Gotham Dark Godfather

Hearing this, Deathstroke couldn't help but frowned. Since the other party said this, it was definitely not without purpose. Maybe he had already set a trap somewhere, waiting for him to be baited and deceived.

The swords collided again, making a harsh metal sound. The two were very close in terms of strength and experience, and it was hard to tell the winner for a moment.The battle situation is still tense.

Among those who had fought against Deathstroke before, except for Deadshot, almost everyone else had been defeated in one move.Not posing much of a threat at all.But now faced with the obstruction of the Angel of Death, Deathstroke fell into a hard fight for the first time.

"He discovered what flaws I have, but the time left is getting shorter and shorter. I have to do whatever I say," Deathstroke said viciously in his heart.

However, at this moment, the force transmitted from the blade caused a flash of inspiration in Deathstroke's mind, and he suddenly realized something.

Could it be said that the saber and broad sword...

Deathstroke quickly glanced at the weapon in his hand, and saw that the blade was covered with cracks. It looked as if it had been placed on a blacksmith's chopping block and beaten hard for a long time. The damage was extremely serious.

"So...this is your plan" Deathstroke stared at the Angel of Death with squinted eyes, secretly surprised in his heart.

The opponent used a broadsword, which was originally a weapon commonly used by knights in the Middle Ages. The blade was thick and could easily chop an armored enemy into minced meat.Logically speaking, this weapon lacks flexibility and agility compared to its own saber.In the fight just now, Deathstroke relied on this to continuously bring new wounds to the Angel of Death.

But what I didn't expect was that the Angel of Death did not target himself from the beginning, but was dedicated to destroying the saber in Deathstroke's hand.Compared with this kind of ordinary military knife, the broadsword is much stronger than the saber in terms of thickness and weight. Therefore, after several cuts, it is easy for the slimmer saber to fall into the curling edge. In the crisis of collapse.

"Damn it, it doesn't matter if you did it on purpose or you were just lucky, but I have to say that if it comes true, it will really affect my battle... and it will also turn my recovery ability into a decoration. It's really smart. Guy" Deathstroke thought to himself.His recovery ability is extremely strong. If he cuts an arm, he can recover within a few minutes, so he is not afraid of being hit by his opponent.

But if there is no weapon in hand, even Deathstroke feels that he will suffer a lot when faced with such a brutal broadsword.It will only become more difficult to move forward by then.

The Angel of Death remained silent, letting the wounds on his body recover.Perhaps over the long years, this immortal warrior has long been accustomed to using his physical characteristics to fight.It may also be that Deathstroke's agility and combat power forced Deathstroke to adopt this more conservative style of play. Anyway, if they continued to fight, Deathstroke's saber would probably only be able to withstand two rounds.

"Don't get too proud too early," Deathstroke said coldly, staring at his opponent with a falcon-like gaze: "The key to victory or defeat is not smashing things in the competition, but whether you can chop off the enemy's head first."

"Oh, yeah, but I want to try," the Death Angel replied unceremoniously. At the same time, he picked up the broad sword in his hand, shouted, and attacked the death knell.

He is confident enough that the next blow will definitely break the saber in Deathstroke's hand. It would be better if the opponent just avoids it. The longer the delay, the shorter the distance for Zhou Hao's men to gather. .When the time comes, there will be more people, and Zhou Hao's safety will no longer be worried. Maybe the assassin can be kept here, unable to escape even with his wings.

At least in the eyes of the Death Angel, Deathstroke was already at an absolute disadvantage anyway.

"go to hell"

Deathstroke roared and did not dodge. He waved the saber in his hand and slashed towards the body of the Angel of Death.

For a moment, the two people roared and rushed towards each other with all their strength. They picked up the weapons in their hands and attacked each other in the most primitive and direct way.There are no fancy moves, and there is no plan to attack, just slashing at the opponent's body like a gamble...

........

blood splatter

Deathstroke's knife stabbed firmly into the waist of the Death Angel, while his opponent slashed the broadsword on Deathstroke's neck.

"You...are such a crazy guy"

The Death Angel said in a surprised tone, as if he was very dissatisfied with the results of his victory.

To be precise, the Death Angel's knife only cut into a distance of less than two centimeters. Almost at the moment when the knife touched the skin, Deathstroke tilted his head very quickly, using his face and shoulders to clamp the opponent's target. One knife makes it difficult to advance even an inch.

This move is extremely dangerous. After all, how could a normal person stop a broadsword in this way? Even Mudatori, who claims to seize the blade with his bare hands, would not be so crazy as to use his face to block the sword.At least the moment Deathstroke intercepted the broadsword, half of his teeth were directly broken. Thanks to his perception beyond ordinary people and his extremely calm mind, he was able to complete such an impossible task in the blink of an eye.

"Well... What an incredible lost lamb. It's a pity. If you were fighting against an ordinary person, then you would indeed win now... But it's a pity that as a believer blessed by the Holy Light, your efforts It's not enough." The Angel of Death said with a serious face: "Although you intercepted my attack, I only need to increase my strength, which is still enough to chop off your head. Instead, you attack me... Even if you cut off your head... Opening my stomach, tearing my internal organs, dragging out my intestines, and even driving nails into my heart will not prevent my resurrection... The outcome of this duel was destined from the beginning."

Upon hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across Deathstroke's gray face, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

"Stop talking nonsense and give it a try."

After saying that, he suddenly put more force on his hands, and his tired body suddenly regained its fighting spirit, just like a few drops of oil dripping into an engine that was about to be scrapped.The cracked saber kept pushing into the Death Angel's abdomen, the organs inside were intertwined with the blade, and blood spurted out as if it was free.

Feeling the severe pain coming from his abdomen, the Angel of Death did not sit idle and quickly used all his strength to ferociously press the broad sword against Deathstroke's neck.After all, with just a little more strength, he could behead the grizzled old mercenary in an instant.

The two of them were making a last-ditch fight. The knife on Deathstroke's neck was getting deeper and deeper, and the blood in his veins was happily gushing out from the blood tank.The Angel of Death was not having a good time either, his whole stomach was twisted to pieces, it was horrible to see.

If this continues, either he will be beheaded, or the other may be cut in half. Both of them are very aware of the consequences, but they have no intention of giving up. Instead, they desperately increase their strength, vowing to eliminate their opponent first.