Aini felt his body light up, as if something was flying out. He was sucking in air like a dehydrated fish. Pain exploded from the left side of his body, almost condensing into numbness.
With his eyes filled with tears, he kept telling himself to keep up his appearance and hold back.
In his constant prayers, the sword finally ended.
Ani heard a dull sound of landing.
He opened his slightly blurred eyes, took a breath, and turned to his body with a somewhat stagnant gaze.
——He looked at an empty left arm.
His eyes suddenly froze, and he seemed to hear the sorrow spreading from the bottom of his heart.
"Aini, Aini...it doesn't matter. You can still catch up after the world ends. Cheer up..." Qiaolia's voice sounded from the side, cruelly reminding him that he had indeed lost one of his arms. .
The barrage was also full of questions such as "Ani actually cried?" "He looks so weak." "I remember Su Mingan was much better than him when he broke his arm." "As for that, why does it hurt so much?" and so on. sentence.
Aini took a deep breath and ignored the barrages. He just raised his head and looked across. He endured the still strong pain and suddenly admired the person opposite him.
...He had actually heard of the video of the severed arm.
But I heard that the man's expression had hardly changed, and he even looked directly at his bloody arm and put a tourniquet on it.
It made him think that it didn't hurt at all.
Su Mingan is a madman. Aini finally came to a conclusion.
The world in the eyes of many lunatics is different. Maybe Su Mingan really can't feel pain.
Facing Su Mingan's waiting eyes, Aini raised the sword in his hand slightly.
"Tower..." Aini didn't even have time to wipe the tears from his face, he just wanted to end this extremely painful battle as soon as possible.
"Attack...hiss. Attack the enemy country..." Before he could finish the sentence, he was so painful that tears fell down again.
The wind blew darkly at my empty left arm, bringing a biting coldness.
The ruby on the sword's blade shimmered.
…
At the moment when the clone did not completely kill Aini, a bad premonition gradually rose in Su Ming'an's heart.
The opposite side is not dead, the tower opposite is still there.
And... my queen is also there.
The tower cannot attack the king beyond the queen, which means that if Aini wants to kill himself, he must kill Yue first.
Although Aini's condition is unlikely to withstand the clone's next blow, after Yueyue is killed by the tower, in his own turn, he can let the clone attack Aini and win the final victory.
But...there is the premise of [Yueyue is killed].
A premise that cannot be exceeded no matter what.
If you use a clone to kill the opponent, but if it is the opponent's turn, the Yueyue under the tower attack will die first. The tower will always attack the queen first.
No matter what, there is no getting around the fact that the [Queen] will die.
She seemed to be on an isolated island in front of him. The island was full of watching sharks and the surroundings were tightly sealed. He stood on the boat and could not find any way to pull her up.
The barrage is both surprise and sadness:
【Why do I feel something is wrong...】
[In this way, even if the anchor wins, Yueyue will eventually...]
【No! No! I like Yue Yue and I don’t want her to die! ! Can you please pause this copy? I don’t want either of them to die here! 】
[It’s a dream, either you die or I live, what else do you want...]
[Su Mingan was able to push Aini to this point...]
[Who is Su Mingan! ! ? 】
[What is Su Mingan’s novice level evaluation! a, s, or... ss? ? 】
[I just want to save Yueyue, she is very good and does not deserve to die. 】
[This is the first time I regret that I am just a spectator...]
【……】
Aini's eyes trembled, and he also remembered this.
In fact, he was not sure that after killing the opponent's queen, he could still take the terrifying blow from the clone.
The situation of both parties is actually the same.
If Aini ordered the next blow, Yueyue would die without exception, and Aini himself... would most likely not be able to escape the fate of being beheaded with a sword later.
This confrontation was extremely dangerous from beginning to end, every step was like walking on a knife.
The air became stagnant for a moment.
"...Who are you?" Aini suddenly asked.
