There was a trace of shock in the brown eyes of the swordsman under the helmet. He didn't expect that Dean could escape his fatal blow in a hurry when he was concentrating on shooting the arrow. Moreover, he found that the speed of Dean's dodge was as fast as a phantom. Even he couldn't achieve such a rapid movement, so that his long-awaited shot failed and only scratched Dean's arm.
Eren Port, who was next to him, was shocked by the sudden change and froze on the spot.
Dean clenched the dagger in his right hand and stared at the swordsman coldly. Countless thoughts flashed in his mind. He didn't expect that the biggest danger on the battlefield would not come from the enemy, but from his own back! He was a little cold and palpitating at the same time. If he hadn't obtained the magic mark of the 'Splitter', and his body had undergone earth-shaking changes, he was afraid that this blow would have pierced his heart!
Whoosh!
The swordsman was only shocked for a moment after Dean unexpectedly dodged his attack. He quickly reacted and held his sword to attack again!
"Courting death!" Dean's eyes were cold. He didn't retreat but moved forward. He stepped forward and got close to the shield swordsman. His shoulder moved sideways and pressed against the shield swordsman's chest. He waved his dagger to block the swordsman's sword. His wrist fiercely exerted force. A strong force broke out from the dagger. The shield swordsman was hit in the face. Bang! The shield swordsman was caught off guard. His face was hit and he retreated backward.
Dean growled and quickly caught up with him.
The swordsman was shocked. This was completely inconsistent with the information he got. How could this be an intermediate hunter? He was even more terrible than a senior hunter. Even with his physique, his body couldn't keep up with Dean's speed. What kind of concept was this? There was only one thought in his mind, and that was that the boy in front of him was hiding his true strength! The combat power of a sixteen-year-old senior hunter was simply unimaginable!
Seeing Dean chasing after him, he had no time to think. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his face, and waved his sword to kill again. The sword light danced, like a snow-white silver light, enveloping Dean's whole body.
Exquisite swordsmanship!
Without hard work and training, it would be difficult to achieve this just by relying on one's physique.
Dean's pupils were fixed, and his eyes seemed to be gently contracting and adjusting. The sword light that was as fast as a phantom quickly became traceable in his eyes, as if it had stopped. Different postures appeared clearly in his sight, as if he was flipping through a still photo.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. He didn't have time to think. While he was retreating, he suddenly saw a gap in the sword light. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up and attacked.
Ding!
The sword light was blocked by the dagger. Dean quickly moved in front of the shield swordsman, swung his injured left hand and smashed it on the swordsman's chest.
The shield swordsman's chest armor seemed to be dented. Dean's eyes could see that the swordsman's heart contracted fiercely when the fist came out. It trembled violently, and the flesh and blood around the heart swayed gently, causing the blood flow to be impeded.
Puff!
The shield swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated a few steps.
Dean caught up with him at a faster speed. The dagger in his hand quickly slashed at the wrist of the swordsman holding the sword. In the blink of an eye, the wrist was cut off. The hand holding the sword fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.
The shield swordsman screamed in pain and turned to run.
Dean's eyes were cold. He threw the dagger and shot the back of the shield swordsman.
The shield swordsman trembled in pain and almost fell, but he didn't know where the strength came from, but he still staggered and ran quickly.
Dean put an arrow on the bow, took aim, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly shot.
Whoosh!
The arrow pierced the back of the shield swordsman and nailed him to the ground.
From the sudden attack of the shield swordsman to the counterattack of Dean, only about ten seconds had passed. Dean put away the bow and quickly rushed over. He saw that the shield swordsman had died, but he was not killed by his own arrow. Black poisonous blood was flowing out of his mouth, exuding a strange smell. At first glance, he knew that it was a very fast poison, so that he wouldn't be saved when he committed suicide.
Poison?
Dean was shocked when he saw the black poisonous liquid. He hurriedly looked at his left hand. His left hand was swollen. It was as thick as his calf. The wrist guard on his left hand was bulging. Because there was no pain nerve damage in his left hand, he didn't feel any difference!
"The sword is dipped in poison, fuck!" Dean cursed. He hurriedly untied the left wrist guard, tore the sleeve, and tightly tied the left shoulder to prevent the poisonous blood from flowing back to the heart.
"Master!" Allen reacted and hurriedly ran over. Looking at Dean's poisoned left hand, he hurriedly said: "Master, you are poisoned. Let me bleed and bandage your wound."
Dean took a deep breath and said: "Hurry up, disinfect and bleed."
"Yes." Allen turned around and touched the dagger, took out the first aid kit, and took out a lot of small things.
Dean stared at his left hand. Now that he didn't have the magic mark, his resistance to these toxins was greatly reduced. He suddenly realized that he should habitually bring some first aid detoxification drugs in the future.
"Hurry up!" Dean turned his head to urge Allen. Who would have thought that as soon as he turned his head he would see Allen holding a dagger towards him. Allen's face was full of murderous intent. The dagger was pitch black and flowing with liquid. Obviously it wasn't disinfectant alcohol.
Dean's pupils shrank. He quickly rolled on the ground to escape Port Allen's thrilling stab. He turned over and climbed up. As soon as he stood up, he saw Port Allen chasing him, waving a dagger to stab his chest.
"There is another one?" Dean's eyes widened as he dodged Allen's attack. He raised his knee and hit Allen's abdomen. His right hand grabbed Allen's throat and twisted!
With a crack, Port Ellen didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground, dead.
Dean gasped for breath as he sat on the ground. He was about to take out his first aid kit to bandage his wounds when he heard the roar of the wolf cavalry. He looked back and saw that Reid and others were retreating under the charge of the wolf cavalry. They were almost out of the mouth of the canyon.
Dean slightly gritted his teeth, grabbed the first aid kit and came to the entrance of the canyon. He said to a youth who was constantly shooting arrows: "Come over, bandage me and let me bleed."
The youth was surprised to see Dean suddenly appear. He was even more scared when he saw Dean's injured left hand. He hurriedly said: "Master, are you injured?"
"I told you to bandage my wound!" Dean didn't have the patience to talk anymore. He roared. The youth was scared but hesitated for a second.
The youth was shocked. He only hesitated for a second, but still gritted his teeth and put on the bow. He quickly took out a first aid kit and bandaged Dean.
Dean quickly pulled his bow and shot an arrow at the wolf cavalry in front of him.
Whoosh!
The arrow pierced the throat of a wolf cavalry who was rushing towards Reid.
Dean nocked another arrow and another wolf cavalryman fell.
The pressure on Reid and others was greatly reduced after the death of two wolf cavalry. But no one dared to look back because of the urgency of the battle. Otherwise their heads would be thrown into the sky.
The archer, who was about to help Dean bandage the wound, was shocked when he saw Dean's arrow.
Dean panted slightly after shooting three arrows. He roared at the young archer: "What the fuck are you doing?!"
The young archer was shocked by Dudian's roar. He quickly took out his dagger and wiped it clean. Then he took out some anesthetic powder and some detoxification powder: "Master, it may be a little painful. Please bear with it."
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