Killers are always killed, and Steley, who uses assassination to solve his competitors by any means, is naturally worried that one day his own head will be taken away.

Therefore, Mr. 1, who was hired by Sterley with a high salary, not only played the role of a killer, but also disguised himself as a guard to follow Sterley's side all the time.

Although Mr.1's appearance fee is very expensive, and the cost of saving the scene can put the aristocratic family at risk of bankruptcy, I have to say that you get what you pay for, and Sterley is worth the money:

Mr.1 is a top agent of the Baroque Workshop under one person and above 10,000 people, and he is considered a good player in the first half of the Great Passage, and after reaching the East China Sea, which is known as the weakest, he is even more invincible.

The righteous act of the great hero Sterley to shoot the "Tianlong people" triggered a frantic counterattack by the feudal reactionary forces.

The aristocratic bodyguards, the Miyagi guards, and even some aristocratic lords came down in person, brandishing their weapons like a tsunami, and their faces were fierce towards Steley.

And the inconspicuous bald head just moved slightly, and suddenly reflected a dazzling cold light in the sun.

He tossed and turned through the crowd like a phantom, and the flickering light of his sword cut a simple and deadly arc across those flesh and blood.

In just a few breaths, Mr.1's sturdy body, which was as strong as steel cast iron, overcame the crowd and stood firmly in front of his employer, Steley.

And the background sound accompanied by his gorgeous appearance is the wail of dozens of people in the agony before they died; Adding to this picture is the blood gushing out like a fountain.

The craze for fighting against the rebel Steley was suddenly poured with cold water, and the nobles who had just been clamoring immediately closed their mouths in horror, and the remaining palace guards also stood trembling and did not dare to step forward.

Mr.1 didn't look at the "weeds" that he had easily harvested, but said coldly to Steley:

"Let's go, fool."

Sterley didn't bother accusing the bald killer of being rude to him, and just scrambled behind Mr. 1.

Hiding behind Mr. 1's broad back, Steley's pale and bloodless expression finally eased slightly.

But when he thought about the "feat" he had just done, Sterley felt black in front of him, as if the sky had fallen.

"Don't be stunned!"

Mr.1's voice was as cold as ever: "Follow me." ”

The heart of Steley trembled slightly, and finally ignited a slight desire to survive: no matter what, survive first.

Mr. 1 strode with Steley out of the crumbling encirclement as if he had entered no man's land.

The palace guards, who had long been frightened by Mr.1's drastic methods, did not dare to stop the bald killer at all, and unconsciously made way for him.

All the way unimpeded.

Until a knight with a heavy sword blocked their way.

"Get out of the way."

Mr.1 slowly raised his right hand, and the forearm quickly transformed into a sturdy and sharp blade under the effect of his ability to quickly slash fruits.

He pointed at Galen, who was standing in front of him, with this flickering hand knife, and said in a cold and coercive tone:

"My ability is the nemesis of all swordsmen."

"If you stand in my way any more, you will die."

Galen didn't speak, just silently clenched the great sword in his hand.

The air was suddenly filled with murderous intent.

Steley, who was hiding behind Mr. 1, cringed and muttered:

"Don't do anything with him, that's a Celestial Dragon..."

Mr.1 ignored the frightened Steley at all, and just looked at the knight in front of him with more serious and cold eyes.

He knew in his heart that:

Not to mention that the identity of this Galen world nobleman has yet to be verified; Even if it's true, it's now a situation where you can only use a knife to speak, and you can't stop dying.

The two sides of the confrontation did not talk any more nonsense, but only tacitly ignited the invisible beacon smoke.

The first to strike was Galen, and the three-percent acceleration effect of "Fatal Strike" suddenly turned on.

Although Galen can't use the full version of the Six Style Shaver yet, he can also use the shaving technique to instantly explode with amazing speed.

The overflowing force of his legs smashed the solid floor tiles of the royal city, and as his body shuttled, there was a burst of air tearing, and the sword blade that broke through the air stirred up a gust of wind visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Mr.1 Furui Wubo's face finally changed slightly.

He quietly unleashed his ability to quickly slash the fruit, shaping the long blade of his right arm into a wider and thicker one, allowing it to withstand more powerful force.

Galen's greatsword was about to be slashed head, and the brilliant golden light wrapped around the blade was already reflected on Mr. 1's shiny bald head.

Mr.1, who was a master of the arts, was able to lightly raise the thick sword of his right arm and face the great sword that Galen slashed at head-on.

The sound of gold and iron resonated suddenly, and the waves of air exploded like a tide from the place where the impact collided.

Before the storm could blow on his face, Mr. 1's left hand, which had been secretly accumulating strength at the waist and abdomen, leaped up like a cheetah, and pointed a knife to pierce Galen's chest.

However, at the moment when the knife was stabbed, Mr.1's face couldn't help but change greatly:

His hand can't be transformed into a blade anymore.

It was supposed to be a sharp knife that stabbed the opponent's chest, but now it was just a flesh-and-blood hand knife.

Mr.1 obviously didn't know any advanced physical skills such as pointing guns, and hitting Galen's chest with his left hand, which could not be turned into a blade, could only make Galen's body tremble slightly, and his lethality was greatly reduced.

Mr.1, who has the ability to quickly slash fruits, can transform his whole body into a strong and sharp blade, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an N-sword swordsman.

However, at this critical moment of raiding the opponent's chest, Mr.1's proud ability suddenly disappeared:

The blade of his right hand remained the same, but Mr. 1 was unable to control the deformation of the blade that had been condensed, nor could he change more blades from his body.

Galen, however, seized the opportunity and made a move that Mr. 1 did not expect:

Galen took the initiative to remove the blade that confronted Mr. 1's right broadsword, allowing the broad broadsword to slash at his neck.

Galen completely ignored the blade that was pressing into his neck, and only swung his great sword again and slashed sideways, straight to Mr. 1's chest and abdomen.

The blades of the two slashed each other's bodies.

Mr.1, whose fruit ability was still in the silence effect, was unable to turn his body into a steel knife to block Galen's sword strike, and a wide wound was cut by Galen's greatsword under the blow.

Even though his cast iron muscles were wriggling and squeezing to shrink the bleeding opening, blood was pouring uncontrollably from the wound in his abdomen.

The intense pain made the bald tough guy frown tightly.

However, the pain is not the culprit that makes him mentally unstable, what really makes Mr. 1 feel creepy is:

His blade also sliced into Galen's neck at the same time, and even sank several centimeters deep into his flesh, but the other party still stood in front of him as if nothing happened.

Galen not only didn't have any hurt expression, but his expression was as relaxed as ever.

How is this possible?

Mr.1, who was in a state of turmoil, hurriedly covered his bleeding wound, drew his knife and took a few steps back to avoid Galen's attack range.

The 1.5 seconds of silence had passed, and the familiar fruit abilities had returned to Mr. 1, but they did nothing to soothe the solemn look on his face.

Galen's strength and abilities far exceeded those described in the Agency's intelligence, and were much stronger than he had deduced, which caught Mr. 1 off guard.

"Wounded by my sword, I can still move so quickly. worthy of the top killer of the Baroque workshop..."

Galen sighed heartily, but in his heart he had a clearer understanding of his current strength:

Having risen to the seventh level, he can be on a par with Mr. 1, a high-level killer in the Great Channel, with his basic physical functions alone, and in terms of ability, he can crush the opponent in all aspects.

Mr.1 didn't say a word, but just used his fruit ability with all his strength with a solemn expression.

Seeing the speed at which Galen had exploded before, Mr. 1 knew that he might not be able to escape from this tricky opponent, so he could only resolve to fight him to the death.

The ability to quickly slash the fruit was activated with all its might, and Mr.1's arms, elbows, shoulder blades, chest, and back all multiplied one after another cold blades at this moment.

These blades are intricately packed like armor to protect Mr.1's body, and at the same time, Mr.1's blades are sharp to kill his opponents.

After experiencing the eerie "silence" effect, Mr. 1 immediately came up with a solution:

Since the opponent's ability could not seal the blades that had already multiplied, he would put on a blade armor for himself in advance, so as not to face the opponent's blade with flesh and blood when he could fight.

"It's like a corpse..."

Looking at the countless blades proliferating from Mr. 1's body, Galen silently commented, "There are quite a lot of tricks. ”

And then...

"Demacia!"