Hardcore crisis

"There are still fifteen minutes...it's too long. It's rude to make the elderly wait for so long."

A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's lips: "Why don't we all play some games? Fifteen minutes is enough for everyone to play a good game together."

"game?"

Everyone looked at Yas in astonishment, not understanding what he was thinking, or maybe they couldn't keep up with his thinking. But then, everyone couldn't help but change their color slightly.

After saying words that everyone in the appeal could not understand, Yas reached into his flaxen handbag and slowly took out a... Damascus knife with pattern inscriptions on the surface and made of Utz steel ingots. , just held it in his hand without any scruples.

"Hey, old man, what do you want to do?"

Ivy whistled, not showing the slightest fear, but instead staring with interest at the Damascus knife held in Yas's hand.

"Of course, take advantage of these fifteen minutes to play some games."

Yas said matter-of-factly, as if he was just playing a game without any ill intentions. But he was holding such a large Damascus knife in his hand, and it didn't look like he was being kind.

"Playing games, what games do you want to play?"

Ivy said enthusiastically: "Are you going to show us this knife?"

"Yeah, yes, appreciate it."

Yas grinned, showing his white teeth, and stared at Albert: "The first person to appreciate it is you... Young man, this knife of mine has been around for decades, and you are still the first. Someone who can appreciate him properly..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the wrong step. Kevin behind him didn't even see the figure clearly, and suddenly disappeared on the spot. In the next moment, he disappeared. Yas suddenly crossed five or six meters, swinging his hand and slashing Albert's neck diagonally with a knife.

"Enjoy it!"

If it were an ordinary person, the thoughts in his mind would still be stuck on what Yas just said. When he thought about it, the knife would be diagonally going from the neck up and down, splitting the body in half at an angle.

But Albert is not an ordinary person.

A decade of research into transpersonal psychology. After practicing under the mysterious master in Nepal for more than half a year, Albert's body and five senses were developed to several times that of normal people, and he had stronger hearing and eyesight than ordinary people. Even though Yas's knife was fast enough, Albert's eyes could still catch the shadow, his thighs were strong, his knees were bent and he kicked. It was like a bullet came out of a gun, but he took a few steps back in an instant, avoiding the knife that came from his hand.

"Ha, I really saw you right."

Albert's avoidance not only did not make Yas angry. On the contrary, it made him even more excited. Amidst the "whistle" of the wind, the knife never left his hand, forming a wind like a gang. Racing like a horse, it enveloped Albert like a violent storm in the blink of an eye.

The Damascus sword is shaped like a long crescent moon. The blade body is wider and the lower peak is wider. There are several blood grooves on the blade surface. It is heavy and has amazing cutting power. in ancient wars. A fine Damascus knife can even split a person's armor, showing how useful it is for chopping.

At this time, Yas was holding a Damascus knife, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were born, and they were slashing with the Damascus knife at the same time. Not to mention that they were unarmed and weak, even if they were wearing heavy armor, they would not dare to do it easily. Let this Damascus knife fall on you.

Even though he was suddenly attacked, Albert had always maintained a vigilance towards Yas. When something went wrong, he reacted quickly and quickly stepped back to avoid the sharp slashes of the knife. He was stunned and let the blade fall in front of him without touching his body. Every cent.

That's right, chopping with such violent movements consumes a lot of energy. A young man's physical strength can't even swing it a few times, let alone an old man. Albert only needs to dodge for a while and wait until the old man's physical strength is exhausted. Finally, that was the moment for him to fight back.

"blow!"

Seeing that Albert's body was flexible and asymmetrical to his tall figure, Yas suddenly put away his knife and stopped his movements. He smiled and said: "Young man is very good. I have not seen anyone who can avoid my knife in more than ten years." It’s the right one to open.”

"What are you doing? Why did you suddenly attack me?"

Albert stood a few meters away alertly, showing no intention of relaxing.

"No, don't get me wrong."

Yas shook his head and looked at everyone: "I am not targeting you alone, but everyone present... they are all my game objects."

He was still laughing, smiling very happily. He returned to the canvas bag, reached in with his left hand, and took out an identical Damascus knife again. He stood there holding the knife in both hands: "Everyone, the game has started. I hope that in thirteen minutes , there is still someone who can stand and participate in another game with me."

"Are you crazy?"

After all, Sha Ya is just a child with great hacking skills. Even though she has talents and potential far beyond ordinary people, at this age, she has never seen a cruel scene. Seeing the old man who was smiling so kindly, suddenly seemed to be alive. He took out the knife like a different person, and without saying much, he actually took action, almost hacking Albert to death on the spot.

"He's not some crazy guy, he's just having fun."

Ivy is not as surprised as others. She has been a pirate in Indonesian waters for seven or eight years. She has not seen how inhumane pirates can do bottomless things in the name of games after kidnapping hostages out of boredom. Come.

"But, old man, can you just take a knife?"

No one noticed that this carefree beauty was also carrying a small backpack on her back. At this moment, she reached into the backpack with her backhand and took out two Beretta M92s, which indisputably showed her disdain for the old man.

What age are you now, and you still want to take out two knives to threaten others...

"Oh, it turns out he even brought a gun."

Facing the two Berettas that Ivy took out, the old man showed no fear at all. He narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Anyone else has some weapons, just bring them out... It's okay for everyone to come together. "

"You old man, where do you get this kind of confidence?"

Brando had been holding his hands and watching everything coldly. At this time, he couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically: "Are you confident enough to deal with everyone?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Yas lowered his head slightly, stepped a little, and suddenly stood up from the ground. He suddenly appeared in front of Brando, and this time he aimed at him.

"Don't underestimate me!"

Without dodging or dodging, Brando's tight clothes seemed to be burst by the muscles. He exploded with all his strength and punched out with no intention of evading, which was beyond Yas's expectation. , but it hit Yas in the abdomen so hard at that moment in advance.

"Snapped!"

This punch hit him firmly, and he suddenly arched his back and flew backwards, rolling around on the ground several times.

"snort."

Brando succeeded with a punch and did not pursue. He stood upright on the steps and looked down at the old man who fell to the ground. He has this self-confidence. A strong young man would suffer broken bones and tendons after being punched by him, and would have to rest for several months before he could recover. Not to mention the old man, who had received the punch just now, would probably be gone now. Death is not far away.

Killing is nothing to Brando. He had chosen this path a few months ago when he decided to take action... No, rather than saying that he has longed for this path since he was a child, Absolute evil, evil without reason.

"Cough cough cough... I'm a little careless."

With a few coughs, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, especially Brando's disbelieving eyes, the old man Yas, who had been hit so hard and rolled out seven or eight meters away, slowly stood up from the ground. , except for being a little dirty, there seemed to be no other harm.

How can it be?

"It seems I can't underestimate you all."

Yas, who had suffered a strong blow, rolled around a few times without letting go of the Damascus knife in his hand. When he faced the crowd again, the smile he had been maintaining disappeared and his face became gloomy.

The old man suddenly said what kind of game he was playing, and then attacked the two of them continuously, which made everyone strongly wary of him. Seeing that Yas seemed to be about to attack again, except for the uneasy Kevin and Saya, The rest of the people were well prepared.

But at this moment!

"blow!"

The black shadow that shot through the sky shot past, and in a flash of lightning, it hit the ground at Yas' feet in an instant. With a sudden explosion, gravel flew everywhere, and the stone slabs were shattered, blocking Yas's right hand that was about to step out. foot. (To be continued ~^~)