Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

At this moment, on the battlefield, after a brief standoff, Lokunlun faced off against Wimbledon and Farman head-on.

Earl Wimbledon roared and launched the first attack, his battle axe cleaving with tremendous force toward Lokunlun's left shoulder.

At the same time, Farman's battle axe swept across from the right, aiming straight for Lokunlun's waist and abdomen.

They attacked from the left and right simultaneously!

Seeing this, Luo Kunlun gripped the broken steel greatsword tightly with both hands, the blade flashing, each move flowing smoothly like clouds and water. When dodging, his movements were agile, and when counterattacking, they were accompanied by the force of thunder.

But Earl Wimbledon and Farman were no ordinary men either; both were seasoned veterans and had excellent teamwork.

One person attacked while the other held off the enemy, their battle axes slashing back and forth, effectively compressing Luo Kunlun's dodging space to the extreme.

"Kid, your fighting style may be smooth and fluid, but you've definitely never killed many people, or even been on a real battlefield. Otherwise, you would never have chosen to fight two against one!"

Earl Wimbledon roared, his battle axe slashing out in a sharp arc, forcing Lo Kunlun to retreat repeatedly.

He was full of confidence. With the advantage of two against one, what did it matter how fast this kid reacted or how agile he was?

Although their armor was not as indestructible as the Brock armor, it was still specially made heavy armor and could withstand multiple full-force slashes from the steel greatsword.

On the other hand, Luo Kunlun was only wearing an ordinary full suit of armor. If it weren't for their agility and quick reflexes, they would have already broken through the armor and chopped the kid into mincemeat!

"really."

Luo Kunlun agreed with this statement in his heart.

Although he had learned hand-to-hand combat and knives like daggers in his previous life, and had killed a few people, he always used firearms to kill enemies.

After all, it's no joke that a gun is fast and accurate beyond seven paces, and even faster within seven paces.

Why have a gun but not use it to fight your opponent with fists and weapons?

Therefore, he had never fought the enemy head-on with only cold weapons before, let alone one against two.

Aside from the battle when I traveled back in time, that was merely catching the opponent off guard and couldn't be considered a true duel.

Now that the two have joined forces, they are adept at both offense and defense, making it truly difficult to kill them.

Ryan only has the combat strength of a mid-level knight because of his equipment advantage; he is far inferior to Wimbledon and Farman, who are true mid-level knights.

What's more, they all attacked together.

Relying on the predictions of the nanomachines, Luo Kunlun maneuvered between the two, his greatsword skills impenetrable, sometimes parrying, sometimes counterattacking, but he could never find an opportunity to break through.

"There must be an opportunity."

In the blink of an eye, Luo Kunlun suddenly realized an opening.

As the sword speed slowed down slightly, his left shoulder slumped down, exposing his vital area to Farman, as if it were an oversight caused by exhaustion.

A glint flashed in Farman's eyes, and he immediately seized the fleeting opportunity, raising his battle axe and slashing fiercely at Lo Kunlun's chest!

Clang! Pfft!

The axe blade easily pierced through the full-body armor, slicing open Luo Kunlun's chest, and blood gushed out instantly.

"It worked! That kid's finished!"

Farman was overjoyed, a ferocious smile spreading across his face. He was about to press the battle axe down further and completely cleave the opponent's chest open.

But the next second, he suddenly felt dizzy and his vision drifted upwards uncontrollably.

He saw his headless body, still in the posture of swinging an axe, with a jet of blood gushing from his neck.

Luo Kunlun deliberately exposed his weakness!

The instant the axe blade sliced ​​through his chest, he twisted his waist sharply, and the broken steel greatsword in his hand swept out at an incredible angle with a sharp sound as it tore through the air, precisely severing Farman's neck.

"Holy crap..." Farman's head rolled into the swamp, his eyes still wide open, filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Why? Even if you replace him, Lokunlun will still be killed by Wimbledon in his blood loss state.

Wouldn't it be better to use his agility to escape than to end up like this?

Farman couldn't understand it, but Lo Kunlun had his reasons for doing so.

With nanomachines, the repair of such scratches takes only a few seconds.

Is there a better deal than trading a minor injury for a chance to break the deadlock?

At the same time, Earl Wimbledon stared at Lo Kunlun in disbelief, his ecstatic expression freezing instantly, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

Because he could clearly see that on Luo Kunlun's bloodied and mangled chest, the torn flesh was visibly writhing and healing, the gruesome wound was rapidly shrinking, and the bleeding was gradually stopping.

Such a rapid self-healing ability is simply not something a human could possess!

"A spellcaster! You are a spellcaster?!" Earl Wimbledon exclaimed, his voice filled with terror and trembling.

He thought of that record that only existed in ancient books.

In this world, spellcasters are legendary beings, possessing unimaginable and bizarre abilities that ordinary people simply cannot contend with.

Even the strongest mortal warrior is no match for a spellcaster!

At this thought, his hand holding the battle axe began to tremble violently. His previous confidence vanished, leaving only the thought of turning around and running away.

Luo Kunlun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; the pain in his chest had subsided considerably.

The nanomachines are working hard to repair his injuries. Although the sacrifice he made was painful, it brought him a fatal blow.

"Now it's your turn!"

Without any hesitation, Luo Kunlun immediately turned his sword and charged towards Earl Wimbledon.

Count Wimbledon's expression changed drastically. The defeat of Farman and the strangeness surrounding Lokunlun threw him into disarray, and his offensive became more impatient.

Luo Kunlun seized the opportunity, dodging the axe's attack while simultaneously looking for a chance to counterattack.

The greatsword and the battle axe clashed again. Instead of fighting head-on, Luo Kunlun used the force of the impact to sidestep and circle behind Earl Wimbledon. The greatsword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed towards the back of Earl Wimbledon's neck.

"No!" Earl Wimbledon roared, trying to turn around and block, but it was too late.

puff!

The greatsword easily cleaved through Earl Wimbledon's helmet, and blood and brains gushed out.

Earl Wimbledon swayed, then collapsed heavily into the swamp, falling completely silent.

Luo Kunlun leaned on his greatsword, panting heavily. His armor was covered in blood, and his arms ached from the continuous hard fighting.

He looked around and, with his sharp eyes, spotted Hand supporting Viscount Roth in the withered woods at the edge of the battlefield.

However, he did not chase after them.

Although the nobles were all quite anthropomorphic, and Roth and Hand could not be called good people, Lokunlun had still benefited from them.

To gain something from someone and then kill them is neither benevolent nor righteous.

Moreover, an injured junior knight and a mid-level knight with broken legs posed no threat to Lokunlun.

Therefore, Luo Kunlun let them go; he was not a butcher who killed for the sake of killing.

After confirming that there were no other threats, Luo Kunlun turned and walked towards the giant bear's carcass, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

The monster's blood, and the Brood armor on Ryan's body, are finally his!