Chapter 6

The completely crazy bandit leader rushed at Lauren recklessly, waving his iron sword in front of him like a wolf's claw.

Loren didn't mean to step back. He held the old knight's long sword in his hands. The cold sword body was held flat, like a hunter waiting for his prey to come up.

The oncoming iron sword swept down from the top of his head, but the black haired wandering Knight reversed his sword body and completed the posture of holding the sword body high in an instant. In an instant, the other party's attack direction was severely chopped down!

"Dang --!"

The weight of the knight's long sword easily missed Martin's weapon. The blade fell to the ground and staggered with the robber leader. The pace under his feet couldn't stop because of inertia. For a moment, the two were almost close to each other.

Loren's right hand had raised the handle of the sword, his left hand held the body of the sword, and with all his strength, he stabbed the end of the handle into Martin's face, which had been twisted by ferocity.

"Ah --!"

The sound of broken nasal bones was completely covered by the scream of. Martin, who was staggering and covering his nose, stepped back for several steps before he stopped. Instead of pursuing, Loren stopped and raised his long sword again.

In the two or three years of wandering with the old knight Leonardo, the other party didn't teach him much fencing, but only simple chopping and blocking. But that doesn't mean Loren can't see how the old knight uses his sword and fights with all kinds of enemies - maybe it's just a poor imitation, but that's enough.

"You... Damn little boy, bastard." Martin, who covered his face, took his hands away bit by bit, left a blood mark on his face and said ferociously word by word: "I really despise you!"

The long and narrow sword body didn't move, and Loren narrowed his eyes slightly - he just got the first chance by the carelessness of the other party. No matter how stupid the robber leader is, he won't be fooled for the second time.

I'm going to work hard next.

The furious Martin slashed his sword over his head, and Lauren subconsciously wanted to block the blade, but this time the robber leader didn't give him a chance. The tip of the sword almost wiped the tip of Lauren's nose, so he had to sidestep.

The gap between the two is much larger than it seems - the robber leader is two heads taller than Lauren, which means that Lauren must lean up to see the path of the attack. Every sharp chop will force him to move and dodge.

Martin, like a mad dog, waved his iron sword one after another. It was obvious that the country robber had not learned any fencing, but he could approach Loren who had learned fencing again and again by virtue of his physical advantage and his beast like reaction ability!

As the blade approached again and again, Loren, holding the knight's long sword in both hands, widened his eyes to dodge and resist the thing that could kill him. Behind him, ain was so anxious that he was frightened again and again - even if the little wizard didn't know fencing, he could see that Loren was at a disadvantage now.

"Dang --!"

Once again, stop the opponent's sword. The blade has left a wound on Loren's right arm. This time he did not continue to insist, but stepped back a little.

The other party is completely crazy, but he can't hold it anymore - Lauren can feel his lower legs trembling, and his breathing is getting louder and louder. If he can fight his physical strength, he can't fight Martin with his two handed sword.

"Come on, little boy, come on!" Martin shouted madly, "I can stab your knight master and see if I can tear you?!"

The advantage of Knight Sword lies in its length, but because of its physique, it has become its own disadvantage, and the other party's height exceeds itself, which means that he can attack the enemy's footwall, but the other party can't.

This is the only chance, but the price is that you have to gamble your life.

"Come on, boy, are you afraid?" Martin was still shouting wildly. He was really crazy. He had always been cunning. He bumped into such a desperate place for the first time, and even couldn't see the possibility of escape, even the slightest possibility!

He didn't even think why he felt the fear of death from this damn cub. He was like a hyena in a cage. The trembling from the bottom of his heart was absolutely impossible.

Are you going to die in such a place and be slaughtered by this damn little bastard?

Crazy Martin can only cover his fear with his own madness, like imagining the prey that escaped the hunter's palm and making the final struggle.

The two men moved at the same time, with eyes that could tear people to pieces, and jumped at each other without leaving any room.

In order to avoid Martin's sword, Loren tried to lower himself down, rushed forward with his sword flat in his hands, and faced the sharp sword that the robber leader cleaved to his head.

The only difference is that this time, he not only didn't dodge, but also didn't even raise his long sword to resist... The sharp blade fell straight down like that. Until the moment when he was about to hit, Loren opened his head and slashed heavily on his left shoulder!

Even if it was just a rough iron sword, the cold blade still tore open Lauren's cloak, hit his shoulder blade, and the blood sprayed directly dyed half of his body red.

However, the knight's long sword in his hand has penetrated into the other party's footwall - Lauren, who endured the pain, clenched the handle of the sword with both hands, pulled it back with force, and tore a huge hole directly in the inside of the robber's head's thigh!

He's dead!

"Ah, ah, ah!!!!!!" Martin, who was screaming, fell back to the ground. Loren, who had just taken a step to catch his breath, was kicked in the chest by Martin, who was lying down, and the sword in his hand flew out.

Loren, who was kicked off by this kick, fell to the ground like a sandbag and rolled for several times before stopping. The torn wound on his shoulder hurt like fire, and even it became very difficult to lift his arm.

"You... Damn... Bastard..."

The bleeding bandit leader did not know where to find the idea, which made him stand up again. Step by step, he walked hard to Loren lying on the ground. His ferocious expression became weaker and weaker. There was a long "river of blood" where his steps passed, but he still couldn't stop him.

"Even if I really have to go to hell... It must be you!" Martin, who was getting weaker and weaker, stepped on Lauren's chest, held the iron sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at his face: "die for me!"

"Lauren, close your eyes --!"

The scream of the little wizard could almost penetrate the eardrum, making Loren close his eyes without thinking much. Flying from ayin's fingertips, the glowing "firefly" rushed to the robber leader with the momentum of "looking back to death" and exploded in front of him!

The robber leader who lost his sight screamed and lost his iron sword. He instinctively covered his eyes and took a half step back. Just for a moment, Loren, whose shoulder was injured, dodged the falling blade.

"I, my eyes... My eyes are gone... My eyes are gone..." the wailing bandit leader seems to have forgotten that Loren is still alive. He is getting weaker and weaker after losing too much blood. He keeps repeating the same sentence like a madman and retreats step by step.

Loren, who picked up the knight's sword, barely stood up with his sword body, staggered and gasped in front of the robber leader, and pushed him to the ground without much effort.

Obviously, there was only half a step left before the chance of revenge, but Loren still felt no pleasure at all as before - the enemy who fought his life to defeat was just a mangy dog.

"I remember you wanted this sword very much before, didn't you?" the panting Loren said to himself, holding the handle of the sword in his hands and aiming at his heart like the robber leader just now: "then you have to hold it steady!"

From top to bottom, the blade pierced Martin's chest without hindrance. Only a strong dull sound could be heard in his chest. The body of the dying robber leader suddenly twitched, his bloodshot eyes stared at Lauren, and then it was completely dark.

"We're rich! We're rich! His grandmother is on the Holy Cross, we're rich!"

The robbers around were still reveling, but Martin could never dream of becoming rich.