Chapter 186 Scoring
No one responded. Everyone was in shock and unable to recover. Their fear of outsiders was heightened to an extremely exaggerated level by this red-haired woman.
For a long time, the people in this town have been indoctrinated with the idea that they all live under the protection of the Dream People. Outsiders, demons, people from the Plague Cult and the Hope Cult are all huge threats to them.
Without the person in their dreams, they would never be able to have the stable and prosperous life they have now.
And now, this scene before them made these people doubt——
Could it be that even the people in their dreams couldn't protect them?
…
"You can't even tell that you're playing dead. Your tactical awareness is zero." Sylvie laughed.
On the street, Sylvie supported herself with one hand and stood up again in a pool of blood. She brushed the dust off her clothes and turned her gaze to George who was riding on a horse.
"However, that slash just now was quite interesting." Sylvie said lightly.
George drew his sword indifferently, dismounted, and after a short period of accumulation of strength, he swung his sword several times, and the surrounding buildings broke and broke again! In an instant, they were divided into neat pieces!
The hem of Sylvie's windbreaker was cut off, leaving neat rips on her clothes. There were also very thin lines of blood on her face. Blood slowly flowed out from the wounds all over her body, dyeing her white shirt blood red.
Various signs proved that Sylvie was hit by George's sword, but her body was not cut open.
Not even a sway.
Sylvie raised her hand, pointed her finger at George, and her lips moved.
"Bang."
At the same moment, a loud "bang" was heard in the air!
George's head and entire chest were blown off. It was a penetrating wound with the edge of a neat semicircle - so there was another corpse on the street.
In the blink of an eye, both people in the dream died suddenly!
The crowd on the sacrificial tower, the bell tower, and the top floor of the church was in a panic. Xia Xiaoyu felt that the people around her were crowded and noisy, and everyone was discussing fiercely.
But it was more like they were trying to gain confidence from each other than discussing. One person said to the person next to him, "The person in the dream won't lose, right?"
The person next to him said, "I don't think he will lose. What do you think?"
Most people were talking about these meaningless words. Although they seemed foolish and ignorant, they were not incomprehensible. After all, the man in their dreams who seemed invincible just now was killed by someone with just two casual hits using game-like gestures.
Xia Xiaoyu used the sniper scope as a telescope and felt inexplicably excited. She had always known that Sylvie was very strong, but she never expected that she was so strong!
She was covered in blood, so why did she look like nothing happened? Was it possible that an injury of that magnitude was nothing to her?
Moreover, her attack method just now was also very strange, a bit like an invisible shock wave, but looking at the direction of the blood splattering, it was not a one-way shock wave. Instead, it was a bit like an invisible sledgehammer that directly crushed the body of the dreamer!
The Dreamer is as famous as the Plague Messenger. The Minister can kill the Dreamer so easily. Does it mean that she can also face the Plague Messenger so easily?
Too reliable, I must quickly tell Su Ming the news that the minister has also come to this world! Xia Xiaoyu thought.
Originally, she had little confidence in completing this task, but after seeing Sylvie's fighting process, Xia Xiaoyu regained confidence in completing the task.
Someone as strong as Sylvie has already entered the white fog. If the white fog continues to be unresolved, more people will surely come in. After that, will there be someone stronger than the minister?
On the street, after Sylvie killed two people, she silently took out her cell phone, turned on the clock function, and started counting.
Then she walked over to Ansiriel's body and picked up the sword from beside her corpse.
She pulled the sword out of the sheath, and the dull, slightly gray blade appeared before her eyes. The sword in her hand did not look like a precious sword at all. It was just a crudely made iron sword that should be classified as the lowest -grade practice sword.
Sylvie threw away her sword, half-knelt down, lifted Ansiriel's skirt, looked at her thighs, then put her hand on them and stroked them gently.
It feels terrible, very rough, doesn't look as smooth as before, and doesn't feel comfortable to touch. The texture of this skin is worse than that of an ordinary person, it's just like a corpse.
No, it should be a corpse.
Her judgment would not be wrong.
Sylvie turned her head to look at the blood that had just splashed. The blood was very fresh and did not belong to a corpse at all.
A large amount of information was stuffed into Sylvie's mind. She was thinking intently with an unusually serious expression.
After a while, she stood up, picked up her cell phone and looked at it. Five minutes had passed.
Sylvie looked up at the end of the street.
In the distance, several running figures are approaching this side quickly, at a very fast speed!
"It's so fast." Sylvie said slowly
She looked past those people and towards the royal city behind them, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth with a hint of disdain.
This time, in addition to Ansiriel and George, there were three other people, and the number of people in the dream suddenly became five.
"There are more people here. It seems that you don't mind group fights at all. This is a good habit." Sylvie praised.
Three people rushed towards him, one in the middle, and two rushed to the left and right respectively. Judging from their sword-holding movements, the three people intended to chop at three places, upper, middle and lower.
Attacks from three angles and three positions are difficult to defend against unless you have supernatural powers!
Ansiriel was the one who was hit directly. This attack was just a test for them. Since the long-range sword wind could not kill the opponent, what about the effective close-range slash?
Even if I can't kill him, I should be able to find the secret of his special defense.
"You don't know how to hide your attacking intentions at all. It seems that you don't have a teacher. However... your physical fitness is excellent. I am very satisfied." Sylvie smiled and raised her hand, "Bang."
The moment she raised her hand, Ansiriel suddenly dodged to the side!
The distance of dozens of meters was passed in a moment. Ansiriel and her two companions infused the magical power bestowed by God into the swords in their hands.
The three swords were aimed at Sylvie's chest, abdomen, and legs respectively - and chopped at the same time!
The three sword lights were like three lightning bolts, passing by Sylvie.
Hit!
Sylvie's body shook slightly, and her expression was slightly surprised.
"That's fast." Sylvie praised.
"What's going on?!" Ansiriel and the other two said in unison.
There was no doubt that they had hit, but the feeling of the strike was wrong. The strike just now was like cutting into a piece of cork, which had cut in but got stuck.
But... their swords can easily cut through steel, so why can't they cut through this woman's body?
What moves did the other party use?
The people in the dream were slashing with almost no interruption. The three of them and Sylvie crossed each other, and the other two instantly filled the gap in attack, and this time the attack was aimed at the back!
Sylvie held a blood-red knife in her hand, and she stretched out her hand with a smile. Her movements seemed slow but were actually fast. With two "clangs", she blocked the attacks of the other two people.
Everyone was shocked. How did she block such a fast knife with just one strike? How did she block it?
With her outstanding eyesight, Ansiriel saw how the opponent blocked two attacks with one swing. The opponent used a swinging motion, attacked one of the weapons with the blade at the same time, and then used the handle to hit the other weapon, and blocked it incredibly.
It was just like a coincidence of luck, but obviously, it couldn't be luck. This woman had extremely superb swordsmanship and could control the sword's momentum in a minute increment!
"Did you see everything?" Ansiriel asked.
"See, do it again!" George said coldly.
After the exchange, the two rushed out at the same time.
This time, Ansiriel and George aimed at Sylvie's feet and head respectively. These two parts were far enough away that the opponent could not use the opportunistic tricks just now to block their attacks.
Sylvie turned around, raised her hand and aimed at George. George was startled, and he exerted force on his feet, and his body moved sideways two meters in an instant!
"Bang."
Blood splashed on Ansiriel and George's faces, and a huge hole appeared on the chest of one of the dreamers.
Ansiriel's mind was a little confused - what was going on?
She was aiming at George, but George had clearly dodged just now, so how could she still hit him?
No, that's not the question. The question is why she was aiming at George but hit Dex instead! How did she lock on to her target?
Sylvie looked at Ansiriel, smiled, and raised her finger to the sky: "Bang!"
"Bang!"
Another person was blown into a pool of blood!
Ansiriel felt a chill down her spine and instantly understood the truth - the other party didn't need to aim at the target at all, the gesture was just a cover!
"She doesn't need to aim with her hands!!" Ansiriel yelled.
Almost at the same time, the remaining three stopped their rushing steps. Sylvie laughed even more wantonly, saying, “Bang, bang, bang, bang!”
A series of onomatopoeias frightened Ansiriel and the other two so much that they retreated violently. They withdrew ten meters away and stared at Sylvie.
"Hahahaha — hahahaha! Are you so scared of me?" Sylvie burst into laughter.
After a long while, she stood up and said kindly:
"Besides your strong basic abilities, you are useless. You can't even see through the basic tactical camouflage. Minus ten points.
The testing method was rude and direct, so ten points will be deducted.
His sword skills were ridiculously weak, so he was deducted another ten points.
Underestimate the enemy and lose ten points.
However... the most essential strength is very strong, which counts as 60 points.
Congratulations, you passed."
What on earth is this lunatic talking about!
Ansiriel thought angrily.
But at the same time, she was constantly analyzing Sylvie's ability. That inexplicable ability to beat people into a pool of blood must have a sign of activation. What exactly is this sign of activation? It must not be fingers and onomatopoeia. Could it be... sight?
