Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 358 The Battle in Three Seconds

"Over the years..."

Faced with the extremely cold words of the Death Raven, Nicolai calmly replied: "Monty, this is the first time you haven't argued with me."

It was as if, just a moment ago, he had lost all emotion.

"They're not even bothering to defend themselves anymore?"

However, the only response Nikolai received from the crevices in the rocks was the low murmur of the wind.

as well as--

"Whoosh!"

Upon hearing the sudden sound of the crossbow bolt, Thales' breath caught in his throat.

Nikolai swayed violently as he awkwardly turned to the side to dodge the deadly arrow that ripped through the air!
"Boom!"

After a muffled thud, a short arrow was firmly embedded in the ground not far from the Fallen One's shoulder, its shaft still trembling.

"A beautiful dodge."

Monty's voice came again from behind the rocks.

Lying on his side on the ground, Nikolai was panting heavily—despite his best efforts to dodge, the arrow had grazed his left shoulder armor, leaving an unsightly tear.

"But with that arrow in your hand, how many more times can you roll?"

The Meteorite frowned slightly, glanced at the arrow shaft on his right back, and then looked painfully at the wound on his chest: the arrowhead was slightly exposed, and blood was dripping from it.

Clearly, his dodge had worsened his injury.

"why?"

All that could be heard was Nikolai's hoarse voice: "What benefits did the Star People give you?"

"Monty!"

But before he could finish asking, Nikolai's expression changed drastically. He braced himself with his left hand on the ground and dodged again!

"Pong!"

The crossbow tether rang again, and the arrow pierced the air.

"clang!"

Another crossbow bolt lodged firmly in Nikolai's thigh, leaving only a frightening thud.

The Meteorite's leg armor was torn open, revealing specks of bright red beneath his clothing.

Beside the stream, in this small clearing surrounded by rocks, the seriously injured man lay pale and panting.

They faced a terrifying and powerful enemy hidden from view.

"Did you hear that? The sound of your own flesh being torn apart by barbs?" The voice of the Death Raven echoed eerily, filled with malice and cruelty, relentlessly attacking the other's psyche.

But this time, the tormented Nicolai remained silent.

On the contrary, his sweat-covered face was filled with intense focus.

Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, the Meteorite resolutely reached out his left hand and grabbed the golden-yellow, black-handled saber.

Thales frowned.

"What a pity, the power of the Rising Sun Saber can't stop the arrows..."

Monty's cold laughter drifted through the cracks in the rocks, sometimes near, sometimes far, carried by the unpredictable wind: "Are you thinking: If only the Blade of Souls were still here—"

But the Death Raven's words came to an abrupt end!

Nicolai calmly knelt down and rose, his left hand sweeping across the back of his head, his Rising Sun Saber extending towards his back.

Thales's eyes narrowed, and he was surprised.

He is...

The Meteorite's blade grazed the exposed shaft of the arrow, sending sparks flying.

"Zizi..."

With a strange hissing sound, the arrow shaft, which had been severed in an instant, fell helplessly to the ground, one side of which was still faintly red and emitting a wisp of white smoke.

Nicolai coughed. "You know, this flaming blade is definitely not suitable for blocking arrows..."

His blade returned to his chest, close to the wound.

Then came another terrifying hissing sound.

With a labored groan, Nikolai's blade and right hand parted from the wound in his chest.

Thales' eyes widened.

A small but menacing barbed arrow, along with its broken shaft, was pulled from the man's chest without hesitation.

Aside from the sweat on his forehead, the Meteorite didn't even flinch, as if he had just cut open someone else's wound: "However, cleaning the wound, removing the arrow, and stopping the bleeding is still very effective..."

The moment Nikolai finished speaking, another crossbow bolt struck!
"Shh!"

With a whooshing sound, Nikolai spun around rapidly.

The twists of fate surged within him, causing his figure to shift and change!
"Ding!"

The new crossbow bolt pierced through the afterimage of the target, landing just inches from the outside of Nikolai's boot, humming with its remaining force.

Thales watched the scene before him with concern: looking at the crossbow bolt on the ground, the Meteorite breathed softly, but was unharmed.

Compared to before, Nikolai seemed to have a lot of ease in removing the arrowhead from his body.

The deadly arrows of the Death Crow failed to strike for the first time.

Oh no—Thales gripped his sword tighter.

"Six seconds, old friend."

“From cocking the bow, aiming, ranging, to firing, it took you a full six seconds—about the same as eighteen years ago,” the Meteorite took a deep breath. He extended his right hand, gently clenching it into a fist. Although not as agile as before, it was no longer hindered by the arrow embedded in his body.
"In addition to the movement after firing an arrow, the interval between each arrow is at least seven to nine seconds—a safe seven to nine seconds."

Nikolai's expression returned to calm, and he released his grip, from which a small arrow fell.

The wound on his chest had long been sealed by the high temperature, and the wound on his back had stopped bleeding—the power of termination gathered in the bone near the arrow wound, surging endlessly, urging the muscles to contract and seal the wound.

"Shh!"

The sound of arrows whistling through the air rang out once more.

Before the meteorite could finish speaking, he suddenly spun around and slashed back with a knife!

Thales jolted awake, his hellish senses slowing down the scene before him in an instant: the silver light emanating from Nicolai's body propelled his body in an incredible turn, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

His blade was nimble and swift, slicing through the crossbow bolts in mid-air.

"laugh!"

Amidst the flying sparks, the Rising Sun Saber sliced ​​it in two without any resistance.

The meteorite paused slightly.

The scene before Thales returned to normal.

On the ground in the distance, a short arrow, split in two, continued its trajectory until it fell far away.

Thales' brow furrowed more and more: he could see that, despite still feeling the effects of his injuries, the Meteorite was slowly turning the tide.

Nicolai held up his slightly reddened Rising Sun Saber in his left hand and took a deep breath: "You're right, Monty."

The pale-faced man frowned as he looked at his left side: a sizable abrasion had recently appeared on his light armor.

He shook the weapon in his hand with dissatisfaction. "This steaming hot knife is too sharp. Even if it hits a crossbow bolt, it can't make it deflect."

"I'm starting to miss that old knife."

The Meteorite looked up and began to slowly pace around, his eyes warily scanning the surrounding rocks.

“You son of a bitch,” Monty’s voice drifted over again, his tone slightly raised, the vulgarity tinged with annoyance, repeating Thales’s concerns: “In the midst of excruciating pain, you’re taking arrows from the battlefield and still have time to calculate my rate of fire…”

"When did you become so powerful, you big-headed soldier who only knows how to chop people up?"

Nicolai gently moved his badly injured right arm, searching for the limits of his injury, and sneered disdainfully: "Didn't I say that this age is precisely when we are at our strongest? While our physical strength declines and our skills falter, our experience, knowledge, and will gradually settle into the most reliable strength."

The Meteorite sneered, his eyes flashing with rage: "And you can't imagine what I went through that night in Dragon Sky City six years ago..."

As Thales was resting and recovering his strength, a sudden thought struck him, and he couldn't help but recall that nightmarish night.

Especially under Rumba's cold laughter, the dark mass of crossbows, and the mesmerizing click of their mechanisms as they fired in unison.

Ruthless and indifferent.

And then there were the guards with their blades, desperately protecting him and the little rascal, including the resentful and pained expressions on their faces when they were severely wounded…

“Compared to that,” Nikolai’s sneer pulled Thales back to reality, “Monty, every time you shoot, you have to consider the distance, the wind direction, and calculate the opponent’s movement trajectory, right…”

Monty did not answer.

"What a coincidence."

Nikolai grinned coldly: "My finishing power is best at changing the trajectory halfway through."

"bass!"

Another muffled thud, followed by the next crossbow bolt!
but……

Thales solemnly observed that the Fold of Fate within Nicolai flickered slightly.

He stopped abruptly, twisted his body backward, and dodged the arrow that should have pierced his chest as if he had foreseen it!
"Hold!"

Monty's furious shout echoed from afar: "You managed to dodge that—are you a fly?!"

In response, Nicolai calmly shook his head: "Come on, Monty—I'm pretty much sure I know where you are."

He stared intently at the area to his left front, his left hand constantly twirling the saber.

Silence returned to the barren, rocky ground.

Only Nikolai, staring intently at the rock, and Thales, sitting on the ground recovering, pressed tightly against his shield.

Thales sighed heavily: Clearly, the situation has changed.

"Hahahaha," the Death Raven's laughter echoed eerily, tinged with a faint desolation: "You know, troublemaker, you remind me of Kaslan..."

Nikolai's gaze lingered in mid-air.

Kaslan?
Thales recalled a boisterous old man who had urged him to drink, but the prince never saw him again—he heard that the old man eventually died in Valhalla.

“In every duel between Kaslan and Tyrend, the relentless, fierce fire was gaining the upper hand, just as it was about to defeat the iceberg…”

Monty continued, “Counterattacks, traps, luring the enemy… Kaslan has ways to deliver a last-minute blow, turn the tide, and defeat Tyrond—even Mobuju can’t help him.”

Nikolai was initially puzzled, but then he realized what was happening.

The Unquenchable Flame, Tyrond.

His eyes dimmed: a former vanguard of the White Blade Guard, a great warrior of the same era as Kaslan.

“There’s always a way, there’s always a way… You’re really becoming more and more like that iceberg,” Monty sighed.

No.

Nikolai breathed softly: whether it was Kaslan or Tyrend...

They, along with Dominic, Black, Lyken, Saul, Bauer… these familiar faces from the Whiteguard.

Nicolai gripped the blade in his hand expressionlessly.

Just then, the Raven of Death spoke calmly: "What are you waiting for, Your Highness?"

As he spoke, the crossbow tether rang again!
The slightly distracted Meteorite was startled. The Fate's Twist immediately activated, and he spun around, barely dodging the arrow!
But it didn't end there.

"call!"

A gust of wind rang out!

Behind him, Thales had already appeared before him without him even noticing!
The prince, his face fierce, slashed with his sword, engulfing the disheveled Nicolai who had just dodged the sniper's attack.

"clang!"

Nicolai calmly raised his knife and, in the most unfavorable position, laboriously slid away Thales' attack.

Thales gritted his teeth and slammed his shield down with tremendous force!

"Bang!" "Clang!"

Nikolai braced his right shoulder against the shield, while the blade in his left hand deflected the prince's subsequent thrust.

“Step back, little prince,” the Meteorite said impatiently, pushing Thales back with a powerful thrust of his waist. “Otherwise you’ll lose an arm—or more.”

Thales snorted coldly: "Didn't you say that I only need one hand to eat?"

Just as the furious Nicolai was about to speak, a sense of foreboding washed over him.

He immediately lowered his head!
"call out!"

Another crossbow bolt came flying through the air!

It grazed Nikolai's left ear, leaving a scorching shockwave.

“See, you don’t really need to worry about me,” Thales exhaled, assessing his remaining strength, and said solemnly:

"Your real opponent is on the other side."

Nikolai let out a low growl, his eyes filled with hostility, and the sword wound Thales had inflicted on his face was still bright red.

The second prince's sword came stabbing again!
The meteorite had just raised his saber to parry when he sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, Thales's longsword, which was halfway through its thrust, suddenly veered off course, incredibly bypassing the blade that the Meteorite was trying to intercept!
It's a feint.

A feint attack orchestrated by fate.

Damn it!

The Meteorite cursed inwardly: That's my move.

He quickly stepped back, dodging Thales's sword strike that had turned a thrust into a slash.

Thales, who had forced his opponent back for the first time in a head-on confrontation, smirked.

really.

Nikolai suffered a severe injury to his right chest. Although the injury was temporarily suppressed, it was evident from the fact that he had to switch to using his left hand to wield the knife. From his dominant hand to his footwork and balance, the impact on the Meteorite was immense, and he was far from being in his best condition.

Thales let out a breath: Fighting this terrifying man wasn't as stressful as before.

Moreover—Thales rested his sword on his shield, his eyes fierce—he knew he had two major advantages:

First of all, Nikolai was unwilling to kill him unless absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, the Fallen Ones' pursuit of Dragon Sky City here would have been meaningless.

Secondly, this is not a battle between Thales and Nikolai, but a duel between the Deathraven and the Meteorite.

They focused their attention on each other—the Star Prince was, at best, just an arena.

Therefore, as long as one does their best to create trouble for the opponent and expose enough weaknesses in the Meteorite, the Hidden Death Raven can...

"Want to keep playing?"

Nicolai glared at him angrily: "Then open your eyes and watch!"

The next moment, his left-handed knife struck right in front of him!

Thales raised his shield, but then his heart skipped a beat.

In Hell's Senses, the power of annihilation within Nikolai surged forth, the blade slashing out before instantly changing direction.

A twist of fate.

There it is again.

Instantly changing direction and reversing inertia, this twist of fate is incredibly effective whether you're dodging or attacking!
Thales subconsciously activated the Sin of the River of Hell, mimicking the silver needles that burst forth from his opponent's bones. Amidst the muffled cracking and pain in his joints, he forcefully pulled back his shield, turning towards his opponent's true attack. At the same time, he drew his sword with his right hand, thrusting it straight at the enemy, preparing to play the "you change, I change" game with him once again.

His shield and Nikolai's weapon brushed past each other in the air, making a barely perceptible clang: "Clang!"

No.

and many more.

When Thales saw Nikolai's fierce expression, his heart pounded and a sense of foreboding arose within him.

It's not that simple...

"Whoosh!" The blade whistled, its momentum fierce, going straight and direct.

Thales was taken aback.

This time, the dead face did not trigger the twist of fate!
He didn't use any finishing moves, didn't change his shape or momentum, and didn't dodge Thales's rapier!

But -

"Aaaaah—!" Nicolai roared. Instead, he charged forward with his sword, undeterred!

"Swoosh!" Thales' rapier grazed Nikolai's left shoulder, and blood splattered.

But Meteorite's blade had no other concerns and went straight for the middle lane!

The next second, while still in a dodging stance, Thales, who was retreating in a disheveled manner with his sword and shield, felt a chill in his throat and his heart pounded with fear.

Before he could react, a Rising Sun Saber was already pressed against his neck.

“The art of deception, like war, is a skill,” Nicolai said, his eyes cold, ignoring the wound on his shoulder. “But if you become too engrossed in the deception, too reliant on feints and deceptions to gain an advantage…”

The man didn't continue.

Thales sighed, lowered his shield, and held his sword upside down as a sign of surrender.

Nikolai tightened his grip slightly, coldly threatening, "This is your fate..."

"Bang!" Another crossbow bolt rang out in the distance!
The Meteorite's expression changed.

At the same time, Thales slashed out with the blade of his sword held upside down!
Caught in a pincer attack, Nikolai's expression changed, and he cursed, but only managed to utter one word: "Fuck!"

The Fate Cycle within the Meteorite's body swirled once more, forcefully twisting his form!

Nikolai perfectly dodged Thales's close-range backhand sword, but was slashed across his left arm by a swift crossbow bolt, leaving a trail of blood.

The unstable Meteorite gritted his teeth and retreated several steps to get out of the danger zone, using the Rising Sun Saber to scald and stop the bleeding.

"I think he means, Your Highness, you know how to deceive the enemy, and you also know how to fight desperately."

Montina's languid demeanor vanished, replaced by a solemn and even more ferocious voice that echoed from the surrounding rock crevices: "But you have experienced far too few battles; you don't know when to deceive the enemy or when to fight to the death."

Thales' brow twitched.

The Death Crow said softly, "I have a suggestion: when the enemy is used to you fighting desperately, you should deceive them; when the enemy is used to you deceiving them, then you should fight desperately."

“Thanks for the guidance,” Thales said with a sigh of relief. “I feel like I’ve learned more today than I have in the past six years of outdoor training sessions.”

“I can tell,” the Meteorite pressed his chest wound, staring at him with hostility. “You’re insulting me?”

Thales smiled amicably.

"Also, speaking of training sessions, if I remember correctly..." Thales looked at Nikolai in front of him and sighed rather helplessly:

"Six years ago, he was hit by arrows in his left leg and left arm, but he still fought all day without removing the arrowheads in time, which left him with a problem."

Nikolai paused abruptly upon hearing this!
six years ago……

This little brat...

this……

He gripped the hilt of his knife tighter and tighter.

Thales said solemnly, "During training, his left-side movements are slightly uncoordinated compared to his right side."

“Understood.” Monty’s reply was brief and satisfied.

Nikolai remained silent for a moment.

“You,” the Meteorite gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his sneer gone, his eyes fierce:
"You... are doing very well."

Thales sighed helplessly, shaking his arm slightly—the numbness and soreness returned.

We're almost at our limit.

The battle resumes in the next moment!

The prince turned sideways, raised his shield, and charged without hesitation at the trembling Nikolai!

His response was a low sweeping kick from the Meteorite, attempting to knock him down as he charged forward.

This time, Thales gritted his teeth and refused to dodge the twists of fate.

He unleashed the Sin of the River of Hell, amplifying his power and maintaining his balance. He crouched low, stomping his feet firmly against the opponent's legs!
"Boom!"

Despite the sudden movement, Thales did not fall. He roared and shoved, forcefully deflecting Nicolai's saber.

Monty's loud laughter echoed from the crevice in the rock: "Look, he's learned it."

The Meteorite activated the Fate's Curve with all his might. He spun around the shield in a strange manner, his weak right hand reaching over the shield to grab Thales' left arm and skillfully pulling it away!
Thales lost his balance from the blow, and his longsword went astray.

He leaped over Nikolai, took a few steps, lost his balance, and landed on one knee.

But with every gain comes a loss.

"call out!"

Nikolai, who was tripped by Thales, heard a sound in his ear. He only had time to dodge with his upper body before he suddenly felt a pain in his leg!
"laugh!"

He was shot through the left calf by Monty's arrow!
The meteorite cried out in pain, cursing fiercely, "Monty!"

Fuck your mother!

The prince coughed painfully a few times, then got up and looked at Nikolai, frowning slightly.

He turned his head and said resentfully to the raven hiding behind the scenes, "Little legs?"

"Can't you find the key point?"

Monty's voice rang out, retorting to Thales without any politeness: "I'm looking for the shooting line too!"

"Unless you want me to even..."

Before he could finish speaking, the crossbow twanged again!

Nikolai looked grief-stricken and indignant as he struggled to turn around, dragging his injured leg!

"Shh!"

Fortunately, the crossbow bolt only grazed his thigh, tearing his armor.

After firing the arrow, Monty slowly uttered the full sentence with sarcasm: "...I'll shoot you through too, Your Highness!"

Thales was speechless for a moment, then shook his head helplessly: "Never mind, we'll bet next time..."

But before Thales could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Startled, Thales turned around and the blade of the Rising Sun Saber was right in front of him!

"clang!"

The prince, his spirit broken, raised his shield with all his might, desperately blocking the blow that Nikolai was about to deliver with both hands!

"you!"

Nikolai paid no heed to his pierced calf; his face was flushed with extreme rage, and the bloodstains from Thales's slashes were clearly visible.

"I've had enough of your coordinated attacks!"

With red eyes, the Meteorite roared, "One is shameless and insidious, the other is despicable and vile!"

"What do you take this for?!"

Thales drew his sword with all his might, trying to force his opponent back.

But the instant he handed over the weapon, he heard a strange sound:

"Zizi..."

A blade suddenly appeared on the back of the shield, slightly red and emitting wisps of smoke.

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

Not good.

Sure enough, at that instant, the crimson Rising Sun Saber pierced through the other side of the shield and came right in front of him!

The legendary anti-magic warrior effortlessly cleaved Thales' shield in two, then turned to cut him with the longsword.

"Zizi..."

All of Thales' weapons were like paper, turning into scrap metal in an instant.

Even Thales' entire arm was scorched red by the Rising Sun Saber, and a faint smoke rose from it!

The prince groaned in pain.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Nikolai roared wildly, tripped Thales, and swept him to the ground!
In that instant, Thales' face contorted in agony as he crashed to the ground.

"bass!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again.

The Meteorite instinctively leaned forward and pressed himself tightly against Thales' back to dodge the deadly arrow!
"Sizzle!" That was the sound of flesh being torn apart at high speed.

"Ugh—" With a muffled groan from Nikolai, a crossbow bolt grazed his lower back dangerously, tearing through his light armor. As Nikolai bent over, it sliced ​​through his skin and grazed his neck and shoulder!
This crossbow bolt drew out the most blood since the start of the war, and the stench-filled liquid even gushed over Thales' head.

Blood streamed down his head, and Thales took a difficult breath, his mouth and nose filled with the stench of blood.

It reminded him of many bloody nights.

For example, abandoned houses, King Street, and the Shield District.

But Monty's crossbow bolt not only failed to stop the Meteorite, but the excruciating pain seemed to fuel Nicolai's madness.

Nicolai knelt tightly on Thales' back, trembling as he straightened up.

“Monty…”

“Monty…”

Nicolai roared in grief and anger, "Monty!"

"damn it……"

The meteorite was in so much pain that his teeth chattered, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was broken and hoarse.

But unable to find Monty for a long time, he could only angrily lower his head and look at Thales on the ground.

Thales struggled to get up, trying to support himself on the ground.

But he was already firmly pinned down by the experienced Nicolai, unable to even turn over.

Oops.

We pushed him too far.

“I couldn’t find Monty,” Nicolai’s eyes were filled with barely suppressed anger, “but I caught you!”

"Yes, I won't kill you!"

His blade slammed down with tremendous force, striking Thales' left hand as he pressed it to the ground.

boom!
Thales was jolted awake, feeling a sharp pain in his left wrist!
"Kala——"

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Aaaaah—" Thales screamed in agony, struggling desperately as his right hand reached back to grab something!
His left hand seemed to have lost all feeling, leaving only pain.

But the prince was immediately punched hard in the back of the head by the Meteorite!

A burst of golden stars appeared before my eyes.

"But I mean what I say!"

With bloodshot eyes, the Meteorite slammed down with the back of his blade once more!
"Wow--"

This time, Thales' right knee made a terrifying cracking sound and was accompanied by excruciating pain!
"Aaaaah—" The prince's cries of pain grew more and more intense, his entire spine spasming upwards as he struggled more and more frantically.

But Nikolai still held him firmly to the ground.

The Meteorite gritted his teeth in hatred, listening to Thales's screams, a strange sense of pleasure in his eyes: "I will give it to you..."

He roared, pressing down hard on the boy beneath his knees, and raised the knife again:

"Leave your right hand behind!"

The next moment, the back of his blade fell for the third time!

"Kara!"

With a chilling, sharp sound, Thales' left tibia snapped.

The prince was in so much pain that he could barely cry out; his shoulders pounded the ground from side to side, trembling weakly.

Time seemed to slow down.

Thales breathed in a daze.

He was trembling.

At that moment, in excruciating pain, he felt as if death was truly approaching.

This is……

Is this the end?
"Monty!"

Nicolai scrambled off Thales and jerked his head up!
He roared, his face contorted with rage, and looked around: "Come on!"

"Come and kill me!"

"Whoosh!" Another string twanged, coming from the right.

Sensing the threat, Nikolai did not hesitate and suddenly activated the Fate's Turn!

The meteorite leaned forward sharply—an arrow landed limply on the ground.

But it didn't end there!

Huh?
The alert Nikolai tensed up: a short knife and a figure rushed towards him from the sandstorm on his left!
So, the crossbow bolt on the right was just bait; the real one was lurking here, waiting for me...

Lost in thought, the battle-hardened Nicolai did not pause. Fate intervened once more, and with a sudden shift in momentum, he swung his Rising Sun Saber with incredible ferocity!
"Zizi..."

The sharp, legendary anti-magic weapon severed the man who appeared to the left of Nikolai, along with the dagger in his hand.

But the moment Nicolai turned around, he froze.

He only cut through a short knife, and...

A piece of light armor?
Oops.

Not the left side, but—

Before Nicolai could even process what was happening, a pair of strong, powerful arms, radiating a deep chill and murderous intent, suddenly and irresistibly reached out from his right side, from the direction of the crossbow bolt!

The enemy's left arm passed through Nicolai's left shoulder, around his neck, and hooked its crook around his throat.

At the same time, the opponent's right arm passed through his right shoulder, allowing his left hand to grip the upper arm joint tightly, while his right palm pressed firmly against the back of Nicolai's head.

"Left? Or right?"

"War is the art of deceiving the enemy," that familiar, cold voice replied. "Is that so?"

Nikolai felt a chill run through him: he had just realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

The next second, the opponent behind suddenly exerted their strength!
"You seemed to have said you could snap my neck in five seconds?" The enemy remained pressed tightly against him, but arched his body, pressing the Fallen's head forward with his face and right hand, while his arms tightened behind him, locking the latter's neck:

"Remember this? Tyrend's strangulation technique... It takes less than five seconds, three seconds to finish the fight."

The other party gave a slight cold laugh and used all their strength in their hand.

one second.

Nikolai's face turned pale, and his vision blurred—the blood in his veins was stuck in his carotid artery and could no longer flow to his brain.

His hands struggled weakly.

The voice behind him said coldly, "You're such a headache, you're really hard to kill."

"Sure enough, turning around from the left is much slower..."

two seconds.

The meteorite's vision darkened, his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and even the Star Prince, who was trembling on the ground in front of him, became a double image.

He had just pulled his Rising Sun Saber back to his chest, intending to stab backward, when his hand suddenly went limp due to severe oxygen deprivation in his brain.

The target can no longer be found.

Nicolai convulsed unconsciously, the only words remaining in his ears were the chilling, concise, and unsettling words of the Death Raven:
"ended."

"A troublemaker."

three seconds.

Painfully shrugging: I didn't want to get writer's block either.

By the tearful Wujian

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