People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 683 Lumbar Spine Adventure

The knife was only 0 centimeters away from my head at the time, and I thought I was about to... seem a little familiar?

The poet's mind went blank and his thoughts began to fly uncontrollably, but his body almost instinctively leaned back, bending down perfectly to avoid the blade that was about to chop in front of him.

The cold blade brushed past his nose, and the chill wind it brought almost made his heart stop.

Click——

"Ouch, my waist!"

The poet uttered a mournful cry, supported himself on the ground with one hand on his waist, and crawled backwards in a strange posture.

"Damn it, these gray hats are as agile as monkeys!"

"Don't let him get away!"

The door of the safety passage was kicked into pieces, and several Sarkaz rushed out.

The poet was so frightened by this scene that his scalp went numb. He did not care about his old waist which was about to break. He exerted force again to turn his body over and started to escape using his hands and feet.

Even at this life-or-death moment, he did not forget to raise his hand to straighten his hat which was about to fall off.

There was a sound of breaking air behind me.

The poet turned around in horror and found that a Sarkaz had thrown his weapon directly at him.

"Let's talk it over. I'm not here to look for you."

The poet twisted his waist again to dodge the flying sword, and his lumbar vertebrae made a crisp sound of dislocation for the second time.

"Oh~"

A soul-stirring moan gushed out of the poet's throat, and half of his body became numb from this exertion.

"What's going on? Didn't the Sarkaz all submit to Qi Yan?"

No one answered the poet's doubts.

Those Sarkaz don't like to talk too much during battle. Once they decide to fight, the only goal in their eyes is to kill the enemy.

The poet saw that his words could not divert the Sarkaz's attention, so he turned around and threw a lot of paper scraps:

"Look at my hidden weapon!"

The Sarkaz who were chasing them became alarmed and quickly dodged the flying confetti.

But they soon discovered that the scraps of paper were tumbling all over the place and clearly had no lethality at all.

"Asshole, how dare you play tricks on us!"

The strongest Sarkaz in the lead was furious, roaring and swinging his weapon straight at the poet.

Facing the Sarkaz whose microcosm had exploded, the poet threw something out again.

The real hidden weapon pierced the Sarkaz's body, making the poet happy, but then he began to feel confused again.

The pain of the hidden weapon piercing his body did not make Sarkaz retreat, but instead aroused his ferocity. He swung his long sword wildly and chopped at the poet's vital points.

"So I really don't like fighting with you reckless men."

The poet smiled bitterly, took out a dagger and accurately blocked the Sarkaz's attack.

The terrifying force was transmitted through the dagger into the poet's arm, causing his wrist to almost lose consciousness, but at the same time the poet also successfully used this force to retreat faster.

"I advise you not to chase me anymore. My hidden weapon is poisonous. Continuing to fight will only make the poison attack your heart, and even gods can't save you."

The poet put away the dagger in a cool manner and warned the Sarkaz.

Of course, if he hadn't been leaning over and supporting his lumbar spine with his hands when he said this, the effect would have been better.

Upon hearing this, the other Sarkaz looked at their captain with some concern.

"You guys won't chase me if I don't chase you?" The Sarkaz team leader yelled, "Kill him!"

"*Victoria greeting*!"

The poet uttered a beautiful sentence in dialect, then quickly turned around and continued to flee.

The two sides, one in front and many behind, engaged in a life-and-death chase in the dim underground parking lot.

During his escape, the poet did not give up thinking while adjusting his lumbar spine.

"These Sarkaz are obviously not on the same side as Rhodes Island, which means they are from the Tresis faction... for hostage trading!"

The poet suddenly had an idea and guessed the other person's true identity.

Then he couldn't help but break his defense:

"What's the matter? I'm not here to investigate your love-hate relationship. I'm just here to look for someone."

The bitterness that rises in the heart almost bursts out of the poet's mouth in a beautiful dialect.

With amazing willpower, he suppressed the greeting that was about to come out of his mouth and quickly rushed up another corridor in the underground parking lot.

The poet climbed up the stairs in the corridor, slowly leaving the Sarkaz behind him.

Hearing only two footsteps behind him, the poet breathed a sigh of relief and climbed to the rooftop in one go.

The sun shone on the poet again, and the cool breeze made him take a deep breath unconsciously, but before he could exhale, the breath was blocked in his lungs by the situation before him.

The mood that had just been brightening suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy.

"You Sarkaz are really crazy. This is a building more than ten stories high. Don't tell me you climbed up from the outside without any protection!"

The poet pointed at the two Sarkaz that jumped up from the edge of the rooftop and loudly rebuked them for their dangerous behavior.

"Since you care about us so much, then just go and die honestly, Caister's agent."

The two Sarkaz had murderous glares in their eyes, and the blades of their knives flashed blindingly in the sunlight.

The poet wanted to retreat, but found that the footsteps that had just been shaken off in the corridor behind him were approaching again.

"I really mean it. We have nothing to do with each other, so why do you want to kill me when we meet?" The poet was a little upset. "I warn you, I am Qi Yan's man now!"

One of the Sarkaz sneered: "Do you think we will believe your nonsense?

The Sarkaz and the nobles are enemies to begin with, do we need a reason to kill the nobles?"

"I really can't explain it to you clearly."

The poet sighed, turned his head and rushed to the side, heading straight for the edge of the rooftop.

Without any hesitation, he jumped onto the edge of the roof and leapt down from the building more than ten stories high.

The two Sarkaz who were surrounding him were startled and rushed over, but they could only watch the poet fly away to the edge of the land.

"You still say we are crazy, but you, who jumped off the building without protection, are even crazier than us!"

"Don't worry about him for now. What matters now is whether our whereabouts will be exposed."

His companion said worriedly, "We haven't figured out the status of the airship yet. If Rhodes Island wants to win, we won't be able to resist."

"We have to split into two groups. One group will buy time and wait for the Duke's troops to arrive. Once the Norbert District is in complete chaos, we can start the trade. The other group will go after the airship."

"This is the only thing we can do. The only thing we can be thankful for is that the doctor from Rhodes Island is not here."

The two Sarkaz finalized their plan and decided not to linger on the rooftop. They quickly reunited with their companions and began a new operation.

On the other side, the poet used a hook to hang on a building, swinging back and forth on the ground to relieve the inertia of his fall, and finally fell awkwardly in front of an abandoned building.

His poor lumbar spine made another sound of being overwhelmed.

"I am so unlucky. How could I encounter a group of unreasonable Sarkaz?"

The poet grunted and reset his dislocated lumbar vertebra, then looked at the building in front of him and walked over to rest there.

Full of resentment, he did not notice that behind a window on top of the building he was approaching, several pairs of eyes were vigilantly locking onto him.

"Why are Caister's lackeys here?"

"Maybe we're exposed, so we can just kill him and move on immediately."

(late)