I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 72. No!

When Char threw the sword, Apple Pie was dumbfounded.

When the rebellious girl saw Char pointing his sword at the guard, she felt as if her soul was about to be lifted out of the coffin! He was so excited that his hair was standing on end, and his mind was filled with a lot of things!

Jailbreak! Assault an officer! Drive to the main road! It was as fast as lightning! GTA 5!

The girl's mind automatically played the movie "Runaway Baby" by Bruno Mars. She could already see herself sticking her upper body out of the car window and giving the police a middle finger before getting into the car with Char!

She did not need to care about the style, just get high and it would be over! Anyway, that was what it meant!

However...

The next second, Char actually threw his sword away!

He actually threw it away!

Not only her, the guards were also dumbfounded. Seeing how he cut the standard longsword so cleanly, they thought that he was a tough opponent. The young guard, who had never experienced a demonic attack, was ready to turn and escape, but why did the other side throw his weapon away?

The most dumbfounded one was still Macha.

The officer was a very awkward person, and he hated being disturbed the most.

Char's sudden resistance made him feel excited and amused. His movements were natural and he seemed to have some ability. He must fight this kid.

However, the other party threw the sword away just like that?

This was very annoying!

Char threw his sword away, and a normal officer would immediately order his people to take him down, but he did not.

"All of you, don't move,"

He raised his hand to stop the surrounding soldiers and kicked the sword over, stopping in front of Char.

"Come, have a fight with me. If you win, I'll let you go."

There was a fire in the Barbarian's eyes, burning fiercely and unable to be put out for a while.

Although he grew up in the Kingdom of Rugao, the blood of the Barbarians ran in Macha's veins, which made him more inclined to the philosophy of the Northern Red Grasslands. If there was a problem that could be solved with his fists, he would solve it with his first.

"No."

Char put his hands behind his back like a master taking a stroll.

"If you don't fight, I'll just kill you!"

"What's the difference between that and being killed if I can't beat you?"

"You're so silly!"

Macha's eyes widened in anger. He raised his sword and was about to slash down, but Char shouted again, "Wait!"

"You want to fight again?" Macha frowned.

"I can fight you, but you have to give in to me. Otherwise, it'll be meaningless. Just your strength alone is enough to cut me in half with my sword."

Char picked up the sword, flicked his wrist, and started with his Military Swordsmanship.

Swordsman was a class that he had to reach level 90 and above every reincarnation. Who would not like the king of weapons? Although he did not have any additional attributes, he had already reached the point where he could use all kinds of sword techniques with ease.

Although Macha was a Barbarian, he had served in the Army of Astan City at the age of 14. Military Swordsmanship was what he was best at, and he had trained it to level 8. Although the price performance ratio was low, it was enough to show this person's means and honesty.

"Good!"

Macha's red eyes seemed to burn with desire, and they instantly lit up his entire body. The light followed his arm and burned onto the sword. Under the twilight, it looked like he was holding a red lightsaber.

"I will maintain my power at the level of a normal soldier. If I cross the line by even a little bit, the fire on the sword will rise. Everyone present can bear witness. If I can't kill you with this, then you shouldn't have died here."

"Alright, then I'll run!"

Before Char could finish his sentence, he had already shot forward like an arrow.

At this moment, all the experiences of fighting with the Blood Warrior, Macha, came to his mind. The countless figures of the man in his memory-old, bloody, and standing between the broken walls like a god-appeared one by one. Layers of shadows overlapped on the officer in front of him. As the officer's mouth slowly curved up in surprise, the shadows completely merged into one.

He would laugh and praise my courage.

"Hahaha, young man, what a good surprise attack!"

Just as Char thought, Macha laughed out loud. His skin was prickled by Char's sharp aura, and he instantly entered the zone.

This level 45 Barbarian Swordsman with 125 points of strength was filled with fighting spirit. He would habitually use all his strength, and then suddenly realize that something was wrong. Then, he would use half a second to compress his strength to what he thought was the normal size, 27 points.

During this half a second, the flames on the sword would expand for a moment, and the light would temporarily make him unable to see the movements of the person in front of him.

A chance!

The script was just as Char had written, and a blazing fire suddenly appeared on the blade of Macha's sword. The Barbarian officer did not expect the young man's sudden attack to bring him such a great deterrent force. He had subconsciously used all his strength. The moment his vision was filled with fire, a burning sense of shame welled up in his heart.

However, before he could restrain himself, the blurry figure that was already invisible to the eye suddenly disappeared!

It just swayed and then disappeared!

Not good!

Macha did not even think as he turned around and swung his sword. The flame on the blade of his sword lit up the entire city gate. From a distance, it looked like a cart of straw had been set on fire, and it also illuminated the red face of this officer who was extremely humiliated.

Clang!

The Misty Sword that had accompanied Char for almost ten days had died of old age and was shattered by Macha's sword. He was also sent flying by the huge force of the sword and landed heavily on one of the city walls. Fortunately, Char had adjusted his posture in mid-air, allowing his shoulder and back to take the force. Otherwise, the blow would have been enough to kill him.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and leaned against the wall, barely able to sit up straight.

Even though he was beaten like a drowning dog, his expression was like he had won the battle.

"Ha! It's dazzling." Char laughed and teased.

Only the hilt was left in Macha's hand. The blade was melted a second before it hit Char, and the real thing that shattered the misty sword was the shadow formed by his blood.

The reason why Macha had been stranded here from the Northern Red Grasslands was that he had lost control of his emotions when he was seven or eight years old and burned a child to death in a conflict with someone of the same age. That was why he was regarded as an inauspicious person and was expelled by the race. Fortunately, a slave trader who passed by took a fancy to him and brought him back to Astan City. He stayed in the Colosseum until he was 14 years old, and then he was fancied by Burwell and became a soldier.

Macha could now control the burning of his blood and turn it into his fighting strength. This temporary loss of control was the first time in recent years that she had lost control.

Char's words made Macha feel ashamed. The Barbarian turned around awkwardly and waved his hand.

"Except for the Aurania man, let the rest go. They're fine."

"Yes, sir!"

Char heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he noticed countless respectful gazes from the soldiers. He did not need to look to know that his reputation in Astan City had quietly climbed from neutral to friendly. If he were in the military camp, he would be friendly.

The joy on Andrew's face disappeared as soon as he heard Macha's words.

"Eh? No..."

Before he could finish, he was pushed into the dungeon.

It was only when the four of them arrived at the Reeves Workshop that the female thief came to her senses.

"My hero, are we going to help him? What about his Soul-forming Grass?"

"This is considered a loan. I'll return it to him in two days and then get him out."

"Get him out? How?" Apple Pie was instantly excited.

"It has nothing to do with the prison break." Char pushed the drooling face away. "The head warden of Astan City is a level 42 Dual-wielding Berserker. He's one level stronger than Macha and has his own way of killing noobs. If you want to go, go ahead. Don't bring me along."

"Then how are you going to get him out? Don't tell me you can bribe the police chief here or something?"

"Something like that."

Char slumped into his chair and opened the battle log to take a look, trying to relieve the physical pain with a great sense of accomplishment.

"Tsk, his strike took away 760 of my HP, and I'm left with less than 300 HP now."

Rylai went to the backyard to make medicine for Char, and the female thief kept asking him questions. Evelyn walked behind him and started to massage Char's shoulder.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

The female thief opened the door in surprise.

Before she could see clearly, a beautiful figure rushed in, and with a sharp turn, she pounced on Char.

"Char"

"Mia?"

Char almost lost 300 HP from suffocation.