Chapter 89: Throat Cut
Zhang Shao smiled.

When the last centurion was easily pinned to the ground by Wang Yao, Zhang Shao, as their master, did not get angry but laughed instead.

This abnormal behavior made Wang Yao realize for the first time that reality is different from novels. Not every villain will get angry and start to talk nonsense after being humiliated.

For example, Zhang Shao is a good example.

Although this seemingly stubborn and unyielding young man did not inherit the bravery of his father Zhang Fei, he did have some of Zhang Fei's spirit.

But Wang Yao always felt that Zhang Shao's smile was quite meaningful. When he was full of doubts, he suddenly heard Maomao's voice behind him.

"Behind Ayao!"

Wang Yao didn't even have time to react before his mouth and nose were suddenly covered by a big hand.

An enemy attacked him from behind!

As soon as Wang Yao realized this, the huge force made his head instinctively tilt back, and then a chill rushed straight to his throat.

"Die!" a low and crazy voice was heard. The next second, Wang Yao felt his neck shaking and numb.

His throat was cut?!

Out of instinct of fear, Wang Yao's consciousness moved slightly and he instantly activated "Flash".

This was the first time that Wang Yao used the summoner skill "Flash". In the critical moment, Wang Yao did not carefully experience the feeling. He only felt that his mouth and nose that were shackled suddenly loosened, and then his whole body fell into the open space designated by his consciousness.

As soon as he landed, Wang Yao touched his neck in panic. The slight wetness and tingling sensation told him that only a layer of skin was scratched, just like being cut by the leaves of Miscanthus.

Turning around, he saw that the first centurion had recovered. This was because Wang Yao had only pinched him for a while and then let him go, so he did not suffer too much actual damage and naturally recovered faster.

Perhaps because he was frightened by the strange scene, the centurion seemed to be still a little overwhelmed and stood there like a wooden man.

It was this centurion who took advantage of Wang Yao's distraction and suddenly attacked him from behind, even planning to cut his throat!
Looking at the dagger in the centurion's hand, anger like a volcanic eruption suddenly erupted from Wang Yao's chest!

Maomao said that soldiers cannot use weapons when fighting outside the canyon. Not only did he use weapons, but he also launched a sneak attack. This is very insidious and hateful!

Thinking of this, Wang Yao suddenly turned around and rushed over, grabbed the centurion's right hand holding the dagger with his left hand, and chopped it down with his right hand.

"Crack!" With a sound like breaking a plastic tube, the centurion's arm bent downward at a strange angle. With a ding, the dagger fell to the ground. The centurion held the broken arm and knelt at Wang Yao's feet, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

Looking at the centurion who was screaming in pain, Wang Yao had no mercy at all and his expression was more gloomy than ever before.

It was extremely thrilling just now. It was nothing when his throat was cut, but the more I think about Wang Yao now, the more scared I become!
If he didn't have two pieces of equipment on him, if he didn't have "Flash", this one blow would have been enough to kill him! !

Thinking of the countless bodies of dead soldiers in the canyon, Wang Yao broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for his high defense value, he would have died at the hands of such a shameless and incompetent person!
Wang Yao simply couldn't imagine what would happen if he suddenly died here. He didn't die in the canyon, but died in such a place. What would people who knew him think? What about Luna who was still running a high fever? !

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Without saying a word, Wang Yao kicked the centurion captain on the head. The huge force caused him to roll and fly several meters away.

But Wang Yao was still not satisfied. He walked up, grabbed the captain who was already unconscious, and slammed him against a rock on the ground!
Bang bang bang!
The creepy muffled sound continued to be heard. In just three seconds, the centurion's nose was smashed and his face was smashed. Horrifying blood flowed all over his face and also splashed onto Wang Yao's gloomy face.

"Stop it, Ayao. If you continue like this he will die!" Maomao rushed over and grabbed Wang Yao in horror.

Fighting is not uncommon in the army, but if someone dies, the meaning is completely different! Especially when the target is a centurion. Looking at the bloody and dying face of the centurion in his hand, Wang Yao angrily let go of his hand, leaving the bloody man who looked like a rotten tomato behind. Wang Yao ignored Maomao's worried and frightened expression and walked towards Zhang Shao.

He has completely lost his patience with this farce!
"Let me ask you one more question. Can my comrade still take up the post?" Wang Yao asked coldly.

At this moment, Wang Yao's fair face was stained with a few shocking bloodstains, but coupled with his sinister and ferocious expression, he looked as terrifying and creepy as a real devil.

"That was... you... you, do you have any skills?" Zhang Shao's masculine face finally showed a trace of fear.

Zhang Shao saw the whole weird scene. Facing the sudden attack, Wang Yao, who should have been killed, not only did not have his throat cut, he even suddenly disappeared and got rid of the shackles of the centurion!

Zhang Shao had only seen this kind of strange movement, of suddenly disappearing and reappearing, in the military advisor!

What a joke, a mere soldier can actually use those hero skills? !
Zhang Shao was completely dumbfounded.

Wang Yao was almost sick to his stomach at the sound of this shrill voice, and he shouted angrily, "Can you take up the position?!"

This loud shout startled Zhang Shao and his face turned pale instantly.

But even though his legs had obviously begun to tremble, Zhang Shao still refused to retreat!
"Why should the position of the captain of our bottom lane army be held by one of you guys in the top lane? He was just a soldier in the vanguard unit, not even a sergeant. Why?! I'm telling you, I'm the second son of the hero Zhang Fei. If you dare to touch a hair on my head, you will definitely die without a burial place!"

Wang Yao stopped.

"Ayao, don't be impulsive!" Maomao also quickly grabbed Wang Yao's arm.

Seeing that Wang Yao dared not come forward, Zhang Shao was very proud. Then he sneered with a vicious look, "Don't think you can do anything just because you defeated those five losers. If you have the guts, kill me today. Otherwise, don't even think about having any role in the lower road. Get back to the upper road!"

"Oh, is it so?"

Staring coldly at the fearless and domineering Zhang Shao, Wang Yao smiled.

Some people are so used to a life of luxury that they have no idea how high the heavens and how deep the earth is. The best response to such "My dad is Li Gang" type of people is to give them a hard slap in the face!

After looking around, Wang Yao set his sights on Maomao's waist behind him.

choke!
With a clang, Wang Yao drew out the sword from Maomao's waist. Completely ignoring Maomao's obstruction, Wang Yao walked towards Zhang Shao step by step with the shining long sword in hand.

"You, what do you want to do?!" Feeling the murderous intent from Wang Yao, Zhang Shao's expression suddenly changed.

Wang Yao didn't say anything, but just approached Zhang Shao step by step with a long knife in hand, expressionless.

“Stop, stop! Don’t you understand? My father is Zhang Fei, the supreme commander of the bottom lane army! You…” Zhang Shao’s face was extremely ugly, and at the end, he didn’t even dare to say a word, because Wang Yao was right in front of him.

Wang Yao slowly raised his long knife. The sharp blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight. The tip of the knife pointed directly at Zhang Shao's throat, frightening the latter so much that he dared not speak.

"stop!"

At this moment, a low shout suddenly rang out, and at the same time, a calloused hand reached out and pressed the back of Wang Yao's hand that was holding the hilt of the knife.

(End of this chapter)