sick man like him doesn't have to stay in the position of president. The Holy Cross brothers worship the strong, not the sick man.""What's more..." he turned his tone and continued: "that position should have been mine. Unexpectedly, he wanted to pass it to John..."John in his mouth is Eric the God of thunder. John is just Eric's code name among the twelve disciples of the Holy Cross.Simon's heart jumped wildly when he thought of the Damascus Steel Dagger in Eric's hand and the ancient knife called "blood blade" representing the power of the president of the cross in the castle.He believed Anthony was telling the truth.Seeing Simon's look numb, Anthony was even more proud."Why, even you were surprised to hear the news, right? You thought your future position was yours, but it was John. I think you will also be disappointed."Anthony said: "at that time, I was even more disappointed. When I was with serandez, just like you and John, he was able to ascend the position of president. I took great credit. Unexpectedly, he passed it to John, not even you as the head of the disciples. Our business depends on our ability, and John is not qualified to be president.""Then why are you trying to hurt me?" Simon stared at Anthony."Why? It's a simple truth. Don't you understand?" Anthony glanced at Simon contemptuously: "it's not enough for me to kill one of you. Your feelings are so good. One is dead and the other will be tracked down. Of course, I want to kill two birds with one arrow. What's more pleasant than letting you kill each other?"Simon said, "now that I know everything, aren't you afraid we'll kill you together?"Anthony shrugged. "It seems that I underestimated the friendship between you. You didn't kill John in the castle, but it doesn't matter. Now you see here, you won't have a chance to get out alive. Come on, boy, let me tell you what level of existence a real top assassin should be!"Almost at the same time when the voice landed, Anthony jumped up like a panther. The fighting knife in their hands was waved so clearly that they only heard the sound of "hissing".A few seconds later, the two separated again.Simon looked miserable. There were familiar wounds on his arm and chest, and his snow clothes were red with blood.Anthony looked much more relaxed, leaving only a shallow blood mark on his face."Hum!" Anthony looked at Simon with pity and said, "with your three legged Kung Fu, do you still want to be president? It's better from generation to generation! It seems that my decision is still right. The Holy Cross brothers will fall into the hands of rotten goods like you and lose the face of our predecessors sooner or later!""Bah!"Simon spit on the ground to show his contempt."Don't be stubborn, old man. Try again!"The two immediately waved their knives and fought together.Close combat Sabre is a compulsory course for almost every special forces. As a top assassin organization, all assassins of the Holy Cross brotherhood should also receive this training.Moreover, in the early cold weapon era, the use of swords, sticks and other instruments of the assassin profession represented a basic value of its lethality. However, in the cold weapon era, with the progress of science and technology, assassination methods emerged one after another, and cold weapons were not as important as before.Any fighting skill pays attention to the truth of speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, which is almost the iron law of all gladiators.StingWhen the two men separated again, Simon left a deep blood mark on the back of his hand.His knife fell heavily on the ground, making a crisp sound."It seems... You're really not so bad." Anthony felt his heart beat faster. He suddenly realized that he was really a little old.The twilight of an owl is a kind of sadness. No matter how good you are, you can't fight time.Anthony took a few breaths and sneered, "Simon, you don't even have a knife. Why should you fight me?"He was always uneasy. Although he had the upper hand in fighting skills, he lost to Simon physically.One force reduces ten meetings, especially in combat.All fighting and martial arts are based on physical strength, and so is assassination. Without physical strength, everything is a castle in the air.He was a little surprised that his physical strength fell so fast that it exceeded his own measurement. According to this state, if the battle dragged on, he really didn't dare to say who would win.However, to his relief, SAS Captain James and his colleagues who went out to check the post and monitoring head will be back soon. Time is good for him.Simon never said a word more, but stared at Anthony and said nothing.Anthony saw a strange look in Simon's eyes, which made him a little uneasy.It is reasonable to say that Simon cannot be unaware of his exit. Now he is at a complete disadvantage.WhyBefore he could get over it, Anthony suddenly felt something dripping from under his nostrils.Simon finally smiled.Anthony reached out and wiped it. He found that his hands were full of red blood.Simon suddenly stepped back two steps, hanged his hands, and looked at the vice president in front of him with the eyes of a laboratory technician looking at a mouse through a glass box."I didn't expect you to last so long."He said, "if it comes to combat effectiveness, I admit I lost to you."Anthony felt his heart beating uncontrollably again, and his breathing involuntarily accelerated. A layer of white fog suddenly appeared in his sight, as if he were sitting in the sauna, hot all over, and the blood in his blood vessels was running madly in his body at a high speed.Then, I felt my throat sweet. Wow, I opened my mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.Then, the ears and eyes began to exude blood, and the skin began to show an abnormal crimson. The eyes were as red as rubies and looked very scary."You..."He kept wiping the blood, but he could never wipe it clean. He knew very well that the blood vessels burst, starting with small blood vessels, because their caliber was the smallest and thinnest. Under the maximum pressure of blood, the first to burst were these small capillaries.As the heart jumps faster and faster, like a stalled engine, eventually the large blood vessels will burst under this pressure, and then they will die.Poisoned!A terrible thought flashed through his mind, but when did Simon poison it?Is it the knife in his hand?impossible!He squatted down, picked up the knife and took a look. He firmly believed that the blade was non-toxic.It can poison the knife. In fact, even if the skin is cut, very few can penetrate into the blood. It can't be so fast and deadly.What the hell is going on!?
