Chapter 31 Bill VS Ronnie

"It's that elf." Seeing the slender figure standing on the campus with a calm and indifferent face, the fat man's eyes narrowed slightly.

Bill, who was beside him, looked at the elves on the campus, shook his head slightly, and then closed his eyes again.

"You? Humph, can you stop my blow?" Baptista looked at his slender figure hesitantly, as if as long as he casually hit him, he could glance at the elf drifting away like a gust of wind.

"If you can stay undefeated under me, then you are a member of the Skull Academy." The elf said indifferently.

A look of excitement flashed in Paptista's eyes, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue and gently licked his lips: "Okay, it's a deal!"

As soon as Paptista's voice fell, he was stunned to find that the elf opposite him had disappeared like a gust of wind. A shadow remained in place, and the fierce cold wind pierced his cheeks.

"How fast!" Paptista's heart was shocked. While retreating under his feet, the machete in his hand danced randomly in front of him, and the shining knife light immediately protected the key point in front of him.

It seemed that I felt a little safe. My feet were stagnant, and the dancing machete also slacked for a moment.

The piercing chill suddenly hit his heart. Paptista's eyes widened and suddenly kicked the ground. While his body retreated, the machete in his hand also cut in the direction of the chill.

Although Buptista's reaction was extremely fast, his slackness at that moment was enough to slow down his reaction by half a beat. When Baptista thought he was safe and sound, but when he saw the smile on the elf's face, there was ** sliding down on his right arm. He reached out and touched it, but it was dazzling red blood. A small wound was prominently left on his arm.

"You dodged it this time, and it may not be that simple next time." There was a sneer at the corners of the elf's mouth. Baptista's heart tightened, but he saw the other party disappearing in place again.

As Zhang Kui's number one fierce general, Baptista's strength is not a false reputation, but in the face of the extremely fast and agile elf assassin, his advantage is completely unable to play. He is attacked by the other party one after another. In front of the elf assassin, he is clumsy like a prehistoric giant. Elephant.

There are already three small wounds on Bappista's body. Although the wound is small, it is undoubtedly a great shame in his opinion. It seems that he has had had enough of mice abused by cats. Bappista finally couldn't help bursting out!

"Go to hell!" With a roar, Paptista's eyes suddenly turned red and suddenly accelerated. The machete in his hand cut at the elf's body like an antelope's horn.

A trace of surprise finally appeared on the elf's always calm face, but that's all. Although Baptista's knife was extremely fierce and sudden, in the eyes of the elf, the knife was still too slow. The tip of the toe was gently clicked on the ground, and the figure of the elf dodged back like a willow catkins. The remnants of the machete fell empty again, but Paptista cut away one after another.

Although the Baptista offensive was prosperous, the elves moved left and right in the remnants of the blade. When he was slightly impatient, Baptista's continuous offensive suddenly stagnated, and the original rapid action suddenly slowed down.

The elf's eyes flashed, flew up and kicked the opponent's wrist. The machete rolled several times in the air, and inserted diagonally on the hard ground with a 'when'. The dagger in the elf's hand also pressed against the throat of Paptista at the right time.

The elf said coldly, "You lost."

Baptista's strength seemed to have been drained. He gasped violently for a while, and then shook his head helplessly: "I'm willing to gamble and lose..."

The elf put away the dagger, and Buptista was also very single. He turned around and walked to the fat man and others.

"Wait! You are already a member of the Skull Academy.

Baptista turned his head in surprise, but it was Mr. Alto who spoke.

Baptista is a rude man. He is ordinary and aboveboard. Even if he becomes a horse thief, he is frank and does not feel ashamed for it.

Mr. Alto unexpectedly asked him to join Skull College. Instead of getting his gratitude, he made him feel ashamed and angry: "If you lose, you lose. I can't beat him. What right do you have to go to Skull College?"

Alto looked at Paptista's face blushing with anger and said calmly, "As I said earlier, today's assessment is not only about winning or losing, but also paying more attention to your potential in the battle. If you didn't show the strength of the sudden outbreak just now, I wouldn't have let you enter Skull College. Is that the power of the Berserker? The Berserker has disappeared for so many years, but I didn't expect that there would be descendants to survive. Unfortunately, your Berserker's blood does not seem to be pure.

Alto's eyes were like a torch, but Paptista looked at him and couldn't speak. He opened his mouth, but his head was slapped with a bang. His neck was stalked. Paptista turned his head and was ready to curse, but then the anger in his eyes disappeared, and his head was tightly retracted back into his collar. It was his boss Zhang Kui who stood behind him and slapped him.

"You're a horse. If someone asks you to come in, you can come in. What a waste! What, is it a shame to be in the same college as me?

Looking at the boss Zhang Kui's big leopard's eyes, Paptista didn't dare to say a word, and his face was full of a wry smile: "Big boss, how dare I? It's my honor to be in the same college as you! I'm too happy. How can I be ashamed? Who is that, Alto? I joined in. I'm going to enter the Skull College!"

Zhang Kui laughed with a proud face, but others couldn't help rolling their eyes. How did this good baby of Paptista meet Zhang Kui and become like this? Although this baptista is rude, under Zhang Kui's slap, his head is still very smart!

Mr. Alto made the decision to let Baptista enter the college. Edsel saw it and just smiled coldly. After all, it was not wrong for Alto to do so. The college valued the potential of the students most.

However, it's not necessarily really good to enter the college. This rude Bappuista doesn't know whether he will die in a college conflict or on his trial in the future.

What he thought in his heart inadvertently appeared on his face. Edsel smiled cruelly and suddenly felt a strange look. He turned his head and saw the fat man's smiling eyes. The eyes were deep and calm, as if he could really see through what Edsel was thinking. Edsel just sneered coldly, turned his head and stopped looking into the fat man's eyes.

The fat man smiled, withdrew his eyes, and moved his eyes back to the school yard. At this time, Baptista followed Zhang Kui, but the elf still stood quietly on the campus.

"You, come up." The elf's tone was indifferent, and his words were like gold. Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers, and then they knew who the 'you' was in his words.

Bill, who closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had closed his eyes and 'seen' the object of the elf's finger.

The elf looked at Bill with the same cold eyes indifferently: "The elf assassin, Ronnie."

Bill looked at each other's indifferent eyes and did not flinch at all: "Bill."

"Are you just learning to 'watch'? I'm very interested in you." The elf assassin Ronnie looked sharply at Bill.

Other people are a little confused. They don't know what elf assassin Ronnie means by learning to 'see'. Do you still need to learn to see things?

Others were at a loss, but Bill clearly knew what the other party was referring to. He pulled out a dagger from his waist, and the wide edge of the dagger reflected a dazzling white light in the sun. He raised his feet and walked to the school yard step by step, but his voice was still cold and indifferent: "I'm not interested in you. Let's win. I ask for it. I'm tired of other people's talk."

"as you wish..." The elf assassin Ronnie put the cold dagger on his cheek with his backhand and felt the murderous rhythm from the dagger. The heart of the assassin Ronnie beat. At the moment Bill stepped on the school yard, the assassin Ronnie disappeared in place, leaving only a vague shadow.

"Ding!" With the crisp sound of a dagger, Bill seemed to casually raise the dagger in his hand, but it just blocked the trajectory of the assassin Ronnie's dagger.

Is

is it a lucky coincidence or a strength?

The next second, Bill's figure disappeared in place, leaving a phantom remnant!

The figures of the two people were so fast that they could hardly be seen. Everyone stared at the campus. In the sun, the two figures looked like ghosts. Maybe as soon as they appeared, the skills disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

The sharp dagger is dazzling in the sun. Only the sound of the "ding-ding" dagger hits fiercely. There is no deafening fighting sound, and there are no common roars and roars. Although it is in the warm sun, there is an invisible cold breath on the school campus that includes everyone. The atmosphere is strange. It seems that you can smell the thrilling smell of death.

An inch short and an inch dangerous. Compared with the fight between Zhang Kui and the tauroy Batulu just now, Bill and Ronnie's short knives are undoubtedly more dangerous and thrilling.

The dagger is about 25 centimeters long, which is a quarter of an ordinary sword and one-eighth or more of an ordinary long-handled weapon.

In the extremely narrow battle space, it is not only necessary to complete a series of attack and killing methods, including stabbing, but also to expect the enemy to take the lead, and every time the opponent may become a fatal blow under the block.

Except for the brittle sound of the dagger, they did not make any abnormal noise. This is because all their spirits have been urged to the peak. Bill's eyes are plainly indifferent, but at this time, the dagger seems to have life-like jumping and dancing in his hand. In the battle with the elf assassin Ronnie, the messy martial arts that have been semi-forcedly accepted in recent days have gradually begun to integrate. And gradually showed his own power.

Bill devoted himself to it, and the more he hit, the more he felt. The dagger in his hand was accompanied by his idea, either a surprise assassination, or a horizontal block, or a straight gap like antelope hanging horns. Everything seems to be a kind of rhythm and Jump!

Compared with Bill, the elf assassin Ronnie became more and more frightened. At the beginning, he could steadily suppress Bill's head. Although the other party could barely compete with him in speed through the wind-type flying boots under his feet, whether it was combat skills or experience, he steadily gained the upper hand. Although it is not easy to distinguish the difference for a moment, Ronnie believes that as long as he continues to put pressure on the other party, the fear of death and the great pressure that the high-intensity step cannot make mistakes will completely defeat the other party!

Ronnie was still confident, but soon he found that something was wrong. From the initial comprehensive defense, Bill gradually began to attack and defend each other. In the end, although he still couldn't compare with himself, he could make three attacks in the case of seven defenses within ten times, and each attack was fierce and fierce, which was not inferior to himself.

Just as Ronnie gradually felt some pressure, Bill's disordered and violent gasp made him secretly relieved.

Bill finally felt tired under the high-intensity attack. This fatigue is not only because of physical strength, but more importantly, the tension on the front line of life and death and the huge loss caused by the tense nerves at all the time.

With a sudden gritting of his teeth, the dagger in his hand stabbed Ronnie again, but this time, the original sharp attack was slow due to physical fatigue. The light and shadow flashed in front of him. Ronnie lightly avoided the dagger and looked at the gap between Bill's attack, and the dagger with cold light stabbed Bill's ribs!

The cold light suddenly appeared, and the blood flowers were blooming. With a muffled hum, Bill, who was unable to dodge when he was tired, actually poked out his left hand and grabbed the blade of the dagger. His palm was very painful, but Bill showed his ferocious fangs. While his left hand grasped the other party's dagger, the right dagger also stabbed Ronnie with a stunned face.

The dagger stabbed a shadow, and Ronnie finally managed to dodge, but his right hand was empty, and the dagger in his hand was already in Bill's hand.

"Crazy!" Looking at Bill's left hand, which was still bleeding, Ronnie's indifferent eyes were finally moved.

He loosened his left hand, and the bloody dagger jingled on the ground. He raised his left hand to his mouth and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the tingling wound. Bill's eyes were as cold as ever. Even if he was as indifferent as Ronnie, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Next time, I will definitely beat you." Bill finally looked at Ronnie coldly, let the blood on his left hand drip slowly, and turned to the fat man and others.

"Bill, although there are still shortcomings in speed and assassination skills, you have shown all the potential of a great assassin. Skull College welcomes you to join!"

Mr. Alto's excited voice sounded behind him. Bill's pace of walking stagnated slightly, and then he took a firm step back to the fat man and others.

"Good boy, I didn't see that it's difficult to fight with that elf guy! If you are a horse and a fat man, then four of us can go to the skeleton college together! By the way, there is also Magnifis, a guy who used to be there. Haha, the five of us are together, and this mother's Skel College is our territory!"

Seeing Bill returning with his head held high, Zhang Kui couldn't help laughing. He raised his fan-like palm and patted Bill on the back. When he was dodged by Bill, he was not upset at all. He still smiled and got together with his brother, Paptista, to discuss how to dominate the skeleton college in the future.

"Well done." The fat man smiled at the returning Bill. When he saw the fat man, a trace of warmth returned to Bill's indifferent eyes.

"Is your left hand all right?"

"It's okay, it just looks scary." Bill spread out his left hand, and his fingers were flexible, but there was only one more wound in the palm.

"Bill..." The fat man suddenly looked at Bill solemnly.

"What?"

"Forget it, it's nothing." The fat man shook his head and then smiled: "You are stronger than before. I always believe that my brother is the best!"

Bill's eyes were moved more. He looked away and put this gratitude in his heart. Looking at Edsel's resentful eyes opposite him, he reminded him, "Be careful, this Edsel will not be as merciful as the magician Wendy and the assassin Ronnie. His eyes are telling me that he wants you to die.

"There are a lot of people who hope I die... It's just that he's not qualified enough." The fat man smiled freely, no longer hesitated, and stepped forward calmly.

"Fat man, be careful!" Magnifis's voice came from behind him, and the fat man turned around and saw Magnifis's worried face.

"Don't worry, I still remember what I promised you. Promise is a promise." The fat man smiled confidently on his face, turned around and strode into the school yard.

The fat man stood in the middle of the school yard and looked sideways, but saw that Alto and Ibrahimovic were still arguing loudly about who to play. Ibrahimovic naturally cares about his proud student Edsel, but Alto doesn't want Edsel, who is obviously emotional, to play. Both sides hold their own words, and the smell of gunpowder is getting stronger.

"Come on, it's you."

The fat man's voice sounded, and both Alto and Ibrahimovese were stunned in the quarrel. Then, they saw Edsel, who was also a little stunned, standing in the direction pointed to by the fat man.

"That's right, it's you. What are you doing? It's over here. I have to hurry back to eat. I don't have time to see you ling."

There was no politeness in the fat man's tone, and he looked at Edsel with provocative eyes.

The conflict between the two sides inevitably happened at the moment when Fatty and Magnifis became friends. Several sporadic frictions have deepened the contradictions between the two sides.

At the end of the battle between Bill and Ronnie, Edsel looked at the fat man with bad eyes. Although Mr. Alto tried his best to avoid letting Edsel appear in person, the magician Wendy, the tauroman Batulu, and the elf assassin Ronnie have all played, the opposite between Edsel and the fat man. It's almost a nail on the board!

Since it is destined to have a war, there is no need to be awkward. Since you want to fight, then fight!

The fat man's fingers pointed to Edsel from afar. At this moment, there was no smile, and his eyes were awe-inspiring!