I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 98 Regret

And obviously, the rough guy in front of him will only make Zhang Xing even more angry.

Although he actually looks quite angry.

Satir clutched his lower ribs, which were the most injured—the greatest damage Yunek had ever done to him.

The moment he opened the door, the Avenger finally allowed his body to remember something useful. The invisible sharp blades gathered under the will of the awakened one, stabbing the unwary enemy.

But that's it.

Even if he loses the initiative, as a beast who can make a name for himself, Satyr can maintain his intimidation on the ship not only because he likes to take a different path.

The moment he felt danger, he handed over the boning knife that he had not yet put down.

Just in front of Yunek's next blow!

The suppression of Eris Port was fair. It gave Yunek the qualification to fight, and also made this half-waste coward particularly weak.

Perhaps somewhere else, or before Yunek abandoned himself, those invisible sharp blades could penetrate metal.

But now, although his attack can cut open Satir's body due to his carelessness, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the knife in Satir's hand.

A certain fighting god once said - "There is a high wall between bare hands and weapons."

This sentence may not be true, but at least it is true at this time.

Yunek has never been in the habit of carrying a weapon, either before or now. He didn't need it before, everything was his sharp blade, but now he doesn't need it anymore.

Have you ever seen anyone bring a knife to a club?

Just kidding, everyone should carry a gun!

But maybe it was because he hadn't fought for so long that Yunek forgot to respond normally, or maybe he never thought about being able to fight normally.

In short, after the invisible sharp blade was blocked by the tangible steel knife, the offensive did not stop, but became more fierce.

With blood splattering, Yunek's unstoppable hand pressed on the boning knife, and then held the blade tightly.

He was not surprised at all that his second knife would be blocked, and he also fully recognized the statement that although he had never heard of it, it was very reasonable.

When everyone is a loser, the gap between armed and unarmed is indeed irreparable.

But as for who is armed and who is unarmed?

It is still open to debate.

"what!"

Amidst the ferocious roar, the trembling beard began to splatter blood belonging to the third party.

The furious Satyr did not dare to loosen his grip on the handle of the knife - although under the influence of Yunek's ability, this boning knife should no longer have a blade or handle.

It's not so much a knife as it is a shit brush without a handle.

There are sharp blades everywhere visible to the naked eye, especially where the Satyr is holding it.

He could guarantee that if he didn't hold back and let go, the unknown person opposite him would definitely hit him hard.

But now that I have taken control...

Ignoring the real pain in his hand, which was like a knife, Satyr pumped his own blood to seal the wound on his hand, and then tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand.

"Die to me!"

‘Sure enough, you don’t remember me. ’

Yunek didn't know whether to be angry or angry.

Even the angry enemy doesn't know how many bad things he has done over the years, and he has no memory of himself, a dead remnant who was once left with a deep nightmare by him. He was still angry at himself for being a useless person who never dared to appear in front of his enemies, which made him never think that he might encounter such an ability one day.

With his torn palm, he firmly grasped the grotesque weapon, flicked it out, and continued to perform the previous mission.

It did, but it didn't seem to work.

Seeing Yunek who was unable to fight and was knocked away by his own attack, Satir had a strange expression on his face.

Crash?

He slightly let go of the hand holding the knife and looked at the sharp blade that had penetrated into his palm - "Damn it!"

The abilities of the awakened ones are always strange, such as the one in front of Satyr. When Yunek and Satyr held the boning knife together, there might really be no difference between the handle and the blade. But only when the Satyr can attack, it will be there.

It's just that what is held is the blade, and what stabs people becomes the handle.

puff-

He pinched the handle of the knife that had its head cut off, and pulled the thing out of his hand.

There is a high wall between unarmed and armed, but it is obvious that in this place, there is only one person armed.

Satyr threw the unusable weapon aside and closed the wound on his hand between breaths.

"You are--"

He didn't finish the question, and Yunek didn't intend to answer.

After just taking a few breaths and feeling that the impact of the impact had dissipated slightly, Yunek pounced again.

The weakness and pain in his arms reminded him that the enemy in front of him was a giant man who could hold the blade and beat him in wrestling. He could even hit him with the handle of the knife and almost couldn't get up.

But that’s it!

In other places, all he needs to kill himself is a knife, a punch, a kick or a command.

And here, this secluded place is perfect for killing people and burying corpses. Satyr wanted to kill himself, but he could neither give orders nor use a sword.

It even requires a lot of punches and kicks.

Then I can give you a few more knives!

Just like what Yunek's heroic brother did in his desperate resistance.

On the ship he was guarding, he met the pirate Satyr who not only wanted the treasure, but also wanted to kill all the dissatisfied crew members. That little devil of sunshine, the little devil who brings hope and light to everyone, the little devil who never gives up on his promise.

His resistance must be stronger than mine, he must have never been weak, he must have given you many knives, and he must have made you very angry.

He must have made my family very proud too!

So when you came to my village angrily and lit fires for revenge, they all chose to resist.

They must have left a deep impression on you and left you with a deep wound that you cannot forget.

Unlike me, a weakling who can only run away, I can't even let you know how I will fight.

"But you must know it now, but it's a pity..."

This unfinished sentence was the only thing Yunek said to Satir after he came in.

Until now, Satir still doesn't know who this person is and why he is dying here like a madman.

But it's not important at all. He has encountered so many such things that he doesn't even bother to remember them.

Apart from……

Stopping to recall the memories that made him feel pain now, Satyr looked at the corpse lying in front of him with disdain.

Compared with those people, this person is really far behind.

Although he looked very similar when he was crazy, he was different from those people. After he knew the general ability of the trash in front of him, he could no longer cause harm to him.

Those abilities that turn everything into sharp blades are indeed very useful, but it's a pity that those who awaken them are a bit unbearable.

Before Yunek died, he must have regretted that he did not stab Satir more often.

But it doesn't matter, he can still tell Satir about this regret on the underworld, because——

"I'm very angry now!"

　The chapters were published last year, and the blessings the author said were given this year. I hope all my book friends will have a smooth new year.

　　

　

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