The Devil Inside

Adrian and his coach had practiced this set of sword moves too many times. His body's movements were faster than his thinking, and his ability was limited. He naturally fell into the trap, and by the time he reacted, it was too late!

"clang!"

The sword collided with the deep fear, and the sound was crisper than before.

A huge force came at him, causing Adrian's wrist bone to ache, his palm to burst, and the black sword flew out of his hand and spun into the ground.

He knew something was wrong, and all the runes on his magic armor lit up, scorched earth flew everywhere, and a violent energy explosion blew away everything around him. He tried to use this trick to force Han Solo back!

Han Solo...

Missed.

Before the fire spread, Han Solo had already woven a spider web under the soil. He had previously relied on the "Stealth Hunter" feature to move quickly and kill the two most threatening spellcasters.

After that, he held back, not activating the Hidden Hunter just for the moment.

Before the shockwave from the explosion of the magic armor arrived, he retreated to the edge of the courtyard at lightning speed;

When the explosion was over, he moved like a ghost and quickly rushed behind Adrian. With the sword shining, he made a domineering slash -

Shattered Adrian's back armor.

Adrian reacted quickly as well. He responded to the impact from his back by throwing himself forward, rolling a few times in the black embers and regaining some distance.

Han Solo did not pursue.

Wu pointed his sword at the ground, took two steps sideways, his eyes never leaving Adrian: "Adrian, do you have any other tricks?"

Really...

Desperate.

Adrian laughed bitterly. His magic armor had been destroyed, revealing the yellowed clothes underneath. The low-key luxurious paper box was damaged and cigarettes were scattered all over the floor.

His sword was deeply terrifying, stuck in the ground three meters away.

It wasn’t far, but he understood——

This is the distance between him and death.

He couldn't cross these three meters.

If you dare to go, you will die!

As a descendant of the Hawke family, he is very ambitious.

After years of study and understanding, he found a truth and always adhered to it:

"Never use the weak to defeat the strong."

Since ancient times, there has never been a true victory of the weak over the strong. The classic cases of the weak defeating the strong in books are all local advantages under global disadvantages.

Only by launching attacks under advantageous conditions can you always be victorious and win beautifully.

Advantages in numbers, level, and equipment.

For someone who comes from a great aristocratic family, these advantages can be easily obtained as long as one is a little bit tougher on oneself.

In exquisite paper boxes, there are low-quality cigarettes;

Under the gorgeous magic armor is a base layer that has been worn for five years;

The most important thing is to train actively, practice diligently, and create an image of diligence and progress.

This not only improves your own strength and wins praise from others, but also makes it possible to naturally refuse unnecessary social interactions and greatly save expenses.

Do not misunderstand.

Adrian has a lot of pocket money, an amount that is unimaginable for ordinary people.

He was by no means a stingy person. In order to redeem his extremely bad impression with Leila, he did not hesitate to borrow money to decorate the Arendelle school district and cast a statue of Leila.

That is definitely not a small amount of money, it can be said to be an astronomical figure!

Adrian's pocket money is not enough to support his ambition. Without the family's special attention, he can only save little by little. Expanding the team, adding spell tools, and winning people's hearts require huge cash support.

He was like a hungry polar bear, craving for the fat fish swimming under the ice.

He patiently grinds the ice, melting it bit by bit, getting as close as possible to the future he wants.

Since his debut, Adrian has never taken the initiative to launch an attack when he was at a disadvantage. This nobleman is obviously capable of fighting but is too cautious.

just now……

Han Solo.

Adrian felt "fear" when he saw the murderous intent in Han Solo's eyes.

After working hard for so many years and surviving to this day, I still have so many ambitions to realize. Am I going to die here?

Can not accept!

There is no advantage in numbers, no advantage in equipment, and no advantage in will... Han Solo's will is so strong, he is simply crazy!

The big fire just now...

Even if Adrian was given a hundred choices, he would never set that fire.

If it were him, at the beginning, he would lower his head and lean forward, saying loudly: "I'm sorry! Master Adrian!"

As for the level——

Rank is just an inaccurate measure of combat effectiveness.

The current situation is the most powerful proof. He is already showing signs of defeat, but Han Solo is obviously not using his full strength.

In fact, he was not in his prime at the beginning!

See it.

It turns out that you can't use the weak to fight the strong, that would be courting death.

Adrian bent down and drew the dagger from his boot.

Under Han Solo's gaze, he placed the dagger on the little finger of his left hand and cut it hard -

Blood spurted out and the little finger fell to the ground.

Adrian covered his wound, his face twisted in pain: "Han Solo, I know you are unhappy now... I cut off my little finger as an apology to you."

Han Solo just thought it was ridiculous: "I want more than just your little finger."

"I know, I did go too far. A little finger is not to make you forget everything, but to hope that you can listen to me. Someone assigned me to kill you. Don't you want to know who that person is?"

Adrian said sincerely.

Han Solo frowned slowly.

Hooked.

Adrien chuckled inwardly.

He continued, "Han Solo, you are a smart man, think about it carefully! Killing me is useless. That lady will not let you go. She will only send someone more powerful to finish you off! I can help you negotiate, I will be the middleman, and eliminate the conflict between you—"

"It's not necessary."

Han Solo suddenly said.

Adrian was stunned: "Mr. Han! That man is not someone you can fight against!"

"Three minutes ago, did you think I could stand up to you?"

"……what?"

Adrian felt a chill that seemed to erupt from his bones.

He stopped breathing, his body trembled, and his eyes were filled with horror.

"I don't understand what you said. Is there anyone in this world that I can't fight? The big shot you mentioned may be awesome, but if I cut him with a sword, he will be no different from a pig or a dog. He will die anyway!"

Han Solo pressed on.

Adrian covered the wound on his pinky finger and backed away repeatedly: "No, no, no... You can't kill me! I'm the heir of the Hawke family. If you kill me, you, think about the consequences!"

Adrian, mentally broken.

why me?

He thought frantically.

There are so many nobles in this world who are unenterprising and morally corrupt. What else can they do besides smoking, drinking and playing cards?

He has wasted his best years of youth and only knows how to enjoy himself. He has received an education that is incomparable to ordinary people, but he lives like a waste and is not even as capable as a commoner!

Adrian looked down on those nobles, thinking that they had no redeeming qualities other than reincarnation.

But why...

Those people were alive and well, but he was going to die here?

If he had known this would happen, he could have enjoyed the feasting and revelry! He could have lived an absurd life!

Really, it's unacceptable!

"Han Solo! Have you had enough of that? I want to go home!"

He roared.

"That's so ugly. You're not as brave as Fox."

Han Solo swung his sword and easily cut off Adrian's head.

He died.

Chapter 49#049 The Sixth Hour Curse of the Twelve Hour Device, Fight Diana Again! (4.8K)

"What happened? What happened!?"

The chief of the Old Town Security Bureau rushed to the scene and asked a question to an agent.

The operator shook his head: "I don't know, it seems... it seems like there are strong people fighting!"

This is not nonsense!

The chief of police looked up at the dark area that had inexplicably appeared before him.

That realm is too dreamy.

It was dark and deep, with stars twinkling gently, like a handful of night sky falling into the world.

only--

From time to time, loud explosions were heard inside, and powerful shock waves swept in, shaking even the streets.

The chief of public security looked serious and asked, "Have you checked inside?"

"The deputy director took people in, and they haven't come out yet."

"Use the messenger! Is your brain full of shit?"

The operator said innocently: "We have sent out a courier, but... the courier doesn't dare to enter."

Following the operator's finger, the director saw several virtual creatures wandering outside the night.

That's the Sheriff's Bureau's exclusive courier.

Well-trained, loyal, reliable, and hardworking.

Even they dare not enter...

The already serious expression of the police chief became even more solemn, and he immediately ordered: "Seal off the scene, evacuate the residents, and I will contact my superiors immediately."

In the night.

Diana's left hand was shattered and disappeared.

There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on her body, and her face was covered with scars from burns and knife cuts. Through the missing half of her chin, her entire gums could be seen.

Her eyes were extremely bloodshot. "How amazing! You are able to push me to this point. You are outstanding! I am one of the twelve priests of the Time Cult. You probably don't know what a 'Time Priest' is. I can say that there are not many people in the whole of Arendelle who can hurt me!"

In response, Viola just remained silent.

Diana is really strong.

Viola is a "student" of Arendelle and a "disciple" of the black wizard Monica, which doesn't sound like a big deal.