Chapter Twenty-Four: Death Throes

  Whoosh!

  Bang!

  The arrow shot out, but did not hit the captain of the Ficharen Knights. At the moment when the arrow was about to reach him, Captain Pochs flipped over and dodged it - earlier, Snow Bear's abnormal reaction made him very clear that this damned, sinister little noble had poisoned the arrow; otherwise, with Snow Bear's physical strength, he would not have been so vulnerable; therefore, he absolutely would not let the poisoned arrow hit its mark.

  That's right, he wanted to fight back, but it would never be a desperate struggle; even if he was already doomed to disability, he still wanted to spend the rest of his life.

  However, once again before that——

  Boats lifted his blood-stained face, staring viciously at Dean, who was drawing his bow again on the tree, with a curse in his heart like a gushing spring.

  "Dean, come down! Fight me like a man!"

  Boatswain shouted loudly.

  Dein's response was another arrow, and Pots, who had already been on guard, suddenly pounced towards a large tree beside him; in the meantime, Dein shot out another arrow, which brushed past Pots' helmet and fell into the snowy ground; this made Pots hide behind the tree like a startled bird, refusing to show his head again.

  "Aren't you a man? You... damn... son of a bitch..."

  Hiding behind the large tree as a shield, Pots let out a string of profanity, and it was clear that he was very skilled at this, having been a mercenary for some time. Within minutes, he continuously cursed Dean's paternal and maternal relatives; but Dean remained unmoved.

  He was very clear, the other party just wanted to force him down.

  What the enemy wants is what you need to stop!

  The Grand Duchess who had once saved his life told Dean this more than once, and Dean undoubtedly remembered it.

  Dean crouched on the trunk of the tree, his eyes scanning the large trees where Potts was hiding, then glanced at the rope beside him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

  Potts, hiding behind the tree, relied on his good left hand to hold a long sword, with his back against the trunk, staring at the large tree in front of him that had been "handled" by Dean - with a trunk that required two people to hug, Potts didn't need to worry about the opponent's arrows; similarly, if the opponent wanted to truly attack him, they would have to go around this big tree.

  Those few trees with obvious ropes nailed on them are obviously the opponent's foothold!

  And once the opponent chooses to rely on the rope to come over, it's when he really means to get rid of the opponent - simply sensing the state of his body, confirming that he has caught his breath and can use 【Power Surge】 again, Pots thought very certainly.

  Of course, in order to force this young noble over rather than wasting any more time, Bo Zhen tried using dirty words to infuriate the other party; after all, his body had suffered quite severe injuries and even though they had been treated, still required timely treatment or else his life would still be in danger.

  So Potts exhausted his brain to say all the insulting words he knew, but Dean's patience was beyond his imagination.

  Just as Potts thought Dean was determined to drag it out with him and had to change his original plan, a burst of tearing sound suddenly appeared in his ears, and a black shadow in front of his eyes was flying towards the big tree he had observed before.

  At once, Potts was overjoyed.

  "Go die!"

  Boats let out a loud roar and once again used [Power Surge], leaping into the air, raising his long sword in his left hand to stab at the figure in front of him.

  Hmph!

  The long sword pierced the figure in front of it without any hindrance; however, the feeling of the blade made Bots' eyes widen in surprise, and at the same time, he truly saw the figure in front of him - this was not a person, but an overcoat tied to a rope.

  Whoosh!

  At the same time, the bowstring vibrated and the sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out.

  Hmph!

  The arrow pierced Potts' unarmored calf without hindrance, and instantly a numbing sensation flooded his body.

  "I'm going to kill you!"

  Looking at Dean who came under the tree to get a better shooting angle, Pots, who was hit by a poisonous arrow, understood that his last hope had also been in vain.

  But it's not over yet - even if he has to die, he'll take down the little noble in front of him first.

  Wow!

  With the still-unfolding 【Power Surge】, feeling the squirming power in his muscles, Pots brought up a gust of wild wind and suddenly pounced on Dein.

  Facing the activated 【Power Surge】, Pots, who was charging towards him, Dean didn't think twice and leaped to one side, barely dodging the opponent's fatal blow. The violently surging cold killing intent made Dean very certain that this leader of the Ficharen Knights had already given up on the idea of a win-win situation and was now prepared to go all out for a mutual kill.

  And Dean would not go down as easily as the other side had hoped - Dean was not afraid to die, and he got a second chance because he took his enemy with him.

  But even if it's a matter of life and death, Dean would never choose Pots!

  Feeling the strong gust of wind sweeping past his back, Dean's body, which had just fallen to the ground, rolled with the momentum. Just as Dean started rolling, a loud and intense explosion suddenly appeared there.

  Boom!

  Snowflakes and mud splashed, a hole with a depth of an adult's ankle and a diameter of up to four feet suddenly appeared where Dean was originally standing.

  Boats, who caused such a result, once again raised his long sword and rushed towards Dean.

  Boom!

  Another similar pit appeared behind Dean, and Dean narrowly avoided the opponent's attack again. At the same time, his right hand reached into his pocket - here was his another trump card: a repeating crossbow!

  This crossbow, which came from that high-ranking spy, not only has the ability to fire continuously, but its short and small arrows are also extremely powerful. Even Dein had to give it a compliment; as long as it is used well, even an ordinary person can take down a knight.

  However, it was clear that in the face of Pots' "Power Burst", which was fueled by a determination to die, this repeating crossbow, although still lethal, had its power greatly reduced; therefore, in order to make the crossbow even more unexpected, Dean's hand immediately moved past the crossbow and towards the flying dagger next to it.

  Whoosh!

  The flying knife was thrown at Potts' eyes as soon as Dean rolled over.

  Ding!

  Bo's long sword swung, and the flying knife that shot over was knocked away. He coldly smiled at the detestable young nobleman's wretched appearance, and made him even more wretched before his death; if he didn't do so, he would find it hard to vent the anger in his heart.

  So, Pots deliberately slowed down his pace, giving Dean the opportunity to shoot out all the flying knives one by one.

  Six dodges later, Dean dodged again, but no flying knives came out. The panic on his face finally made Pots burst out laughing: "Come on, you damn bastard!"

  But Dean didn't respond and instead rolled over and crawled away to one side, as if trying to distance himself from Pots.

  "Don't bother struggling, my [Power Burst] will last much longer than you think... You're dead for sure! If you had stayed in the tree earlier, you might have had a chance to survive, but now you're definitely going to die! Are you regretful? The opponent's struggles made Pots extremely enjoy this cat-and-mouse game, and he absolutely didn't mind playing around a bit more before completely finishing off his opponent!"

  As for Dean's rebellion?

  In Pots' view, the other party was just a sinister and cunning little noble who liked to play tricks. If they were to confront each other head-on, the other party would not be his opponent at all; in fact, he didn't even need to take action himself, his subordinates could finish them off; but...

  Suddenly, thinking of the reality at this moment, the annoyed Pots gave up continuing to play and couldn't wait to taste his opponent's fresh blood.

  So Potts let out a roar and charged at Dean, then -

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

  The successive three-shot crossbow bolt firing sounds were so clear in Pots' angry roar, and Pots, who obviously didn't think that Dean still had a repeating hand crossbow as his trump card.

  So, except for the first arrow, Pots relied on the muscle strength brought by [Power Burst] to sweep away the remaining two arrows with his long sword. Despite having a metal helmet as an obstacle, these two short but powerful arrows still pierced into him, one-third of the way in.

  What's more important is that upon encountering fresh blood closer to the heart, it was suddenly stimulated.

  Went out for dinner, came back a bit late, bowing to everyone and saying sorry! This is yesterday's third chapter... Took a look at the recommendations, already over 2300+, if it can reach 3000, today will be three more chapters.