"There is nothing stronger in this world than a bond built on blood and soul. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

- Archmagister, Morakot the Whisperer

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How did the Assassin dodge his final fatal punch?

The moment he turned around, Funeral Wind was still pondering the answer to this question. When he saw the scene where the dagger broke through the magic shield and shattered it like a lens, the word "death" came to the boxer's mind, making the answer to the question seem less important.

At that moment, he remembered many things: the difficult life of his childhood, the transcendent back of the man in white who saved him and his mother, his efforts to pursue and imitate this benefactor, until he later met Shikari, became friends who competed with each other and promoted each other, and then entered the magic school, met Shi Lijie and Fufeng, and the four of them spent a few years together in a peaceful and happy life.

In this day and age, most of the people who still abandon elemental magic and the advantages of the sword and stubbornly use their fists and feet as weapons have some kind of inexplicable obsession, and in the case of Funeral Wind, the name was changed by his benefactor without permission, in addition to the desire to become like the man who impressed him as a child, he also wanted to gain some kind of understanding through daily training.

It's something that can never be obtained with the convenience of magic and weapons.

The moment he turned around, a black shadow obscured his vision, and then bright red sprinkled all over the ground. In the face of death, Fu Feng was powerless to struggle and didn't want to struggle anymore, and the only regret was probably only his apology to Shi Lijie.

- Now that I think about it, that kind of wish is just a stupid luxury for me who is too mediocre in my qualifications, and after getting to know you, I don't care about that kind of thing, little black master...... Sorry, I'm ...... I still don't understand why you chose us mortals as your companions, but you, I'm sorry, you'd be sad if I died like that...... Not?

"Bang. ”

A dull sound brought the funeral wind that had fallen into the endless abyss back to reality, and the moment he opened his eyes in shock, the young assassin named Richie suddenly heard in his ears more surprised than himself, and his voice was even more envious and disgusting.

"Hey, who the hell are you sacred?"

Only then did Fu Feng realize that except for the dull pain that was already paralyzed in the broken arm, there was no new pain all over his body, that is, no new wounds appeared. "What happened to the blow just now?" Questions like this were quickly answered by the back of the person in front of him who should be very familiar, but who was inexplicably unfamiliar.

"Are you...... Pickup, huh?"

Words that don't need to be answered can't help but raise questions. I'm afraid that no one thought that at the last moment, the figure moved, and the person who used his body as a funeral wind to block the fatal blow was the one who was considered to be the most weak in the Dark Monarch team, and his role was only to "move the vault" of the big merchant pickup.

How did he do it? The funeral wind of Huishen was amazed, and even suspicious, because the merchant's figure was actually thinner than usual...... No, it's because he's become more "normal", and at the same time, his momentum and magic have become like two people.

"Don't give up hope so soon! Don't forget what your life means to her. Even if you can't find a way to live, you have to live for her! At least you shouldn't give up!"

From the sound of the voice, it is still a person, but the excitement and resoluteness that are rare on weekdays make the businessman seem to be more than ten years younger, and the "habit" of stumbling and stumbling the rest of the time is also gone at the moment.

did not directly answer the "stupid" question of the funeral wind, and after some "preaching", the pickup that could be said to be the same as the two of them before pulled out the sharp dagger that pierced the flesh and bone of the left arm without humming, and threw it into the ground with his hand until the end of the handle.

"Haha! It's funny! It's funny! What is it called? Makeover? Is it all disguise? What a bad taste, is it fun to pretend to be that kind of 'stammering fat pig', dude? Haha! It's not funny at all!!"

In the midst of the hearty laughter, the next second, a manic and piercing killing intent erupted from Richie's throat. With one step, the young man pulled out all the six daggers he was carrying on his back in the blink of an eye, and threw five of them as quickly as lightning.

"Your actions are just changing the order of death!

Holding the last dagger tightly in his hand, the one he had used the most comfortably, Richie let out a wild speech at the frowning pickup and rushed forward with strange steps.

The battle began in an instant, and the wounds on Rich's body were as if they were fake, and they didn't slow him down by half a minute.

"Hmph. ”

And in the face of the five daggers that flew at different points aimed at him, in the impression of the funeral wind, even the pickup that could not dodge the stones thrown by a child who had not exercised in his teens snorted indifferently, and rushed towards the life-forcing weapon, and the speed was no less than that of Richie, who rushed from the opposite direction.

"This ......"

The sudden development of the sudden turn made the funeral wind have no time to sigh, and the words of the pickup just now seemed to have an effect, and the boxer once again shook his spirits and prepared to help.

At this moment, he suddenly sensed a familiar "smell" in the air. In an instant, Fu Feng was stunned to understand the reason for the pickup's current mutated appearance and strength, and he couldn't help but fall down with a "pop" in his heart, and his heavy emotions made him unable to take half of the steps.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

In his ears, the almost continuous crispness meant that the five daggers that the Assassin had thrown earlier had been shot down by the pickup in a fraction of a second. On the other side, the arrogance of Richie, who was shocked by this scene, had just subsided, and the serious eyes that had never appeared before appeared in his eyes, and the weapon equivalent to life was horizontally in front of him, and the pressure made this talented young man smile and enjoy the sudden increase in his strength, and the forward posture exploded several times faster in an instant after the action of pressing down.

"Ding!"

After the sixth sound, the two figures rushing towards each other stopped at the same moment. In the bright red mist, the shocking scene was-