Chapter Seventy-Seven: Concentrate a Little

Concentrate a little and reach the top.

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Knock knock~

It sounded like a log.

Slashed at Mu Ne's body, and several more slashes broke the unknown stiffness.

After being wounded more than ten times, it was finally weakened.

In fact, wearing or not wearing samurai armor does not have much effect on the damage of the Divine Snow, and it is only useful to resist the attacks of some wedgeballs.

The seven-faced warrior suddenly jumped up, holding a club and swinging it in the middle of the staff, and ghostly fireballs continued to emerge from both ends of the staff.

The seven-faced samurai jumping in the air was very light, like a feather floating in the air.

Slowly fluttering, but there is a constant stream of ghost fireballs around it.

It's a good opportunity in the air, but it's very difficult to get around with constant fireballs.

However, in the eyes of the wolf, a red spot appeared on the body of the seven-faced samurai.

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This is a subject that all ninjas must train in – one-hit kills.

Compared to guards, ninjas' tasks are more of assassination and assassination, and this type of work is actually no different from suicide.

Because the target of the assassination cannot be an ordinary citizen, and those targets are all existences with heavy protection.

If you can't kill with one hit, then you just give the other party a head for nothing. There is even the possibility of implicating the people behind the ninja.

So the identity and status of all kinds of ninjas are not high.

Although every ninja who survives is a highly skilled figure, it can be said that their identity is not recognized.

After all, there is also a bushido saying that "ninjas are just a bunch of ninjas who only hide in corners and steal chickens and dogs".

Ninjas are a group of beings who are not protected by their masters, and they are a group of beings who are raised by their lords but whose status is not as good as that of dogs.

Therefore, in order to survive, ninjas have to constantly study their skills.

Solving the target and escaping in an extreme amount of time is the only thing the ninja can rely on.

But it is to obey the orders of the lord, which is indeed a very ironic existence in some ways.

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Obviously, the red spot is not something that actually exists, but a conditioned reflex that has been developed over the years.

The only places where one hit kills are the brain, neck and heart, so these three places are always marked red during training.

Ninjas need to look for possibilities to attack these three main targets from different angles, different postures, and different states.

When the training reaches a certain level, even if you are facing a person, although it is not a red target, these three places can still be marked red in the brain.

And at this moment, time and space seem to pass much slower.

Everything seems to go back to the scene of training.

There is no intervention from others, there is no risk, there is no unknown possibility, and you can penetrate the red mark with just one blow.

Exactly.

Jumping up as if detached, he dodged back and forth between the ghostly fireballs in the air, approaching the seven-faced samurai, and then stabbed through the heart.

If an outsider sees this scene, he must be exclaimed as a miracle, after all, it is not a realm that people can reach.

"Kill in the air, the execution is complete."

Pressed against the body of the seven-faced samurai, he held the wedge pill inserted in the heart of the seven-faced samurai with both hands, and finally fell under the influence of gravity.

Bang~

Samurai armor was scattered all over the ground, and wedgeballs pierced through the breastplate and plunged into the ground, on which were ninja wolves kneeling with the hilt of a sword in hand.

The ghostly fireballs around them gradually dissipated, and the strange atmosphere gradually disappeared, but the cold of the crypt remained unchanged, and the disgusting pungent smell wafting in from the mouth of the cave.

Retract the knife and put it into the sheath.

The next thing to do is to loot the treasures of the crypt.

This armor is just rubbish, and simple and light cloth armor is enough for a ninja.

If you put on such a piece of armor and go to action, regardless of the sound you make when you move, it will be extremely difficult to assassinate at a certain time.

Not only will it not improve the efficiency of the completion of the task, but it will threaten to die.

From the perspective of armor, it's a good piece of equipment, but I don't know how long this armor has been, but it's definitely an excellent armor compared to cloth armor and so on.

If it is difficult to take it away and give it away, naturally no one will be willing to do such a stupid thing, and no one will accept a gift for no reason.

So it's either to sell it and pay it back, or to barter, or it's the material, but this weight is still troublesome.

"Hey, you Muggle, what are you hesitating about? Take it all away."

"Don't forget that your bag has been upgraded to a notch, and it's not a problem to worry about it, but it's better to say that it's far from worrying."

The bell ghost suddenly squeaked again.

"Yes."

Although it is also a so-called magical bag, it has not been any different so far.

So I don't have a real sense of what happened after the replacement.

The only thing I know is that the previous bag has a weight limit.

Until he took out the Qiankun bag and put all the armor, armor, knee pads, arm guards, etc., although he was surprised by the capacity, he didn't show any actual emotion.

After cleaning up the armor, he found two other items on the "corpse" of the seven-faced samurai, one was an item that looked like a knife and a hairpin, and the other item had a blue-purple luster.

"What is this?"

I tried to ask, trying to get a little answer from the bell ghost.

"I know this blue-purple thing, it's called Ergojin, and it's an existence similar to the Flying Divine Paper that can resist evil spirits, but this one is more advanced."

"It's just strange how it could exist here."

I just cared about the previous sentence, and as for the latter sentence, I don't care about such and such questions, to be honest, but is it a refund.

Picking up the money, the strange bluish-purple ore turned to something else.

Snatch away, and even more powerful monsters appear?

Sometimes it's the abundance of fantasies that gets in the way, picking up something like a knife or a hairpin.

(This thing is called the Imperial Offering Hairpin, and if you donate your own blood, you can exchange it for a paper figure that can grant your wishes.) ）

Words like this appear in my mind, and such scenes do not appear once or twice, rare and strange, but more often you will get used to it.

It's like someone's joke, and it's like a game that has been set up.

But what does this have to do with me, I don't care who is talking, I still have the next way to go.

Of course, I don't care about the bell ghost's inquiries about this thing.

"Well, do you know what this is?"

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PS: Sure enough, the line spacing is still wider, which looks more comfortable.

Concentrate:

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