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He is Richie, a young Assassin bred by the hunting group, gifted with speed and strength, a strong player in insight and tactics, and most importantly, a possession of what he has to do to be considered a "first-class killer" by someone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He likes to kill, to be precise, he likes the smell of blood, and he prefers the weak eyes of his "prey" and the desperation that manifests when he understands that he is about to die.

The smell of blood, screams, grief, and despair, these depressing negative words all represent the bait that Richie lives on, and he can't survive without it, and he can't hold back his desire to kill at any moment. This young man, whose mind has long been twisted, will use everything he has learned to pursue the pleasure of killing by any means necessary, and similarly, he is content with his own death.

Death, what a wonderful thing that is.

That's right, human beings who have been arranged at will since birth will only become equal in the face of "death", and at that moment, the people who are rolling in the tossing world will take off their masks and disguises and become their truest appearances.

"So, who will give me my 'truth'?"

He looked forward to it, looking forward to the day when he would be able to touch the most extreme "pleasure".

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――Very good.

Richie played with the spoils he had harvested from his last "hunting operation", staring with arrogance in his eyes at the funeral wind standing not far from him, admiring the look of surprise on his face when he heard his name, and reveling in it from the bottom of his heart.

"Today, you will all be ......"

The stage has been built, although this time he is just an inconspicuous "supporting role", but Richie, who has been robbed of his reason by the smell of blood, does not care about this at all, and the "supporting role" also has the power to dominate, and all he has to do is ......

The smile on the face of the man who had his arm cut off suddenly woke him up from the script he had planned, and the next second, the young man who took the pleasure of killing suddenly understood one thing: the two people in front of him may not be just "lambs" who simply play the role of slaughtered like the previous victims, the so-called "prey".

"Hey......"

Richie let out an ambiguous snort, and the smile that appeared on Funeral Wind's masculine face reminded the young assassin of Wesley. However, the meaning of these two smiles was completely different in Richie's eyes: the 'servant' felt the meaning of life by saving his master with his life and buying time for his master's escape, while the man in front of him was ......

-- The bluff joke seems to have come true, but am I the fool? I think that everything is already in my hands and I am careless? I am caught in that ...... The doorway of the fat merchant I despise the most?

At such times, Rich did not forget to carry out a "review" in his heart.

In short, the careless things are put aside, and the fact in front of me is that the assassin who stood still and did not "take advantage of the victory" did not perceive the approach of the "danger" under his feet, and was thus restrained by the earth elemental magic, and his feet seemed to be stuck in the mire, and he could not get out for a while.

There are two reasons why the astute young Assassin fails to notice that the "attack" has arrived, one is of course his own light enemy, and the other is that the "magic item" used by the pickup truck also has a "breath elimination" effect attached to it - although it does not completely eliminate the traces of the elemental operation as described, it is indeed very effective in reducing the possibility of others discovering that the magic is already working.

After Funeral Wind was attacked and lost an arm, Pickup's choice was to forbear, waiting for the best time to "fight back", and the other party just gave him a chance. Although his own magic power can only release some low-level spells, the three rings on Pika's hand are all magic items with considerable power, the magic shield that previously resisted the attack of the "Shield-Carrying Shadow Demon" is the effect of one of the rings, and now, it is the magic power of the other ring that temporarily seals Richie's actions by changing the terrain.

"Hah!"

Here, there is no need for the slightest reminder, the tacit understanding that has been formed in the cooperation over the years has made the funeral wind rush forward with a loud cry at the moment when the magic effect is formed, ignoring the pain of the broken arm, it is better to say that the pain has inspired the fighter The boxer has come to Richie in the blink of an eye, and the body enhancement magic has made his speed unpredictable to the naked eye.

Only then did the young assassin's snort just come out, but his movements were faster than his words. Realizing that the other party would definitely attack him immediately, Richie raised the sharp dagger in his hand seemingly unhurriedly, but it had already sealed all the directions that could be attacked by the only remaining arm of the Funeral Wind.

He knows the sharpness of the dagger, and the big deal is that the other hand of the other party will be scrapped in exchange for "hard resistance", and this deal is very worthwhile for Richie, who doesn't care about pain at all and is not afraid of death. After all, all the other party's efforts are on these two hands, which has been kept in mind in the "preparations" beforehand.

"Goo...... Ahh

However, the next second was a scream, and Richie's body was already bulging backwards, and he was hit hard in the lower abdomen.

- This ...... Am I stupid?

The severe pain was followed by a feeling of nausea churning in the viscera, followed by a sudden self-deprecation.

Funeral Wind is a boxer, a "martial artist" who is good at using his fists in hand-to-hand combat. There are very few people like him in this world, a good weapon is more advantageous than a fist, and the existence of magic makes the use of flesh as a means of attack a rather stupid and inefficient act.

This is the end of the irrelevant nonsense, and Richie understands that he will only end up in this miserable state because he has been "misled" by the identity of the opponent's boxer. What is the weapon of the boxer, of course, it is a fist, and the dagger that the assassin has just raised should have sealed the path of the opponent's fist, so it should be safe......

- But what a stupid idea!

"Ahem!"

His feet were still blocked by earth elemental magic, otherwise Richie, who should have flown out of his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and what appeared in his blurred vision was the opponent's legs that were harder than the iron pillars, yes, he was almost killed by the boxer's kick!