Most of the time, a person's potential is forced out under the pressure of adversity. After passing through the initial battle of life and death, the cooperation between the members of the trial team became more and more tacit, and the combat skills gradually changed from unfamiliar to proficient. The practical skills learned in the trial began to be fully utilized.

At the critical moment of life and death, no one dares to neglect the carelessness. There is only the idea of ​​surviving in his heart. The only way to survive is to defeat the enemy in front of him. The simple truth of life and death, I live and you die, and I live and you die, is the cruel simple truth.

As time went by, the fierce battle in the encirclement was beyond the expectations of all the robbers. Perhaps no one would have thought in advance that Muke could not take down a group of half-aged children for a long time. The offensive gradually lost its structure due to his impatient mood. Now it is all about brute force suppressing the other party. In contrast, the group of children's steady calm performance, if this continues, Muke will sooner or later capsize in the gutter.

"Black Dog! Immediately give an arrow to the other side to interrupt their cooperation rhythm, otherwise Muke would be in danger." In this situation, the robbers had no chance of ignoring it. When Muke's shoulder was accidentally attacked by Relf, ​​a robber immediately whispered to his companions.

"good!"

As for the harsh words that Muke said just now, everyone took them as a warning. After all, the fate of his companion is important, and who will tell you what kind of faith is there at a critical moment.

The robber with the crossbow arrow was hidden behind the people, and the crossbow star quietly aimed at Willy, who had been commanding the battle in the distance. In his eyes, Willy was the biggest reason why Muk was unable to capture it for a long time. Without his precise dispatch in the battle, they would inevitably be distracted. At that time, Muk would definitely reverse the unfavorable situation in one fell swoop.

With a whoosh.

The crossbow arrow shot out with the robber's deep malicious intention. Willie, who was both physically and mentally, was not at all prepared. In the blink of an eye, a large piece of blood suddenly burst out from his chest. He stared at the chest that was penetrated by half of the crossbow arrow. He half knelt on the ground, his mouth opened and closed, and the terrifying shadow of death directly caused his brain to fall into a brief blank.

"Willie!"

The sudden incident shocked all the members of the trial team on the spot, while Muke took advantage of their collective distraction, and the dancing mace suddenly smashed Babein and Corret, who were closest to him, and lost the barrier of frontal confrontation. Relf and Connil, who were directly exposed to Muke's mace, were immediately panicked, swung their swords randomly, and shot the crossbow arrows and knives. As a result, Muke smashed them to the ground without any effort.

"Boy, I won."

Muke pointed his mace in front of him with expressionless expression at Willy who was trying to kneel on his body. His face turned extremely pale due to blood loss, and his forehead and cheeks were covered in cold sweat. Perhaps the severe pain in his chest caused him to even speak now, just staring at Muke with his eyes, as if he wanted to remember his face and bring it to the underworld.

"Your fighting spirit has won my respect. Although I have won, I know very well that I have won very badly, and even feel ashamed of myself." Muke continued in a deep voice: "But so what, because this world will only remember the winner, and only the winner can live in this world."

"I'm not convinced!"

Willie clenched his teeth and vomited out the anger in his heart.

"Do you think others or the world care about your thoughts? Who do you think you are? In fact, you are nothing. The loser has no say in front of the winner." Muke slowly raised the mace in his hand. "I will not forgive your lives because of the disgrace of the battle, but I can leave you a whole body and a cemetery, which is the only thing you have won."

Watching a play is a wonderful thing, but participating in the play is not necessarily a wonderful thing.

As early as the moment the robbers emerged, Xia Lan, who smelled the noise, quickly and quietly fled from the team, hiding into the vast mountains and forests without a trace. The members of the trial team who were in a panic at that time were completely unaware of it, and their attention was placed on the robbers who were attacking from afar.

In fact, Xia Lan did not escape too far. From beginning to end, he was watching the every move of the Trial Team when facing the robbers, their embarrassment, their courage, their light, and their failure.

Before participating in the assessment and trial of the Knights of the Holy Tribe, some of them were children of playboys and some were children of civilian origin. Apart from the differences in status and status, they were actually no different from ordinary teenagers. They were rich in emotions and unstable, strong in self-awareness and willful, and were between simplicity and maturity impulse and blindness.

Although the initial trial greatly honed their will, the strong appearance was more like a kind of stubbornness that young people were unwilling to admit defeat. The real strength of the heart was far from being formed overnight. This trial task was not so much a test of the individual's ability, but rather a spiritual experience. The body could become stronger through persistent cultivation, while the mind needed self-breakthrough to grow and sublimate.

Raising his crossbow, Xia Lan sighed lightly and pulled the trigger with her fingers.

The moment Muke's raised mace was about to fall on Willy's head, his body's instinctive omen of danger made him subconsciously dodge his side, but his body was too bulky, and the Lisheng crossbow arrow shot out by Xia Lan's hand still pierced into his shoulders. The sudden stimulation of nerves caused Muke's mace to fall to the ground.

"?"

"There is an ambush!"

The robbers were stunned for a half-second and shouted nervously, their vigilant eyes searching for suspicious dangers.

Before they could find something, they heard a scream beside them. Looking in the sound, a companion was shot in the neck by a crossbow arrow, gushing blood, struggling in despair, and soon they completely lost their voice.

Panic is contagious. A person's death is not scary. What is scary is that his companions around him die one after another in front of him. No one knows whether the target of the mysterious crossbow arrow will be him. If the robbers are interested in observing the dead, they will find that these dead companions are carrying long-range weapons such as bows, crossbows, flying knives, etc.

"He's there!"

Finally, a famous robber discovered the direction of the crossbow arrow shooting. Without hesitation, the other robbers who were already full of anger quickly swarmed into the dense forests pointed by the robbers, leaving only a few robbers with limited mobility, including Muke, who were left behind in the same place.

"Is it Green?"

The changes in the field made Willie a little confused. Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, his drowsy head made it difficult for him to distinguish the situation in front of him. It was not until a person's name passed through his slow thinking that he roughly realized the truth of the matter.

"Are you here to save us... Why are you here to save us now..."

Willie murmured, his eyes glanced at his dying companions on the ground, tears burst out from his eyes, his heart was manic, angry, and bleeding; why?! Why did he disappear when the robbers appeared? Why did he appear now? Why did he have to wait until they were covered in bruises and their lives were hanging on the line before they could rescue him? He wanted to question Green loudly! He wanted to know all the answers!

“Is the experience of failure, the experience of death interesting?”

Perhaps God heard the cry in Willie's heart, and a familiar voice that was so dull that it was almost cold and drifted in his ears.

"who!?"

Muke, who was the most sensitive, immediately turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

Xia Lan slowly walked out of the forest on the other side, holding an ordinary long sword in her hand, her beautiful face was as light as ever, the breeze blew with long black hair tied casually, and the dazzling golden sunlight shone on her slender back. From a distance, she actually gave people an inexplicable pressure aura.

"Who are you?"

Muke tightly held the mace at his hand and said with a cold expression.

"The one who saved them."

Xia Lan glanced at the team members on the ground and thought carelessly.

"You're their head?"

Muke let out a cold snorted with contempt in his nose.

"I'm not their heads," Xia Lan slowly walked to Willie's side, only a few steps away from Muke. He stretched out his hand and gently pressed Willie's shoulder, tilted his head to look at Willie who was staring at him and said softly: "Because they are not qualified to be my subordinates."

"You are really a mean and polite leader." Muk sneered.

"I never thought about sitting in the leader's position, but they pushed me to this position with wishful thinking." Xia Lansong opened his hands on Willie's shoulder and said, "Since that's the case, I always have to take some responsibility for them."

"You have a good tactic. You can cause panic and public anger by shooting my companions, and then deliberately expose your position to attract their pursuit. The result is very successful. Not only did you transfer them away, but you also won the best conditions for yourself to rescue them." Muke seemed to have figured out what happened just now, but he couldn't see that his clumsy appearance was so delicate. "But are you too conceited? Do you really think you can defeat us easily?"

As soon as the words fell, the other bandits who were left behind surrounded Xia Lan at the same time.

“Conceit comes from self-confidence.”

Xia Lan raised the sword and pointed the sword tip at Muke and said, "It just so happened that I am quite confident in my swordsmanship."

"Arrogant!"

Muke roared and started a sudden attack. The mace in his hand swung towards Xia Lan with a thunderous force, as if it was not affected by a shoulder injury at all. At the same time, the robbers around him took action, instantly blocking all Xia Lan's dodging locations.

However, Xia Lan had no intention of hiding at all. His body bowed, and it was like an antelope jumping over the mountain stream and jumped towards Muke. The dancing mace almost wiped his scalp. The next moment, the sword held in his hand quickly stretched forward, and his body directly pressed against Muke's thick chest.

"I said that my confidence comes from my own swordsmanship."
Chapter completed!