The curved blade pierced the last bandit's body from behind, its tip protruding from his chest.
winter!
His running body fell heavily to the ground, and he lost his breath without even struggling.
His body was surrounded by corpses, and Ning Feng stood in the blood, his eyes closed, breathing freely.
"Phew... Ha, that's a relief."
Opening his eyes, Ning Feng felt that much of the pressure he had been suppressing in his heart had been released.
Avoiding the flowing blood, he gently jumped out from the encirclement of corpses. His deerskin boots, apart from being stained with a little mud, were not stained with a single drop of blood.
The tip of the iron sword in his hand drooped but did not touch the ground, and the iron sword, which was almost stained red, became somewhat sluggish.
"Uh, the best sword in the village needs maintenance."
Even though Ning Feng had tried his best to cut along the joints to avoid wear, human oils still caused the blade to become clogged invisibly, which might cause it to slip slightly.
Looking around, Ning Feng decided to find a suitable rag from his spoils.
Just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out from not far away.
"I think we should join forces."
The bald, burly man, who was the leader of the bandits, witnessed Ning Feng's one-sided massacre, but hesitated when he initially planned to intervene and ultimately chose to stand by and watch.
And no one asked him for help until the bandits were all dead.
In the face of life and death, the bandits seemed to have forgotten his existence.
Finally, you've decided to speak up?
Ning Feng glanced at the burly man, but didn't stop what he was doing, continuing to select items as he spoke:
"Join forces? With you?"
Finally finding a suitable spot on Kevin's back, Ning Feng used the tip of his sword to cut open a rag and gently wiped it.
The slightly congealed blood plasma was wiped away with the rag, revealing its original luster and reflecting Ning Feng's eyes.
It was filled with joy.
It is the exhilarating killing intent that trembles the enemy after unrestrained venting.
With his eyes lowered, Ning Feng tried hard to restrain the evil thoughts that had been unleashed upon him.
We're still under surveillance; we can't let things get out of control.
What are you talking about?
Having observed silently for a while, Rhodes had sensed how unusual the man before him was. Suppressing his impulse, he slowly spoke:
"You're a contestant too, right? Now is not the time for conflict between us; cooperation is the best approach..."
Clang.
Ning Feng flicked the blade, producing a crisp sword sound, and interrupted the other party's next words.
"Oh, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."
Shaking his head and smiling, Ning Feng finally finished wiping the longsword and casually threw the rag over a thief's face to cover it.
Looking at the bald, muscular contestant, Ning Feng, sword in hand, earnestly explained with deep apology:
"What I mean is..."
Why would I team up with a piece of trash who would stand by and watch his companions die?
Ning Feng felt a sense of pleasure as he watched the burly man's face gradually darken, but his expression remained perplexed.
It was like hearing some incoherent nonsense that was hard to understand; I was completely confused.
"you……"
After the burly man spoke, Ning Feng's confusion disappeared, replaced by a mocking smile.
"Don't understand? Let me explain it more clearly..."
He said:
"I'm quite curious, why do you think you're qualified to team up with me?"
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