Chapter 166

Han Fei nodded solemnly, then raised his shield and walked towards the Rusty Knight.

The Rusty Knight wore a mask, obscuring his expression, but the constant chuckles emanating from beneath it made it clear that this knight was utterly fearless.

Coincidentally, Han Fei was the same.

The next second, the two accelerated simultaneously; one was Kazimierz knight clad in full armor, and the other was Shield Dog equipped with heavy blast protection.

It's no exaggeration to say that these two people are like two dump trucks.

The collision occurred very quickly.

The two dump trucks collided, and the clanging sound of metal striking metal startled countless birds into flight.

At the very center of the collision, one staggered back two steps, while the other remained as steady as a mountain.

The Rusty Knight is naturally the former.

He regained his footing, and for the first time, a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes behind the mask.

The Rusty Knight's eyesight wasn't bad; he could clearly see that there wasn't even a scratch on Han Fei's shield, let alone any markings or signs of impact.

If he weren't the person directly involved, the Rusty Knight would have even doubted whether he had attacked the wrong person, otherwise how could there be no trace left?

Keep in mind that he had fought at least eighty or a hundred shielded knights, and the shields of ordinary knights were no match for his one-handed axe.

He had shattered countless shields and witnessed countless moments of panicked disbelief behind them.

Unfortunately, this time things went wrong with Han Fei.

But soon, it was replaced by a new kind of contempt.

"Looks like he has some skill."

He paused, but there was not a trace of contempt in his words.

"But not many."

"Really? Should I be a little proud of myself then?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, his bright eyes beneath the heavy riot helmet filled with amusement.

He wasn't affected by the Rusty Knight at all, since he did have some knowledge of the Rusty Knight.

This guy loves this tactic: verbally attacking his enemies and constantly breaking down their psychological defenses.

Once the opponent is influenced by emotions and gets into a state of overconfidence, he will most likely win.

But Han Fei wasn't so clueless. He said expressionlessly, "Whether I have the ability or not, words alone aren't enough."

He lifted his foot and continued, "Use your body to prove my strength."

"I bet tomorrow morning, the headlines in Kazimierz will be: The infamous Rusty Knight stripped naked and tied to a tree in the park?"

The Rusty Knight was taken aback for a moment, a subtle look in his eyes, then burst into laughter. "That's a funny joke, hahaha, you've successfully made me laugh."

Han Fei ignored him, raised his hand, took out a small prop, and casually tossed it aside.

"Razor Wire thrown!"

Actually, Han Fei hadn't used this skill much before.

There's no other reason, it's just in my way, I don't have the chance.

Previously, when Han Fei chose Shield Dog, he rarely needed to use this skill.

He's never played 1v1, and even less so indoor 1v0.

Most of the time, Han Fei was still fighting with people outside.

Outside, the effect of this Razor Wire is barely noticeable.

It's such a small area, how could people not go around it?

But now that it's one-on-one, we have to use skills directly.

In an instant, two clusters of Razor Wire bloomed on the ground, their blades gleaming in the bright moonlight, giving them a chilling and menacing appearance.

However, the Rusty Knight didn't care at all.

He even kicked it, saying contemptuously, "What a piece of junk."

The Rusty Knight was naturally not afraid of this thing; he was a proper fully armored knight, wearing metal combat boots, not some kind of athletic or casual shoe.

The Razor Wire was kicked, and the sharp metal blades collided with each other, making a crisp, tinkling sound, like the ringing of a death wind chime.

The Rusty Knight glanced at his feet; his boots were intact. He said, "Is that all?"

"Then you should just die!"

As he spoke, he neither dodged nor avoided, and stepped directly into the area of Razor Wire.

It was only then that the Rusty Knight realized how disgusting this thing was and what a huge mistake he had made.

As he walked, the barbed wire wrapped around his legs like thorny vines. It was incredibly tight, and no matter how hard he tried to lift his feet to get rid of it, he couldn't shake his legs off.

What's even more subtle is that, even though he was a fully armored knight, when he was actually entangled by this thing, he still felt a faint stinging sensation in his body.

Although it wasn't particularly painful, the stinging sensation was exceptionally clear with every step.

So much so that even the Rusty Knight felt an urge to ignore Han Fei for now and focus on getting rid of the things wrapped around his legs.

But he didn't dare.

The enemy is right in front of us; being distracted will only lead to our death.

Just then, Han Fei made a move.

Then, the Rusty Knight witnessed something that defied all logic.

The Razor Wire seemed to recognize its master; even though Han Fei stepped on it and it made a metallic clanging sound, not a single barbed wire entangled his legs.

"Damn it!"

The Rusty Knight cursed and instinctively tightened his grip on the one-handed axe.

The next second, he saw Han Fei crash into him again like a dump truck.

The Rusty Knight took a deep breath, and the one-handed axe in his hand even emitted a cold, blood-red gleam.

However, this was of no use.

Han Fei accelerated and charged straight at him.

"Behave yourself!"

Clang!!

The clanging of metal even drowned out the gunshots. The Rusty Knight was knocked to the ground, his back hitting the earth with a dull thud.

Then, the Rusty Knight went numb.

He was completely trapped in the Razor Wire, and it was extremely difficult for him to get up.

With each movement of the Rusty Knight, the Razor Wire would make a "clinking" sound, then tighten its grip.

And just then, the gunfire stopped perfectly.

"It's all taken care of, boss."

Texas returned to Han Fei's side, her longsword, which had not been wiped clean, was covered in blood.

After Han Fei took over the Rusty Knight, Texas went to deal with the thugs who had come to join the Rusty Knight' cause.

Then, Theresa returned.

"It's really quite interesting."

She was still wearing those sunglasses, gripping the M7's rear grip with one hand, raising the gun high. "Although it's a bit different from Laterano's firearms, it's surprisingly easy to use."

"Kill them all?" Han Fei's expression was subtle.

If this were in the wilderness, Han Fei wouldn't even bat an eye if he killed them all.

Don't even mention Han Fei; Texas and Theresa are the same, aren't they?

The former is a mafia heiress, while the latter has fought countless battles to defend Kazdel.

But we're in Kazimierz now, we can't play like this. They don't have that much time to clean up the mess, but if we don't clean it up, the first cleaner to come here tomorrow will probably faint.

Theresa retorted playfully, "How could I be so cruel? I only rendered them incapable of fighting."

"Yes, killing them all rashly might cause unnecessary trouble for our subsequent operations," Texas said calmly.

The Rusty Knight didn't speak, but his mind was already full of plans.

Tonight is undoubtedly a loss.

But this Rusty Knight was no ordinary knight. If he could just get back, wouldn't it be a piece of cake, a breeze, to subdue these tourists from out of town?

Just as he was thinking this, he felt someone's gaze fall on his mask.

The Rusty Knight looked up and saw Han Fei.

For some reason, looking at his calm gaze, the Rusty Knight suddenly felt a pang of unease.

"Indeed, killing them all is definitely not an option."

Han Fei looked at the Rusty Knight's mask and raised an eyebrow, saying, "But we're not exactly easy to bully, are we?"

Just as Han Fei was about to collect some interest, a man's voice that sounded rather young suddenly rang out.

"No wonder there was such a commotion."

Han Fei glanced to the side and saw a blurry figure in the shadows. He couldn't see it clearly, but he could make out that the figure's clothes were bluish-green and there was a bow behind him.

"Wow, it's quite lively here. Ah, isn't that our Rusty Knight? Why is he still lying on the ground?"

Han Fei couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could tell from the silhouette that he was a standard-sized adult male.

Based on this information, Han Fei already had a vague suspicion—could this be someone from the Armorless Union?

The assassins of the Armorless Union seem to be all archers.

But for the moment, Han Fei couldn't really think of anyone else in the Armorless Union besides Platinum.

So Han Fei simply asked, "Who are you?"

A soft laugh came from the shadows, "Who I am is not important. What's important is how you got involved with this guy. It's quite troublesome."

"Our Rusty Knight has quite a few connections. If you kill him, you and your friends will find it difficult to move an inch in Kazimierz."

"If you don't kill him, I think our Rusty Knight is quite petty and vindictive."

What would you do?

"A very interesting question."

Han Fei glanced down at the Rusty Knight on the ground and said with interest, "What if you cripple him? Once he's no longer of value, will his friends still help him?"

The Rusty Knight remained silent, his eyes fixed on Han Fei's gaze.

"This isn't a good option," the man in the shadows said. "His sponsor friends will be angry."

Han Fei couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "So what do you mean?"

Killing is bad, releasing is bad, crippling is also bad.

"I?"

The man pointed to himself, then chuckled, "I didn't mean anything by it. I'm not your commander; I'm just a passerby who happened to be passing by and found it interesting."

Han Fei had initially believed him, but now he didn't, squinting at him suspiciously.

The man in the shadows remained unmoved, his voice calm and utterly unwavering. "If you don't know what to do, hand him over to me. I'll clean up the mess for you."

"Alive or dead?" Han Fei asked.

"Well..."

The man visibly paused, the knuckles of his leather gloves making a slight "creaking" sound. Moonlight swept across his taut jawline, illuminating a moment of astonishment.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "You're quite an interesting fellow. Of course I'm going to live; I'm not your cleaner."

"Yeah?"

Han Fei looked at the blurry figure with amusement, "I thought it was you."

Upon hearing this, the man's soft chuckle vanished.