Chapter 269 Four Battles: Heart and Eye Draw Knife 3

Sasaki's combat strength was fully opened, and he showed his determination to let him, a kind of martial arts soul that only real warriors can have experienced the battle of life and death and survived from it.

Xiaorang was also inspired by the spirit of this battle, and inadvertently showed his deeper desire and pursuit for what Sasaki called martial arts. Xiao Rang's mood then turned into an aggressive "aggression like fire", which also emitted an amazing momentum. It collided fiercely with Sasaki's momentum in the air, making the airflow on the field chaotic and blowing up a turbulence.

The people under the field saw such a powerful duel for the first time and felt that their strength could not be inserted into the battle between the two at all. What is going on on the field is a confrontation that is difficult to describe in words or even imagine.

Xiao Rang held his knife with both hands, and the bladeless knife body also sounded with a slight sound. Xiao Rang was about to use the unique trick of vitality. The vitality form of Xiao Rang condenses on the blade, and then produces power with the swing. This vitality power is infinite and invisible, imperceptible and even undefensible. This is the ancient martial arts handed down from the school of Jianxin Master's heart martial arts, which makes Xiao Rang extremely proud.

And Sasaki also posed to bend down. This time, he must sprint and draw a knife attack faster. A more fierce battle is about to begin between Xiaozang and Sasaki.

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The camera turned to another place outside the game venue. In the hospital, in the ward where Lal was, a woman was crying sadly in front of Lal's bed. Unexpectedly, it was the arrogant Lucia. She was now holding the sleepy Lal's hand and left tears sadly.

"I'm sorry... Sister Lar... I can't even help you at all in the face of your enemies who turned you like this, and I was once... Even until now, I'm still afraid of the other party... If it were you, I believe I wouldn't give in to anything... Am I cowardly now. Ah..."

Lucia also has a soft side of women. Now the two of them are left in the room, so Lucia confided her long-standing distress to the sleeping Lal. For her, this is not the only thing, but also the pressure she needs to bear as a leading an all-female mercenary regiment. Secular prejudice and ridicule are really not easy for her. Although she usually looks arrogant, it's just that she has to show herself like this as a leader. In fact, in her heart, she has always wanted to find a stronger and unyielding shoulder as a support, and she saw this from Lar.

"Sometimes, I really want to sleep well like Sister Lal, and don't have to feel the pain in the world."

Suddenly, one hand grasped Lucia's hand tightly: "Escape is by no means a solution to solve the problem, especially what you are carrying. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, you can only finish it by yourself, and others can only bless."

Lucia turned sadness into joy: "Sister Lar, it's great that you finally woke up again."

Lal woke up again and seemed to be much more sober than when she first woke up, and the first sentence after him was: "Now... when?"

Lucia immediately replied, "Today is the third day after you were injured, Sister Lar."

"It's the third day...the game...how about the previous game!" Yes, I didn't expect that three days had passed, and Lar was very worried about the game.

Lucia wanted to reassure Lal, so she said, "Don't worry, Sister Lal, your companions are very good. They passed the third round of the game smoothly, and now they are in the fourth round of the game."

"Now... in the game? This...no, I want to go to the game venue quickly... You must know the location, take me there quickly... Ah!"

Lal wanted to get out of illness**, but because he was too excited, he got up too fiercely and touched the injury on his body. He couldn't help lying down again, but he didn't shout.

Lucia hurriedly dissuade her when she saw this: "How can this work, Sister Lar? You are now so seriously injured that you have just woke up. It's too reluctant. The most important thing for you to have a good rest now. I have food prepared for you."

"No, I must rush to the game venue." Lal is still very persistent.

Lucia didn't expect Lal to have such a reaction and was a little flustered: "Don't do this, Sister Lal, you must rest. You have to trust your companions. Each of them is so powerful that there will be no problem."

Lal did not immediately object this time, but was silent for a moment, but finally got out of bed: "I... I'm still going... Our team must not lose... This is my... last chance."

Lal's words made her feel sad, as if she was about to die, and letting their team win all the way is her only purpose and the only way to achieve her wishes. Therefore, worried, although she knew that her injury could no longer become a fighting force, she had to witness the results of Elvin's game anyway.

Lucia could feel Lar's sadness. Under her heartbeat, she agreed to Lar's request. After all, this is what she has always admired and has been struggling for nothing. So Lucia led Lar to the venue where Elvin and the others were playing.