Chapter 9: Duel

The heavy iron door opened again, and Mo Lin woke up from meditation. He opened his eyes, but two stars-like brilliance flowed out.
Fortunately, Mo Lin was sitting with his back to the iron gate. The "bear head" did not notice Mo Lin's strange appearance.
"Come out, it's time to welcome your first battle of life and death."
Mo Lin stood up and turned to look at the "bear head", the disdain on the other side's face immediately converged.
"This kid's whole person's feelings are different. The look just now was like a sword. Who is he?" Looking at Mo Lin who slowly walked out of the iron gate, "Bear Head" thought with interest.
Throughout the dark underground square, all the children came out, swaying the fire, twisting and widening the shadows of these children, like ghosts emerging from hell.
"Grimace" had already stood in the middle of the square, and when "Bear Head" came quickly to him, he said in his own sharp and dark voice:
"Twelve successfully completed the training, you will enter the upper training ground, but before that, you must take the last test, that is: death!"
"Below, I announce the codes of these twelve people, and I heard my code standing in front of me."
"6, 12, 13, 27, 32, 36, 41, 43, 59, 73, 84 and the last one-91!"
"Grimace" at the end, staring at Morin for a while.
Morin had a feeling of ice falling down his neck as he stared at the "grimace", but he came to him calmly.
This was the first time Mo Lin came to the front of "Grimace". The stiff skin of "Grimace" was still glowing with white light. Molin suddenly had a flash of light in his mind, and a slight smile was revealed in the corner of his mouth.
"Grimace" saw twelve people all together and said, "Here I say a code name, "Bear Head" says a code name, the two people are a group. The two people in this group must have a life and death duel , If you survive, you will be promoted to the previous training ground. If you die, you will have absolute freedom."
"Why do we have to make such a duel?" said the code-named 27. "We can't get out anyway. What's the point of advancing to the upper level?"
"Grimace" looked coldly at 27 and said, "I think you have always had the illusion that you can still be reasonable and conditional here. I now tell you clearly that all your actions have to obey our arrangements, I don’t want to hear any more doubts."
"But" that "27" hadn't been finished, so he covered his throat with his hands, and blood gurgled from his fingers.
"Hehe" that "27" wanted to speak, but only made such a weird voice. His face was twisted, and he seemed to be bitterly smiling.
After a while, "27" turned over, twisted his limbs on the ground, and then swallowed with his eyes wide open.
His hand slipped from his throat, where a knife was suddenly inserted.
Morin looked at the "grimace" in horror. Although he saw the supervisor's right hand move quickly, he did not see what was flying in his hand.
"This guy's speed makes people look at it, and almost mistakenly thinks it's an illusion, it!" Morin thought, and at the same time felt confused about the future.
"Cough!" Looked at the "27" lying on the floor, "Bear Head" coughed and said, "Then the code name of'ghost face' is '27', and the one I chose next can be promoted without a fight Well, this one is really lucky."
"Bear Head" finished with a smile, then looked back and forth at the remaining eleven people several times, and finally his eyes fell on Morin.
Mo Lin suddenly got nervous and thought to himself: Am I so lucky that I can avoid a duel of life and death?
"My choice is--" "Bear Head" said with a smile, "No. 43!"
The fourth person on Morin's left hand took a long breath and raised his hand.
"Oh! It turns out you're not No. 43!" "Bear Head" shook his head and said to Moline with a smile, "I still want to take care of you. Unexpectedly, I made a mistake."
Other children sneered, but Mo Lin was unimpressed. He secretly admonished himself: "Mo Lin, you remember, luck is like this bastard, it is unreliable."
Thinking this way, he raised his head and stared at the "bear head" coldly.
"Bear Head" ignored Morin, but he already had a calculation in his heart.
The second codename announced by "Grimace" was "12", and "Bear Head" said without hesitation: "13 to fight."
"Grimace" said: "The remaining nine people go back to watch the battle first, and the two selected will go to the weapon rack opposite to choose their favorite weapons."
Morin stepped back with the others, while looking at the two duelists and the newly emerging weapon rack on the edge.
After the duel space was vacated, "12" and "13" also picked their own weapons.
"12" is a burly child. He chose a single-edged axe, and the crescent-shaped axe reflected the red light of the flame. Before the axe blade had split the enemy, he was stained with blood.
"13" is a relatively thin child, he chose a spear. The range of the spear's attack added to the child's inner courage, but the protruding spear twitched.
The battle started without warning, the "12" screamed, without fear of the gunpoint in front of him, and the right hand rushed towards the "13" with a single-edged axe.
"Yeah!"
"13" also shouted, but it was backward and shot forward.
"Don't cry", "12" cut axe sharply on the barrel of the gun, and the spear was crooked outward, "12" took the opportunity to bully.
"13" wanted to use a gun to stab again, but the tip of the gun could not be recovered for a while, and "12" was already near. He could only retreat back in panic, not wanting to be tripped by his own feet in this panic, and fell backwards at once.
"13" hadn't had time to get up, and "12", who had been caught up, stepped on his chest. "13" saw the other person's axe held high in the sky and shouted, "No!"
A glory cut off.
"Click!"
"puff!"
Blood splattered out and sprayed a "12" face.
"13" looked at the axe in his heart incredulously, sighed, and stopped moving.
In this closed space immediately smell of blood and stool. "12" did not pull out the battle axe, and left the battle circle in disgust.
"Come and deal with the dead bodies!" "Bear Head" shouted towards the gang of watching children.
Several children quickly came to move the body, pulled out the battle axe, and waited for everything to be properly packed, and the two supervisors came to the center of the venue again.
"Bear Head" looked at "Grimace" and said: "Our group of people, but there are four or five people who have a fighting basis. The ‘12’ was just one."
"Although there is a fighting foundation, their strength is also uneven." "Grimace" said indifferently.
"Then do you think is the strongest?"
auzw.com "The last one."
"Bear Head" heard the answer from "Grimace" and said to himself, "Then the last one!"
The next three matches were also launched, the third group was "32" against "59", "32" won.
The fourth group is "41" against "6" and "41" wins.
The fifth group is "73" against "36" and "73" wins.
After the five battles passed, five bodies were placed side by side, and the battlefield was stained with blood.
Morin watched each of his living bodies pierced by weapons, and his life died away, and his heart was gradually filled with fear.
Only when the reality is in front of us can people truly face the future they face.
The next one is him. Life and death are no longer a choice for Morin, but must fight for it!
Only those who really understand fear can understand bravery.
Morin crossed the pool of blood in confusion, coming to the front of the weapon rack. He glanced at the weapons that were still bleeding, but it was difficult to decide what he wanted to use.
"I suggest that you use a spear, and try to distance yourself from me as much as possible, maybe you can live a little longer." The last child also came to pick a weapon and said beside Moline, "However, you have to be the first to use a spear. Useful, hahaha."
"What size are you?" Morin took a deep breath and turned back to ask the child.
"No. 84! I tell you, five of us here have only been caught here after undergoing warrior training, and I am the strongest of them!" said the child.
"It's stronger than not, it doesn't seem to be decided by mouth!" Morin finally selected his weapon and said calmly, "See you in battle!"
Morin chose two daggers, and the "grimace" flickered as soon as they saw the dark green eyes.
"Why, do you also care about this child? Do you want to take him as a disciple?" Seeing the change in the eyes of "Grimace", "Bear Head" asked with a smile.
"Grimace" looked at Morin who was walking towards the center of the venue and said, "It's a good seed for a thief, but it's a pity to fall into this underground that never sees the sun, and he will never sprout a day."
"Don't care about that first, how about our two betting on this game? Although I am also very optimistic about the kid at number 91, but number 84 is after all based, I choose number 84." "Bear Head" said with a smile .
"What to gamble?" The answer "grimace" was to bet on this one by default, and chose Morin.
"One thousand gold coins!"
"Grimace" sneered and said, "Okay, deal!"
"Thank you!" "Bear Head" said proudly.
"Grimace" looked at the battlefield and said, "You're welcome!"
On the field, Morin held two daggers. He felt awkward and had no idea how to use the power of his weapon.
The child on the other side held a two-handed sword in his hand. This sword seemed to have become one with him. Between swings and twists, a beautiful sword arc shined.
The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, more than Moline, who was only eleven years old. After a few activities, he sneered at Morin.
Suddenly, the boy's body turned into a phantom and rushed towards Morin.
With a sound of metal impact, Morin flew out and landed on the stone floor five yards away.
Morin only felt the flowers in front of his eyes, and the dagger in his left hand did not know where to go. The tiger's mouth in both hands split open, and blood ran down.
"This little guy can actually use a charge!" "Bear Head" said in surprise, and then he laughed again, "Ah, old friend, I have settled your thousand gold coins anyway, the child is almost a trainee. Warrior."
"Grimace" didn't say a word, and there was no expression on that stiff face. He just stared at Morin.
At this time, Mo Lin climbed up, but the boy had already rushed over, and slashed toward Mo Lin with a sword.
Morin quickly escaped, and after these days of training, his actions were agile enough.
"Where to run!" the boy shouted, chasing Mo Lin, and attacked Mo Lin with a sword.
Morin didn't face him hard, or turned around, or stopped in an emergency, or rolled in place, but he could always escape the attack of the two-handed sword.
The two of them chased and hid each other, and they fell into a state of stalemate. This "bear head" watching the battle stomped anxiously.
Morin escaped and ran away for a while, but he was so tired that he was panting and sweating from his temples. He knew that it was simply impossible to escape blindly. If he could not attack the opponent, he would have to die under the sword sooner or later.
After evading the boy's sword again, Mo Lin suddenly saw the dagger he dropped on the ground and suddenly had an idea in his heart.
He kept running left and right, making the boy unable to catch him like a loach, which made the boyish violent jump.
"Little boy, I will let you run! Wait a little while, I will let you corpse on the spot." The boy scolded
Mo Lin has no time to listen to the threatening words of the other party, he just wants to defeat the other party.
Suddenly, the boy stopped. Morin also stopped, but he blocked the dagger with his body.
The boy stared at Morin with his sword on his chest, and said, "Time is up, this is the last blow."
Morin didn't know that there was a cooldown time in the boy's charge skills, so he didn't understand what that time meant.
He just stared at the boy, waiting for his next attack.
The boy moved suddenly and rushed towards Morin as a ghost again.
Seeing this, Morin hurriedly throws his dagger at the phantom, and the boy in the charge saw it, and quickly hurled his sword to block it, while the speed of the charge slowed down.
Even so, the boy came to Moline in a hurry after hitting the flying dagger.
His forward body with great inertia, his two-handed sword spurted forward, looking at Mo Lin without any weapons, the boy smiled coldly.
After Morin threw the dagger, he saw that the boy was still rushing and immediately fell back.
Two-handed swords cut through Morin's clothes and made a blood stain on his belly. However, Moline escaped the blow.
The boy couldn't stop his body because of his inertia at this time, his lower limbs were caught by Moline's feet, and he fell to Moline.
The boy pressed Morin's body into a large character, and the two were stacked together, in line with the standard posture of men and women.
The two supervisors looked at this scene, and they felt weird in their hearts, and even more weird: the boy suddenly yelled a few times, his body fluttered for a while, and it seemed that there was some liquid flowing out of the two of them