Nastu recovered a lot of strength in the intervals between words. It was unknown whether he was really blinded by anger or did not want to believe that he was still a "human", so he did not attack him at the best time.
Nastu supported himself on the ground with one hand, bounced up with the strength of his waist and abdomen, and dodged in mid-air.
A knife flew from behind, he caught it steadily and began to counterattack.
The pairs of eyes around seemed to be embedded in the stone wall, not blinking.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man roared, grabbed the knife from his neck with his bare hands, and at the same time hit the lower half of the face of the person behind him with his head.
The young man did not lean back under the force, but instead put his arms around the waist of the person in front of him and used his body to force the person to the ground. Blood flowed from his nose to the middle-aged man's neck and then to the grass.
The crowd that had been watching the game silently erupted in excitement.
They turned their blades against their own people, each serving their own master, even though they had once fought side by side to repel foreign enemies and sang and drank together.
Without weapons, and only with their own fists and feet, the physical abilities of people in their thirties and forties cannot keep up with those of young people.
But after all, he has lived for so many years and he can't eat for free. If the two sides get entangled, Stu's people will not get much benefit.
"Who do you think will win?"
Hesa sat on the ground holding a wooden stick, listening to the chaotic noise outside, and there seemed to be a layer of mist on his gray eyes.
"Of course it's Stu." Su Yumo answered without hesitation.
"Really? I think so too." He rang the bell on his wooden staff and turned to ask, "My name is Sachu. Maybe we can be friends?"
The old man's eyes were no longer as bright as before. He looked at people as if through a veil. I wonder what secret he had seen through.
Su Yumo saw a quietly flowing river in his eyes, deep and peaceful.
"good."
She had just thought he was a madman, but now she realized that she was short-sighted.
How could someone who deals with gods be just a madman?
This was a life-and-death battle. No one held back. Every blow was fatal. Blood splattered, staining the grass and seeping into the soil drop by drop.
After all, he was old and lacked physical strength. After a few rounds, Hazzas's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his speed could not keep up with his movements. There were many scratches on his arms and abdomen, and both of their knives were covered in blood.
Nastu became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and Hazzas's defeat was an encouragement to him.
He seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest. When he fell to the ground, he controlled his upper body with his knees and put the long knife to his neck.
"Aokote!"
All the sounds of fighting stopped at this moment, followed by the sound of arrows.
Before the arrow could reach the target set by the archer, it was hit by a long knife and deviated from its direction.
Abru has been paying attention to the movements of the two people in the open space. It's not that he is afraid that Stu will lose, but he is afraid that someone is playing tricks behind his back.
He was born not to like using his brain, and no one had ever taught him how to break down an ordinary thing and find the mystery in it.
But the two of them have already spoken so openly, it would be unreasonable for him not to understand.
The Khan usurped the throne and wanted to kill Nastu.
And there is an accomplice - Aokete.
They had been under his nose for so many years, but he had never discovered their conspiracy.
In this way, how can he protect Nastu in the future?
Aokote was famous for his archery skills on the grassland. When he first came into contact with a bow and arrow, an old man who was about to die said that this kid would definitely become a great archer in the future, with the same style as he had in his past.
As expected, he won everyone's applause with his archery at the first grassland meeting. The old man felt that his wish had come true and passed away a few days later.
From then on, whenever there was an archery competition, no one could beat him wherever he was, and the garlands woven by the girls could almost fill his entire tent.
If it weren't for his careful defense just now, Abru would have had no chance of success.
Before Abulu turned around after throwing his sword, an arrow brushed past his face, catching him off guard.
The next moment, three arrows were fired at the same time, hitting the man on the ground with his hands and right foot. Finally, another arrow hit his left foot. The arrowheads pierced through the flesh and went straight into the ground.
Hazard was like a criminal nailed to the gallows, awaiting the final judgment.
"ah!"
Hazzas raised his head and screamed. The pain from his limbs being pierced through made his eyes go black and white. The sky was colorless in front of him, and it seemed like there were crows flying through it.
Abru, holding the snatched short blade in his hand, watched in amazement as the last arrow flew from Aokot's hand into Hazzas's leg.
Hazzas's face was distorted, and his facial features were trying their best to show disbelief.
"Are you his?"
"It has been a long time." After saying that, he did not forget to glare at Abulu fiercely.
To be honest, he really wanted to shoot an arrow at his head to see what came out.
Nastu pretended not to see it, nodded in praise, and put the short blade in his hand behind his back.
"I am so blind." Hazzas said with great sorrow.
"Your plan is not brilliant, maybe even stupid. I have put in a lot of effort to play this drama with you." Stu said with regret.
A simple sentence broke the last bit of Hazas's pride.
After recovering from the pain, he lowered his jaw, and a pair of calm eyes met his gaze.
He hated those eyes and wanted to gouge them out.
He couldn't see through Nastu. Every time he racked his brains, he still had no idea what he was thinking, but Nastu could easily understand his thoughts.
Why does that loser have such a perfect son while his own sons are dead?
He couldn't tell whether he hated that loser or Stu.
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