Chapter 225: Ruthless People Don’t Talk Much

Khan dodged Drazar's attack and fought back with his scimitar. Neither of them could completely overwhelm the other in the confrontation.

"Boy, your skills are not bad, but unfortunately you are not strong enough! Not fast enough!"

Drazar stood up and swung the Clive Half Blade in his hand a few times without saying much. In the previous confrontation, Khan tried his best to avoid the claw blade directly hitting the Clive Half Blade.

In the dodging, it can be said that the whole person turned into a fighting machine. At an extremely delicate time, he loosened his hand holding the claw scimitar and quickly punched Drazar.

While forcing him to repel the attack, he was able to quickly re-grip the blade and force Drazar. Drazar felt that he was not fighting a two-handed man, but a four-armed war god. Khan's use of the knife and fist was superb.

Drazar bowed slightly to Khan to show that he had learned, then re-positioned his posture and rushed towards Khan behind his hands.

It was still a familiar attacking action. The two knives swung towards Drazar, blocking his space to dodge, and the two fists quickly went straight into his chest from the middle like a phantom.

If the blade blocked the curved blade, it would definitely be hit by the two fists. Similarly, if it blocked the two fists, the blade would chop off his head.

Drazar hadn't felt this active for a long time. Thinking about the previous battles, he emptied his mind, turned himself into a blade, and started with an instinctive slash. When he reacted, there was only a corpse in front of him.

And now he emptied his mind, and all he got was a strong kick from Khan into his chest and abdomen. That kind of power kicked his drifting thoughts back directly.

It must be faster. Even faster. Faster.

Drazar chose to use the double blades to block the blade, stretched out his slender legs, and tried to attack Khan with the razor-like edge on his toenails.

Khan's blade did not collide with Drazar's blade, but began to fall slowly downwards as if it had lost its power. He blocked Drazar's kick with a palm, so that the razor foot that suddenly popped out only scratched Khan's cheek.

The other fist hit Drazar's chest mercilessly.

Cough! Such a huge force!

Drazar was repelled by the force. He precisely manipulated the muscles to disperse the huge force on his fist, so that his body could evenly disperse the damage.

There were several more flips, and his arms swung like a long whip. With the sound of whipping, Drazar completed the weakening of Khan's power.

"What an interesting technique. I think I can learn it too." Khan watched Drazar with interest, using a method similar to dance and yoga to protect himself.

He suddenly became interested in learning. This thing seemed to be useful, but it was not very useful. Arena battles and duel-style battles were still incomparable to real wars.

The bean sprout in front of him, named Drazar, was very powerful. He made Khan feel dangerous several times, but that was all.

All his skills were devoted to dueling-like martial arts, while Khan was trained in war and artillery fire.

The cruel battlefield was much more dangerous than a duel. You chopped down a whole team of enemies, and the next second your area was covered by damn artillery fire.

Not only did you need to listen to the sound of the shells breaking through the sky to judge the landing point, but you also needed to use the blade in your hand to break through the heavy bomb fire that suppressed your movements.

Ah, it's really annoying. If my armor and scimitar were still there, the kid in front of me would have been chopped to pieces.

Khan was still recalling his past in the Terra Defense War, and then he felt a heavy figure rushing towards him from behind.

It's you again. You are really disobedient.

Khan turned around and punched Wangcai on the head who tried to sneak attack again, and his two feet were embedded in the ground to resist the huge impact. Then Khan grabbed the protruding shell of Wangcai and threw the disobedient tyrant guard on Drazar's head.

The cold knife flashed, and Wangcai was perfectly dismembered in Drazar's hands. The shell, muscles, internal supporting bones, various functional internal organs and glands were cut away.

They were neatly stacked on the ground according to their categories. Drazar's blade art was simply superb!

But Khan only felt that the taciturn guy in front of him was really sick, definitely obsessive-compulsive disorder, just like Guilliman who had to do everything according to plan.

As for Wangcai's death? Khan didn't have anything to be sad about, just a little regretful, and didn't know when he could raise more of this little guy.

Looking at Drazar in the distance, he once again set up his posture. Khan still stood in the distance with his hands behind his back, staring at him casually. He was also very curious about how this guy could grow up in the battle with him.

Looking at Khan's appearance, Lin Fan knew that this guy had already sympathized with Drazar, a guy who only pursued martial arts. He shook his head and turned his attention to the place where the two crazy women were fighting.

I saw Ivrene and Lyris fighting each other. The fight between the two was not as regular as the fight between Khan and Drazar, but a more intense clash of blades.

But in fact, everyone could see from Lyris's actions that this guy was just pretending to be weak. Ivrene was more like playing with Lyris than fighting.

Ivrene, who was at a disadvantage, could not bear such humiliation. The anger and irritability on her face were released in a screaming way, and the long blade in her hand chopped with the anger and shame of the owner.

"Oh~ dear, you should relax a little, this is not conducive to your performance."

"Shut up!"

The angry blade slashed towards Lyris, but only cut the phantom she dodged and the Tyranid swarm corpse behind her that was cut open.

Victor on the aerial throne of destruction sipped wine and happily chatted with Madam Malus on another throne of destruction, "Is this what you rely on? A succubus whose thoughts are controlled by a ridiculous emotion like anger? I thought you would send someone better. What an idiot, hehe."

"Oh? Really? I don't think anger can weaken combat effectiveness." Malus covered her face with a folding fan and slashed Victor with her eyes.

Then she held her forehead in an exaggerated manner, "Oh Muse. I didn't know who she was at the beginning, and she didn't take the initiative at all. Sisters, if you find a boyfriend like this, would you like him?"

"Of course not, ma'am."

"Oh, Muse. I'm so miserable."

Victor looked at Madam Malers' performance with a stiff face, cursing and continuing to watch the game on the field.

What is this? (The commissar's eyes became sharp)