Chapter 663 (2/2)

Theseus looked really surprised. He didn't expect that his master was someone of the other party, so his ability was useless in front of the other party.

Seeing Theseus's helpless appearance, Smith laughed and felt very happy. Such a guy could not escape from his own hands and took the fate of others in his own hands.

”Look at the throwing knife.” At this time a voice began to ring.

Smith is proud, heard Theseus's words quickly resist, according to the original track to avoid, but don't think this time the throwing knife is really different, blink of an eye, shoulder has been in a throwing knife.

He couldn't believe looking at the Throwing Knife on his shoulder. He just felt that he had been fooled.

”There is no fixed number of things in the world, and the shooting trajectory of this throwing knife can be changed. Do you just think you are sure to win?” Theseus got up from the ground and said to him with a smile.

Smith's despair just now was all pretended. As a person of common blood, he had experienced more despair. How could he be so easily knocked down.

At the moment, Smith's hand was stabbed by a flying knife. Although it was dealt with quickly, it was obvious that his arm was unable to work for the time being, which was obviously a disadvantage.

Theseus certainly won't let go of this rare advantage. Fortunately, there are not many places that can be changed. The moves are still those moves. Smith struggled to resist, but he didn't fall behind.

The advantage of strong blood soon revealed, a little injury is a rapid recovery, soon his injury healed.

Theseus was anxious in his heart. If he could make a trick once, he couldn't do it any more. It was hard for him to gain an advantage again.

After all, Smith is a high blood, and his accomplishments are better than him. Under normal circumstances, he has no chance of winning.

There is no partiality in the situation, but it is difficult for the weak to gain the upper hand after all. In such cases, the strong are respected. It is a simple rule, and it is an insurmountable gap for the weak.

Gradually Theseus more and more difficult, if continue to insist on only a dead end, this is not willing to see.

Theseus soon prepared to use only the means of pressing the bottom of the box. It would be too late to use it again. Smith attacked again. He was really angry. He thought he was an ant in the palm of his hand and jumped up and bit him.

This is an unforgivable sin. An ant who has the right to offend his great God must punish him severely in order to calm his anger.

Theseus was under great pressure, so he had to use the tactics of pressing the bottom of the box. He quickly jumped up, and the dagger in his hand cut his palm. He read the formula, and his blood was stained with the dagger.

It turned out to be a magic weapon, which was despised by the Protoss. The weapons used by the demons were all costly, either blood sacrifice or magic power, but they were also powerful magic weapons.

Soon this Theseus is a very large amount of blood absorbed by the dagger, above flashing strange light, seems to have a spiritual general twist.

Theseus let go of his hand, and the dagger flew towards Smith. Smith's machete wanted to knock him off, but the strength of the dagger was so strong that it drove him back several steps.