Chapter 216 A Sneak Attack

This kick was fast, accurate and hard. With a snap, the bear man's face changed slightly and his whole body started to shake again.

I thought it was normal that he couldn't avoid this kick, and I was surprised that he didn't fall down after being whipped twice in a row.

Here, I have to admire my leg whip. This is a super dirty trick that was honed at the expense of countless big-toothed mice!

Speaking of which, the origin of this dirty trick is not as exciting as its use.

One day, I was happily walking on the eighth floor of the dungeon, humming the divine song "Little Apple" and happily kicking the round stones under my feet as balls.

I was in a good mood that day, mainly because the coins in my pocket already felt heavy, so I decided to go back to town to eat and drink after finishing this level.

However, just when I walked to a slightly remote area and was about to take a short rest, suddenly, a black shadow came straight towards my throat.

I didn't need to think twice to know that this thing must be a fat, big-toothed rat.

At that time, I was at the third level, just like the big-toothed rat.

However, unlike other adventurers, I have no fear of monsters of the same level. On the contrary, when I see them, I feel a sense of intimacy in my heart - these are all moving. Coins!

So, I decided to pull out the iron piece from my waist and click it (yes, at that time, my weapon was an iron piece that looked like a tachi).

However, it happened by chance. I sadly found that the iron piece was stuck in the scabbard of my newly purchased knife and could not be pulled out!

At that time, I was completely confused, my mind went blank, and I didn’t even know what measures to take to face this sudden onslaught.

Maybe it was because I played too much football in my previous life, but when I saw the big-toothed mouse rushing toward me, I subconsciously raised my foot and hit its fat body with lightning speed and precision. I only heard a sound. Screaming, the big-toothed mouse flew out, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then fell to the ground with a bang, like a puddle of mud.

When I got closer, I saw that the big-toothed mouse had been burping for a long time.

While marveling at my foot strength, I also developed a new skill - side kick!

Yes, it's a side kick!

Despite its simplicity and low-key connotation, once used properly, it can be called the master stroke of genius and the king of dirty tricks!

Just like the bear man at this moment, although he was only kicked in the side by me, he still had a pained expression with a broken face.

I looked at his expression with a sneer, then exerted my strength on my wrist, getting ready to give him the final blow.

Suddenly, I heard someone behind me shouting: "Stop!"

I was startled and frowned. Although I was very unhappy, I still stopped moving my head.

For no other reason than the voice calling me to stop was not unfamiliar, it was Harold.

Of course, it doesn't mean that I must stop when Harold tells me to stop, but in contrast, I want to hear the reason why Harold tells me to stop.

If it doesn't satisfy me, I don't mind killing this group of people one by one in the days to come.

When I stopped moving, I saw the bear man's face change, first from light green to light yellow, then from light yellow to pale white, pale for a few seconds, and finally returned to his true color.

cut!

I snorted coldly, pulled my arm, and put down the sword.

However, at this moment, there was a whoosh, and in the peripheral vision, I could only see a shadow heading towards my body. I subconsciously ducked sideways, but it appeared too suddenly and too fast. Before he could get out of the way, he felt a pain in his shoulder. A crossbow arrow sank directly into it, leaving only half of its tail dangling outside the flesh.

Under this powerful collision, my body tilted slightly backwards unconsciously. The severe pain caused by the instant puncture made my mind extremely clear. My sharp eyes stared in the direction of the crossbow arrow. There, A timid figure was trying to retreat into the crowd.

I bent my legs and exerted force under my feet. I rushed out with the Naotachi horizontally in front of me. I decided to find this person and kill him first and then kill him!

The reason why I behave like this is very simple. If it was just an accident, this person would never blend into the crowd and confuse his judgment in the first place. Instead, he should stand there with a look of panic, at a loss.

From this point of view, the person who attacked me definitely did it intentionally. He wanted to shoot me while I was retracting the knife, or to anger me and make me kill the bear man and this group of adventurers. The teams become enemies.

With such sinister intentions, he must be either a traitor or a thief. Not killing him would not quell the anger in my heart.

The man seemed to be blending into the team very quickly, but I ran towards him even faster. It was also thanks to the previous fight with the bear man that I had nightmares in this team.

Seeing me approaching, all the adventurers stepped aside to create a smooth passage, even those who tried to block me or blocked me, and directly penetrated into the inner layers of the team.

When I stood still with my murderous feet, the person I was targeting also gave up dodging and looked at me with a frightened look on his face, as if he was a sheep seeing a hungry wolf.

The man in front of me looked familiar. He was the archer who wanted to shoot me in the first place.

At this moment, he looked like he was about to cry, his hands were behind his back, his legs were trembling, and his face looked like a pitiful weakling.

"I'll give you three seconds to say my last words," I said coldly.

"one!"

The sword was raised at a 45-degree angle with my body, and I stared at him from the lower eyelids.

The male archer did not move rashly, and his legs shook even more violently.

"two!"

The bear man turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. From his slightly trembling lips, I could tell that he wanted to stop me, but there was no reason, because I stopped and his man, He moved his hands, and even almost killed me.

The male archer's knees shook even more violently, like sifting chaff, but his hands were always behind his back.

Is this a sneak attack?

I laughed teasingly.

"three!"

What moves with this word is my body and my sword.

We were less than three meters apart, and I only had to blink and we were there in an instant.

In my eyes, I only saw the frightened look on the male archer's face, and his hands behind his back that were never stretched out.

This killing was over without even taking a breath.

The male archer, with an expression of disbelief on his face, slowly looked down at his body, and then, with a snap, he was separated from his waist and fell to the ground.