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Shi Lijie and Hikari were not far from the location where the pickup and funeral wind were "working", and the blood-red mist created by the "Dark Monarch" just now due to anger had already reached a place that they could not see. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Shi Lijie's worries have their own reasons, and if you want to understand what happened, you must go back in time.

In fact, the "change" happened only a moment earlier than on that side.

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"Oh, look, Uncle Pickup, finally, there's someone who wants to participate in the assessment!"

The funeral wind, who had been working for too long and was boredom, suddenly stopped his movements, and the joy on his face meant that he finally had something to do, although it was just to point out the precautions for the way, and it didn't even take three minutes.

"Well, I think it's because of the funeral wind, boxing, it's too scary to know, no one comes. ”

He stammered a joke with his companion, and even though the hot May had passed, Pickup still waved the fan in his hand to relieve himself of the inexplicable heat.

"Hah!"

The boxer's loud voice startled the pickup. The man, who always moves before he thinks, leaps forward briskly, stands still, and extends his right hand, which is full of friendliness but does frighten, towards the comer.

"Hello. ”

He said.

"Ah...... Hello to you. ”

In front of him was a young man with a somewhat immature face, and the fact that he had obtained D-class status at such a young age made Fu Feng, who was also a D-class, feel a little embarrassed, but he was quickly relieved because of his nerves.

"You're here to take part in the promotion assessment...... Isn't that great! I promise you'll make it!"

After shaking hands, the boxer let out a somewhat exaggerated exclamation when he turned his eyes, and what satisfied him was the boy's body, and the fully trained muscles did not at all look like what a person of this age could have. That's right, Funeral Wind can see what kind of strict training the owner of this body has undergone on weekdays, and he also likes this kind of "junior" who can be strict with himself.

“...... Thank you for your good words, I will work hard. ”

The young man looked a little frightened, and the always-energetic and overly frank personality of the funeral wind would indeed discourage many people, but even so, he still responded politely, and it was obvious that he was well educated.

"Haha, very good, very good! I like you, why don't you leave your name so that we can talk in the future?"

"This ...... Okay?"

The heroic laughter made the young man's face a little embarrassed, and he could only mumble casually, the identity of the "leader" of the funeral wind seemed to make this "child" whose real strength was probably no less than his overestimate the other party, and the resulting "gap" made him seem to not know what to do.

Because of this, the "original plan" has changed a little here.

"Uhhh

The cold and bright sword light brutally cut through all the beautiful ideas, and the silver sword light flashed along with the blood flowers. It was the blood of the funeral wind, and the boxer never thought that this seemingly immature, or even a slightly cowardly young man in front of him would suddenly launch an attack on him, let alone that the attack would come so quickly and so fiercely!

"Smack!"

The soaring blood arrow slammed into the ground, and at the same time it fell to the ground with one of the arms of the Funeral Wind, and the attack just now actually cut off the boxer's left arm at the shoulder, the sharpness of the weapon and the swiftness and power of the move were terrifying.

What made Fu Feng, who retreated sharply after being injured, feel even more terrifying was that the blow just now was not actually aimed at the arm, but because his instinct subconsciously drove his body to take action, so that the attack did not have the expected effect.

"Could it be that you wanted to split me in half vertically...... Just use a 'dagger' like that?"

The retreat stopped, and in an instant he ripped off the corner of his clothes and bandaged the bloody shoulder, and said in a cold tone. Compared to Ralph, who is also evaluated as bold and uninhibited, to put it bluntly, he is easy to act impulsively and does not go out of his mind, and the funeral style with a similar personality to him is actually not always like that, and some things will change his momentum by 180 degrees.

For example, in battle, or, for example, "in a battle where the enemy has taken the lead and puts yourself at a great disadvantage, and the enemy may be far superior to your own."

Fu Feng was not stupid, he instantly understood the fact that the other party was deliberately coming to target his "killer" rather than an ordinary student who wanted to participate in the assessment.

"Hah, that's good, that's good, you have such a good look, I like you, but I already know your name, the Dark Monarch's Funeral Style. ”

The immature and cautious tone disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the arrogant words with a strong air of madness that sounded in the arena came from the mouth of the young "assassin", who had just completed the "feat" of "cutting off his arm with a dagger to the shoulder".

However, such a thing was nothing to him in the first place, after all, he was the one who could penetrate a person's body with his bare hands without the help of weapons. Well, after taking away the current high-quality dagger from a certain "young master", it is not easy to do such a small thing.

Not being able to actually cut the other man in half made him feel a little disappointed, but the expression of disappointment would never appear on his face that was distorted in an instant.

"Would you like to hear my name? Unfortunately, I don't want to say, idiot? Why would an assassin tell someone his name? let alone someone who is about to die......?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the blood-red realm triggered by Grace Edward's anger cut off the boy's frantic words, interrupting Pika's impending attack, forcing all three of them to push themselves into the distance, lest they be caught up in this destructive force that discriminates between friend and foe.

"Whew...... It's really terrifying, your captain, the 'Forbidden Bloodline' is really powerful, if I really don't know how to take over the job of dealing with her, I'm afraid I'll be killed to scum in an instant, right?

When he landed, the young man who was a killer swept his crazy killing intent red gaze over the funeral wind in front of him who had already cut off an arm by his own sneak attack, and his combat effectiveness was bound to be greatly reduced, as well as the pickup that he didn't feel much magic on his body and was not a threat to himself at all, his face suddenly turned yellow and softened.

"Unfortunately, I'm the so-called idiot, then, as you wish, the name below is Richie, yes, the name of the person who is going to kill you. ”