The streets of the night are getting quieter and quieter.

When a dark cloud obscures the last bit of moonlight—

Sou!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded from behind Qin Ran's head.

Qin Ran tilted his head, and an arrow grazed the ends of his hair.

At the same time, in the shadow to his left, in a tumbling fog like a mist, the huge serpentine phantom swooped out.

It's like a venomous snake that actually hides in the bushes and preys on its prey.

Not only is it extremely fast, but it also has a bloody mouth.

The viscous saliva fluttered between the upper and lower fangs, and the scarlet and purple core seemed to be a long whip sweeping towards Qin Ran, and in the cold eyes, only ruthlessness towards the prey remained.

Qin Ran looked at the phantom of this giant snake.

The gaze was as cold as it was.

And in the expression, there is also an indifference that it does not have.

Such a means of attack.

It's not the first time he's met.

In the body of the 'King of the Prairie', he was taught more than once.

And every time it's just that messy.

It can even be said that it is a life of nine deaths.

But......

That was before.

Right now?

Maybe for the people in the dungeon world in front of him, it was just a few days' work, but for Qin Ran, there was a difference of 8 dungeon worlds in the middle.

In these 8 dungeon worlds, there are normal dungeons, special dungeons, as well as self-breakthrough limits, and there is a snatch of the only title.

Each time, he did his best to dig up copies.

Each time, he faces unknown dangers.

Why did he do it?

In addition to the considerable gains, isn't it just for the moment?

He didn't want known dangers to haunt him anymore.

He didn't want to need luck in the face of known dangers.

He wants to take it in stride.

He wants to be at ease.

And he?

Did it.

And also done quite well.

Call!

The night breeze rises.

Scorching air currents rolled through the streets.

The pungent smell of sulfur filled the surroundings.

The demons of the phantoms roared.

Unruly gaze, contempt emerged.

A chaotic and brutal aura that sweeps through opponents.

When the magma arm was raised, the serpent's phantom was on the verge of collapse, and even though the coldness in its eyes had not changed, it did not bring it the slightest bit of power, but made it look dull and helpless.

When the two magma palms pinched the upper and lower jaws of the serpent's phantom, the serpent's phantom began to crumble.

However, for the demons, such a speed is too slow.

It was too slow for him to stand it.

So, he 'helped' it.

Laugh at!

The magma used both hands up and down, and in a burst of sound of the cloth being torn, the phantom of the giant snake immediately split in two, completely turning into specks of light and disappearing into the air.

But in the phantom of the giant serpent, there is no man tattooed with eight snakes.

At the moment when the crossbow arrow was dodged by Qin Ran and the phantom of the giant snake swooped out, the man tattooed with eight snakes quietly approached Qin Ran from the right.

The dagger, which was quenched with poison, did not bring the sound of air at all when it was stabbed.

Moreover, the dark environment gives this dagger a more powerful attack.

Don't say it's flesh and blood.

Even steel can pierce.

If you can stab it.

Qin Ran's body didn't move, but his right leg was thrown out like a steel whip, and the moment he was thrown out, it turned from one to ten, bringing up bursts of sharp airflow.

These currents resemble tiny snakes that hiss as soon as they appear, and then, like wolves, drown their opponents.

[Hundred Spirits]!

[Thousand Snake Legs]!

For [Bailie's Feet], the man with the tattoo of eight snakes may not be familiar, but for [Thousand Snake Legs], the other party is too familiar.

Familiar to the point of almost instinct.

Therefore, the other party did not retreat.

The other party knew very well that the air flow brought by the [Thousand Snake Legs] was enough to cut the skin, but it was only skin and a little flesh, and it would not be fatal.

As for the spiritual effects?

You may not be completely immune.

But wasn't the hellish training he went through every day just to be able to resist it?

What's more, the Snake Sect has its own secret technique for spiritual influence!

Minor injuries in exchange for death.

What could be more appropriate?

Forcibly enduring the stinging sensation in his head, the dagger in the other party's hand became even worse.

And then......

The other party was kicked by Qin Ran.

When he was kicked by Qin Ran, the other party's face changed greatly.

The power contained in this foot made the man with the tattoo of eight snakes feel as if he had been hit by a rampaging ancient beast.

Don't say it's a death for a wound.

When he was kicked like this, the dagger in his hand couldn't even stab.

It's a trap!

It's a deliberate use of the secret technique that I am familiar with, and I have a trap that I despise!

The man with the eight snakes tattooed looked at Qin Ran's expression that had not changed from beginning to end, and suddenly a burst of realization rose from the bottom of his heart.

But, it's too late.

Bang!

Rumble!

In the dull sound, the man with eight snakes tattooed after being kicked by Qin Ran flew out like a cannonball, and after crashing through more than ten houses in a row, he was buried in a puddle of ruins, and there was no sound again.

Assassins don't fight like warriors.

Because, the shadow gives them the best shelter.

They are dancers on the tip of a knife.

They are the dance partners of the Grim Reaper.

Life and death are in an instant.

This is true for opponents and for themselves.

At the moment when the other party is despised, the ending is already doomed.

And Qin Ran will never despise anyone, especially in battle, and he will not relax his vigilance at all, even if he defeats his opponent, he will still maintain due vigilance, even if it is in the safe environment he confirms, he will do so.

Such a habit can be tiring, but such a habit is not a bad habit.

Especially when it comes to raids!

Like, at this moment!

When the man tattooed with eight snakes was submerged in the ruins of the collapsed house, another dagger stabbed Qin and backstabbed him from the shadows.

One is similar to the previous man's outfit, also revealing the tattoo on his right arm.

The difference is that the tattoo on the man's right arm is eight twin-tailed snakes.

Looking at Qin Ran, who was standing there motionless, as if he hadn't reacted at all, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the other party's face.

"Perfect timing!"

"That's how an assassin should fight!"

The other party's eyes were full of pride.

As for the death of his companions?

The other party didn't care.

A dead companion is not worth wasting affection on the other party.

Or, to be more precise, the other person has no feelings at all.

All that is there is is the thrill of assassinating the target.

It's close!

It's closer!

Facing the target that was close at hand, the other party's face was abnormally flushed, and his body trembled slightly.

Then......

The other party's neck was bitten off by the white giant wolf who had been waiting for a long time.