Chapter 143 Ruthless Hawkeye

Chapter 143 Ruthless Hawkeye
After retreating hundreds of meters, Hawkeye also stood up straight and began to fall.

Ignoring the broken arm, Hawkeye took a deep breath.

When the breath was finished, Hawkeye immediately slashed at the re-gathering lion.

There is no huge slash, but a lingering gust of wind howling.

"Boom."

The strong wind blew over the dirt lion, and the lion immediately exploded and dispersed into large and small clods.

So scattered, even if the Golden Lion wants to gather the soil, it will take a long time.

He can no longer be flanked by two sides, his injuries are already serious.

Another serious injury and he could bleed profusely, leading to loss of strength and even death.

During the fall, he couldn't deal with the golden lion and the attack formed by his ability at the same time.

Relying on the reverse force of this slash, Hawkeye rose a lot.

"Jie ha ha ha ha, don't you give up?"

The golden lion stopped manipulating the soil for the time being, and taunted Hawkeye.

With such a serious injury, if he continued to fight with him, Hawkeye's stamina would be exhausted rapidly.

Even if he can defeat him, Hawkeye has no physical strength to slow down the falling speed, and will eventually fall to his death.

However, with the loss of an arm and the inability to wield a knife with both hands, how could he defeat himself?
Golden Lion did not take the initiative to attack. Although he was anxious, his years of combat experience were still there.

A lion who has no ability to form will help from the side, and it is impossible to win with swordsmanship alone.

In addition, the best time is when Hawkeye has to take action to slow down the fall after the eagle eye falls.

Hawkeye still didn't say much, just lowered his head and glanced at the knife with his blindfolded eyes.

The knife was still stuck in his thigh, and it was ready to be taken away at this time.

It's a pity that I don't have any extra hands, otherwise I can do a lot of things with a knife!

Hei Dao Ye waved lightly, sending out a small slash at his feet.

Hawkeye landed on the slash, stepped on it vigorously, and rushed towards the golden lion.

He didn't have much time, the broken arm had been cut and was still bleeding, and he didn't want to lose too much blood and die.

As for the situation in the high altitude, he should have no physical strength after the battle, so he can only rely on Stan.

His current situation can make Stan a lot of money, and Stan will not let go of the opportunity.

Normally, he would not calculate these problems, but would think about all aspects.

But once he entered the battle, his years of combat experience would automatically calculate everything.

His only advantage, the golden lion, has been sentenced to death by Stan.

And he only needs to think about how to kill the golden lion, and the rest can be handed over to Stan.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me, and don't say I'm mean!"

With a sinister grin, the golden lion floated to the left of Hawkeye.

Instead of sending out a slash, the sword in his left hand sliced ​​through Hawkeye's head, and the sword in his right hand aimed straight at his shoulder.

In this kind of air, slashing is futile and extremely stupid.

Slashing is just a one-line attack, but there are all directions in the air to dodge.

No matter how many slashes there are, facing a domineering enemy with knowledge and aura, they cannot hit in the air.

As for aiming at the shoulder, isn't it normal?Attacking towards the wound is the most effective way to seriously injure the enemy.

The moment the golden lion got close, Hawkeye immediately lowered his head, gathering his domineering arrogance on his left shoulder.

Hawkeye didn't block his two swords, but slashed at the golden lion's waist.

"Pfft, puff."

There were two sounds of swords piercing flesh, and two flowers of blood bloomed.

Hawkeye lowered his head to dodge the golden lion's cross-cutting sword, only cutting off a piece of hair.

And the sword he stabbed straight into Hawkeye's shoulder, as expected.

It's just that there is domineering in the front, and there are hard bones in the back, so it doesn't go too deep.

"You, damn, what did you do?"

The golden lion's face changed drastically, and he looked down at his stomach.

Heidaoye, who was slashed by the eagle eye, completely cut his front abdomen open, and the internal organs can be seen.

Comparing the two, it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage in this confrontation.

He rushed too fast, and Hawkeye's knife was too fast. When he sensed it, he had no time to dodge it.

"Damn it, I want you to die."

The golden lion roared furiously, its eyes bloodshot.

Pulling out the sword vigorously, he pulled out the sword that had penetrated several centimeters into the eagle's eye bone, and the golden lion retreated into the distance.

Ignoring Hawkeye for the time being, Golden Lion looked at the wound, then at Stan, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Afterwards, Golden Lion tore off a corner of his clothes, and hastily bandaged the wound.

He wanted to escape, but Hawkeye was in very bad condition, if he fell from the sky, he might die.

But he didn't dare, the person who pressed him to kneel with a palm was looking at him.

That person also has the ability to fly, and escape is impossible.

Only by defeating Hawkeye can he be qualified to negotiate terms with him, and maybe he can survive.

"I am a golden lion, I am a golden lion, when did I fall to the point where I need others to pity me to survive?"

The golden lion gritted his teeth, thinking very unwillingly.

Time is really ruthless, if a new generation replaces an old one, he will be forced into such a situation.

A young world's number one swordsman dealt him a heavy blow.

And the other, someone he had never heard of, was only about twenty years old, and he was oppressed to kneel down.

That palm not only crushed his body, but also crushed his arrogance and his past glory.

"No, I'm a golden lion. Even if I'm going to die, I can't be so useless."

The golden lion's red eyes stared at Stan suddenly, bloodthirsty and violent.

survive?Live in humiliation?Relying on other people's pity and begging for mercy to live on?
No, no need, he can't live like this.

This way of living will only make him feel ashamed and make Roger and Whitebeard laugh.

Since he decided to die, he would die at the hands of the strongest person, without dishonoring his reputation.

The person who can make him kneel with one palm is stronger than Whitebeard. The title of world's strongest must have belonged to him a long time ago!

"I'm a golden lion, how can you let me kneel down like that?"

The eyes radiated a fiery red light, and the golden lion roared while gnashing its teeth.

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hands in an attacking posture.

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Something happened that I don't know about?"

Stan was a little dazed, holding a bowl of rice in his hand.

Not a short time has passed, and it's night, it's time for dinner.

He just kept watching and didn't do anything. Why did the golden lion suddenly go crazy?

You were full of desire to live just now, why do you want to die now?

"You want to attack me? Do you want to avenge that palm? You still have some backbone."

Looking at the posture of the golden lion, Stan understood a little bit, people who are seriously injured always think too much!

"Cut, it's boring, it's your bad mouth."

Stan sneered disdainfully, and slowly took a mouthful of rice.

If it wasn't for the golden lion's bad mouth, he wouldn't have done anything to him, after all, he was an old lion.

"Hawkeye, if you let him interrupt my meal, I won't save you!"

Picking up a piece of meat, Stan ate it deliciously, speaking indistinctly.

(End of this chapter)