Chapter 591 The Tenacious Hill

Hill's body had lost his balance, and he could only watch helplessly as the fist hit him. All he could do was tilt his head as much as possible to avoid being hit head-on.

Farke's fist hit Hill's side face without any accidents. This punch was not light, and Hill was directly sent flying.

Farke didn't continue to attack, but shook his hand, and said with a playful smile: "No wonder it's so horizontal, the bones are really not as hard as usual!"

The faces of the rest of the Thunder mercenary group were full of anger, and they all clenched their weapons, wanting to attack Fake, but there was an angry voice from Hill behind him, "Stop him! Stop me, old man! I’m not dead yet! I don’t need you to avenge me!”

Hearing Hill's words, everyone hurriedly looked at Hill. Half of Hill's face was swollen, which had affected his vision, but Hill still held the spear tightly and got up from the ground.

"Deputy head! Let's fight!" Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't bear it.

Deputy head Hill was desperately fighting for their lives, but he could only watch. This emotion mixed with guilt made their blood boil, and they wished to go into battle immediately, even if they died without fear.

"Fart! Don't look at me in a mess now, but it's still like playing with you bastards who are useless! You can't even beat me, and you are still fighting! Just be honest!" Hill spat bloody Drooling, he once again assumed an offensive posture.

"Hill, I'm so touched by what I said!" Farke deliberately put on a nympho look, which made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

However, the members of the violent mercenary group seemed to like this tone very much, and they all laughed.

The Thunder mercenaries clenched their weapons tightly and gritted their teeth, but they all resisted the urge to fight to the death. Vice-head Hill was right, rushing forward in their current situation can only be a joke, and it is useless except to give away the head.

"Fuck, do you keep your word?" Hill looked at Farke calmly, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Of course I mean what I say, but you don't have any chance!" Farke's eyes became extremely cold, and he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart on Hill. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have almost become a useless person.

Thinking of his miserable end in case of becoming a cripple, Falk's body trembled a little. You must know that all this almost became a reality, but fortunately luck was on his side.

Hill took a deep breath. Although he didn't believe in Falk, he had to choose to believe at the moment. Because even if he doesn't believe him, there is nothing he can do. Can he still count on Falk to swear?

"Okay! It's hard to follow a gentleman's word, I hope you don't break your word!" Hill's eyes revealed the will to die, and he was going to burn his soul to force Falk to use his right hand.

"but……"

"What? Do you want to go back on your word?" Hill's heart skipped a beat. If Falk went back on his word, it would be meaningless for him to do anything.

"But you can't die! Don't worry, I won't kill you, so if you die, they will all be buried with you!" Seeing Hill's eyes, how could Farke not know Hill's thoughts, he He will not let Hill die, his purpose is to make his life worse than death, otherwise it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in his heart.

"You... despicable!" Hill couldn't help roaring, if he didn't fight to the death, it would be almost impossible to force Falk to give his right hand.

"I'm despicable? Huh! You're going to burn your soul to force me to take action, so you're not despicable?" Farke looked at Hill with contempt, and Hill's double standard made him feel very ridiculous.

"It's really hard to be a good person these days! The person who saved your life has become a despicable person, and the person who committed suicide has become a noble person! What kind of world is this?" Fake shook his head with a heartbroken look.

Hill didn't talk to him, and he didn't know how to talk to him, so he just raised his gun and stabbed Fake.

"Hey! Angry? It's just in time!" Fake's eyes flashed a cold light, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward to face the spear.

Just when the spear was about to rush in front of Falke, Hill opened his mouth, and the sound of a tiger roar came out of his mouth, and Falke's body suddenly stopped.

This is one of Hill's secret skills - the roar of the tiger, which contains fighting spirit in the sound, gathers the sound into a line, and directly attacks the opponent's ear, causing him to lose his mind for a moment.

The length of the absent-mindedness is closely related to the strength and proficiency of the user. It is said that the extreme of the tiger roar is that other people cannot hear any sound at all, and the sound is completely restrained, and only the opponent can hear it.

Of course, the length of the absent-mindedness is also related to the opponent's strength. The stronger the opponent's strength, the greater the gap with Hill, and the shorter the absent-minded time. On the contrary, people with low strength may even be directly bled to death by the tiger's roar.

During the period when Falk was in a daze and did not respond, Hill's spear had already arrived in front of Falk. A hint of excitement flashed in Hill's eyes. If this hit hits, even if it can't take Fack's life, it will still hurt the opponent, and then his chances will be even greater.

Seeing the spear getting closer and closer to Falke's chest, Hill even felt like he was dreaming. Is he going to win like this? Although it is difficult for the silver warrior to defeat the gold warrior, it is not impossible. If this shot stabs into Fa Ke's chest smoothly, Fa Ke may really be doomed.

Suddenly, a hint of warning rose in Hill's heart. As an old mercenary who has been on the verge of life and death for many years, Hill has an unimaginably keen sense of crisis.

Although Hill didn't know why he had such a strong sense of crisis, he firmly believed that this sense of crisis was definitely not groundless. This sense of crisis had saved him more than once.

Hill looked at Fak who was close at hand, feeling unwilling, gritted his teeth, increased his speed, and stabbed hard.

It wasn't that he was not afraid of death, but that he couldn't bear to let go of such a good opportunity now. Another one, Falk just said that he doesn't want his own life, he wants to live in pain with missing arms and legs. So Hill was going to take a gamble, using his own life to bet that Falke would not kill himself.

Hill's attack this time has a hint of determination, and it is precisely because of this that the attack has become much sharper than before.

In fact, Farke had already recovered. The reason why he didn't move was that he was waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing that Hill's spear was close at hand, Falk's eyes changed, and his footsteps swayed mysteriously. He even dodged the spear that was almost attached to his chest, and raised his left hand that was shining with golden light with a sneer.

What surprised Fark was that when Hill saw that he had dodged his attack, he didn't panic at all, but there was a sense of trickery in his eyes.

Farke made a knife with his left hand, and ran towards Hill's right arm to slash. If he hit this hit, it would be no worse than being chopped with a knife and an axe. Hill's right arm would definitely not end well.

Hill suddenly pulled out a pistol from the tail of the spear with his left hand, and stabbed it at Fak's front heart, which was a way of exchanging injuries for lives.

Theoretically speaking, if the chest is stabbed by a gun, the person who is stabbed will bleed profusely even if he is not stabbed at the vital point.

You must know that after being stabbed by a gun, the wound is directly a hole, which cannot be closed naturally at all. Unless a large amount of fighting energy is consumed to temporarily seal the wound, but this is not a long-term solution. Doing so consumes too much fighting energy. Even if Fa Ke is a golden warrior, he cannot afford to spend it like this for a long time.

Farke didn't expect Hill to use such a sinister weapon. It was impossible to change the attack, after all, it was too close, but Farke didn't care too much. This gun is not some magical weapon, it can't pierce his armor at all.

Hill suddenly opened his mouth again, and Falk was shocked when he saw this scene. He had already suffered a dark loss just now, the distance is so close at this time, and there is a triangular pyramid in front of him, if he lost his mind again, the consequences would be disastrous.

Falk instinctively stretched out his right hand, pushed the gun away, and cut Hill's right arm with his left hand without any hesitation.

"puff!"

"Plop!"

Hill didn't use the tiger roar skill at all, his right arm was cut off by Falke, blood gushed out from the severed arm, and the whole person fell to the ground.

In fact, Hill can't use the Tiger Roar skill at all. Powerful skills often have certain restrictions, and the inability to use it continuously is one of the limitations of the Tiger Roar skill.

"Haha! Falk, you're using your right hand!" Hill's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. It can be seen that he is enduring unimaginable pain at the moment, but he didn't howl or roll on the ground, but haha Laughed out loud, as if the severed right arm didn't belong to him at all.

Farke didn't continue to do it, but looked at his right hand in disbelief. His right hand was just resisting instinctively when he was facing danger, it was not his original intention.

Although Hill lost a right arm, Farke used his right hand, so this time it was Fark who failed, not Hill. According to the agreement, Fark will let others go.

"Fake, you won't deny it, right? But this is your usual style, even if you go back on your word, I would expect it." Seeing Fake's uncertain face, Hill sneered with disdain .

Farke clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms were bulging, he gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence, "Hill, I keep my word, let your people go!"

"Falke, we will meet later!" Hill winked at the others, and picked up the right arm that fell on the ground. If the treatment is timely, there may be hope for it.

"Wait!" Hill and his party were about to leave when Farke suddenly yelled.

"What? Are you going back on your word?" Hill looked at Falk warily.