The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 337 - Desperation
"Without much ado, I will explain the final exercise of this selection. Congratulations to those of you who have made the struggle to this point. But we need really tough knights to advance to the real battlefield. That's why tonight you're going to war with each other. Seriously for this last day. Kill anyone against you without fear. We won't tell the rules."
A commotion broke out in the line of participants, they felt unfair in this way. Without knowing the rules that exist and are only said to kill each other's opponents. That means one of the groups has to fall. Either peg off the number that survives or how many total are killed off from each member of the group.
Other instructions were given by the subordinates of General-18, no one should resist or protest because the supervisors around them would instantly take up arms as a warning. Across Yu Xiong began to worry Wei Feng. Although they could not kill him as an opponent but did not rule out the possibility that other group members would target Wei Feng. They must defend their own groups. The fact that only one group had survived was extremely painful to Yu Xiong. He was sure Wei Feng felt more of this injustice.
"Please promise not to leave each other ..." Those words were ringing in his ears. Now Yu Xiong could only see how Wei Feng was grinning at the last row. Encouraging his group.
"Why does a person like him look so annoying in a situation like this?" Xin Chen let out a small mutter, of course the others could hear his voice. Neither Yu Xiong nor Youji could answer. The passionate spirit that had been stirring since noon had instantly vanished. If there is a choice of m then both prefer to retreat.
"It will begin soon. I don't seem to be able to keep up with this fight." Yu Xiong spoke very small, more like whispering to himself. His gaze fell down, this originally clean sand would soon turn into a pool of blood. Although he had already seen many dead people, but this time if required to kill his own friend it felt like Yu Xiong would not dare. Even if he didn't kill, his other friend would kill Wei Feng.
"Sister Chen, how is this?"
"Fight as they say."
Youji was somewhat stunned by Xin Chen's reply, it seemed that he did not take this war seriously. Wei Feng's life was in danger, or perhaps Xin Chen was intending to kill his friend as well, Youji watched the surroundings as he was inexhaustible.
"I forgot about it. We shouldn't have interfered with your path. But I can't let Wei Feng fight alone either." Youji slowly took his breath without glancing towards Xin Chen. "Stay in your way. We will continue to support as hard as it may be."
"Don't draw conclusions too soon."
Youji and Yu Xiong did not hear it, they immediately moved following directions and took their respective battle armor. Complete with weapons and shield. The nervous faces seemed so obvious among all of them. This time it was not the soldiers who would kill them, but they themselves had to kill each other.
Xin Chen's group was represented with a red flag while Wei Feng's group was symbolized with a blue flag. They put up their respective preparations, waiting for the War to begin while closely watching the opponent. That instant the atmosphere was instantly silent, until finally the drums of war were anchored signifying the big fight began.
The screams of the 18th General echoed loudly accompanied by the sound of guns clashing against each other. Chaos occurred instantly, the two camps fought each other for the sake of their respective groups. With sharp weapons bloodshed is inevitable. Not a minute yet, the thug who had taken control of the blue group had subverted one of the enemies. He stabbed his opponent in the neck, then stepped on the dying man to death. His companions were eyeing Wei Feng who had instantly dodged when the war had just begun.
The fight was getting gripped by the screams and also the blood that started to pool under the corpse. One by one lives are lost, some die with the terrible results of the actions of the blue group.
Many times he went back and forth, unable to decide which side he should run to. In front of him the group's enemies were fighting. If he entered the place, his fate would be no different from that of his fellow group who were now lying lifeless. Returning to the original place was also no different, the five people were really serious about killing him.
Wei Feng repelled the incoming attack with a shield on his left. That guy overtook to and fro. Throwing away his shield and sword and jumping was about to pick up the arrow lying beside the corpse.
Just pulling an arrow, someone had crossed a sword on his neck. Sontak Wei Feng was startled and immediately stopped moving.
"You think you can get away with it?"
"Don't big head first, I'll kill you after this."
"You don't see your position at all."
The person standing behind him was the leader of the thug group, he laughed out loud to make others focus on him. Near Wei Feng's neck his opponent's sword was dripping blood belonging to the previous victim. The man had taken at least three lives before capturing Wei Feng.
"You're not the first person I've killed. Look how miserable you are. It hasn't started a war yet you've run loose. Afraid of dying, huh?"
"I'm more concerned about seeing a bunch of losers who dare to flirt."
The man's face turned irritated, but he could still smile cunningly like before. "Then have mercy on yourself. Dead at the hands of five losers, hahaha!"
Wei Feng's hand was trying to get the sword out of his hand, the man further tightened his grip. Wei Feng's hand that was holding the sharp object was pierced deeply. Blood flowed through the cracks of his finger, until Wei Feng could feel his bones like they were about to be cut off by that thing.
The laughter behind him grew louder, increasingly mocking his miserable misfortune. Wei Feng could not see anyone caring while his life was at the tip of the horn. To be more precise, everyone was too busy to save himself. Drops of blood dripped profusely from his hands, Wei Feng knew clearly that day was the day of his death and he himself had already accepted that reality. Long before the war began.
"Now I know what true despair is ..."
Consciousness diminished. He's almost out of blood. His life will be gone in a matter of seconds.