Creek left alone in the darkness, walking in the quiet of the night.

For an instructor, the sense of touch is always very keen, which leads to the fact that he actually found two sneaky figures in the dark night.

Confused, Crick hurried towards the sneaky two people over there.

Far away, he saw the box that the two were carrying, which was a multi-functional short-range weapon box for soldiers in the German army, a very practical set of field toolboxes.

"Soldier!" Creek yelled at the two cat-hedged soldiers from a long distance.

The Germans were disciplined, and if they knew the identity of Crick's army, it would be necessary for them to obey orders and be honest about what they were doing.

The two soldiers didn't notice Creek at all, and when the voice came out, the two men almost peed their pants in fright on the spot, and fled into the woods.

In the face of superior soldiers, the performance of these two is too unusual, and such a performance is completely a violation of military life! The following are committed! shall be dealt with by military law.

Crick was stunned for a moment, then realized that something was not going well, and took two long legs and chased after the two.

Although Crick's speed is very fast, due to the rugged terrain, the two deserters also deliberately do not run in a straight line around the bend, Crick can not give full play to the advantage of speed, and between the woodlands, he can only borrow agility.

Fortunately, Crick's physical strength and experience were too strong, and it didn't take him long to grab the two soft deserters by the back collar one by one.

But at this moment, like a ghostly quiet woodland, a man with a white-clothed broadsword slowly walked out, he clinged to his hands, and approached Ling Ran step by step, and at the same time, the powerful oppressive momentum on his body was like a violent wind towards the Creek instructor.

Crick's focus condensed, his expression solemn, and he consciously let go of the two strangely behaving deserters in his hands.

"Hehe, it's a master of Debang again, can you learn from it?"

"Who are you?" Crick looked around, suspecting that he had been planted in an ambush, but everything was going on around him, and with a little judgment, he could be sure that there was only one person on the other side.

"The Enemy of Debang ......"

Creekmore clenched his fists, "Being able to cultivate agility and strength to this level at the same time, your combat power is indeed somewhat strong." ”

"I have a good vision, but I'm a talented person who is good at breathing......"

"Won't you draw your sword?"

"I didn't mean to kill you......"

"It's a bit arrogant, but I appreciate you."

The man in white smiled, and Crick couldn't see him clearly in the night, but that didn't stop him from stepping forward like a hill.

The two fought only by virtue of their hands and feet.

This kind of free fighting is the favorite of ordinary soldiers, just like a swordsman competing with a sword.

For the physique of the soldiers, their whole body is strong, and any position can be used as their own weapons, fists, elbows, wrists, knees, legs, feet...... Eat any of their blows, and it will be fatal.

And some people, not only have a variety of attack moves, but also a lot of special melee skills, or - martial arts......

Crick, is a real martial artist, he is proficient in all fighting moves, and is good at all military fighting techniques, if it is pure fighting, then he knows everything and is as invincible as Bill's perversion in a certain direction.

And the only thing that can compete with this instructor is the magical power of the gifted.

Around the man in white, there is always a layer of white air flow that is not clear to see, every time Crick attacks, he can almost be defended by the man in white with a slight change in airflow, even if Crick's attack is completely hit, the strength will be unloaded by most of the white airflow, and the original huge force pours on him, which can only make his body shake, and he can't hurt him at all.

If there is a natural thing to sum up this man's fighting style, it is - clouds, white clouds floating in the sky.

Dressed in white, ethereal and indifferent, his figure is like fog, unpredictable.

Imagine, how can Creek win a fight with a white cloud?

However, Crick's confident appearance, I'm afraid he really has other means, and he is not worried about such a talent.

"You're more resistant than that kid......" Crick suddenly whispered to the man in white who didn't fight back, and pulled out of the fight.

"False praise—" The man in white smiled faintly, looking calm.

"I can see it! If you don't make a move, there won't be a flaw......"

"That's right......"

"Then why don't you give it a try? Don't say you don't dare. Crick crossed his arms.

"If I make a move, you won't have a chance......" The man in white said a sentence, but this sentence was absolutely arrogant.

But it's not necessarily arrogance, maybe it's a big truth?

"That's right, no matter how strong the skills are, they can't compare to the simplest magical energy, talents, and soldiers on this continent, and they are not at the same level of combat power at all, and our superficial killing skills are only suitable for some low-level soldiers."

"It seems that you are a respectable mentor, are you interested in joining us......"

"What? What organization are you? Crick asked with interest with a half-raised eyebrow.

"Fate...... Number...... Contract...... Printing ......"

"Oh! Sounds good. Crick pondered for a moment, and took the name to heart, "Tell me, aren't you worried?" ”

"It's okay, there's nothing to hide."

"Do you have a code name?"

"No!? I'm the only one in the organization who doesn't have a code name. ”

"Your status is very high."

"I have no status, but I can control anyone's life and death."

Crick nodded understandingly, "It's not unusual to have this ability, or a special status. ”

"Huh."

"You tell me everything, aren't you afraid of revealing any secrets?"

"I'm just a handyman, and it's none of my business if I leak it." The man in white said indifferently.

Crick was dumbfounded, his face was a little stiff, and his voice was playful: "Although I am a soldier, in such an environment, I don't think I can go down seriously......"

"I'm a simple and casual person, doing what I want, although occasionally I show murderous intent......"

"To put it simply, you're here to talk nonsense to me, and...... You have nothing to do with those two escaped soldiers? ”

"Well, that's ......."

……………………

Bill didn't sleep much when he felt someone approaching.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure as blue as frost in the jungle approaching, holding a strange blade in his hand, and the blade was still dripping with the blood of a centipede, and with every step she took, the grass and trees around her body were covered with a layer of frost because of the cold, and the ice was biting.

"Hi hi - beauty, this ...... in the dead of night"

Bang –

Bill was only halfway through his words, and the ice blue woman rolled her eyes and fell to the ground tiredly, Bill's eyes were glazed and a little speechless.

"You deserve to be reckless—"