Chapter 509 I'm Paving the Way to My Own Death

There was no gorgeous battle, no preparation, and no miserable ups and downs, just like the wailing of a piano. The moment the blade cut across his neck, blood dripped down along the horizontal side of the wound in the moonlight. The smell of blood filled the air. The cold and indifferent voice sounded in the ears of the four mercenaries as the battle began. So. As expected, it was over. In the world of ordinary people, battles were extremely simple. It was either defeat or victory. One party fell, the other stood. The victor was king, and the loser was bandit. At the level between warriors, victory and defeat were even simpler - life and death! Trent Brougham was the most powerful warrior in the world of ordinary people. With the help of the darkness of the forest, even if the moonlight fell on the pair of cold eyes and revealed his position, the extremely