The third floor is smaller than the other two floors, and apart from the staircase, the whole floor is divided into two large apartments, the first of which is the bedroom of the master of the town of Behm, the former Baron of Beru-Rip. And the room outside, which was used as a living room, had already been emptied of the clutter that had been placed everywhere, and Yang Long's last powerful enemy was waiting here.

Arret is a third-order high-ranking warrior, and as a taciturn follower of Fam-Rip, his presence in the Rip family's territory is very weak. But in fact, he is one of Fam Rip's most trusted followers.

Although he was only in his forties, Arret was tired of fighting, which is why he became Baron Beru-Rip's bodyguard at the request of Viscount Fam. On weekdays, he doesn't interfere in the affairs of any town, and even the security of the city lord's mansion is completely indifferent, and it has been more than a year since he came to Bem Town, and no one except Baron Beru knows his true identity.

It was also for this reason that the servants and guards below were killed, and no one wanted to come to him for help, except for someone who came up to report it at the beginning, and he would not choose to go down with those people to fight against the foreign enemy. He didn't care how many others died, he was only there to be the last safety shield for Beru.

The blade of the sword does not have eyes, and if he fights with those unruly guards, it will only cause him a drag, and the tragedy of accidentally injuring his own people in the melee abounds, so he has to stay here alone, even if he is alone, he is confident that he can defeat the enemy.

Click!

With the sound of footsteps, Yang Long walked up slowly, and at a glance saw Arret, who was holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, standing in the middle of the hall and waiting for a while. From this middle-aged man's body, Yang Long felt a pressure that was enough to make ordinary people frightened, and it was obvious that this was a third-order powerhouse.

"Do you know what you're doing?" asked Arrett sharply.

If Arrett was the only one here, then he wouldn't be. But Viscount Fam gave him the task of protecting Beru, for the sake of Baron Beru-Rip's safety, even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance, he had to try to persuade the enemy to abandon the assassination, and everything was for Beru's safety.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know who you serve, maybe you've heard some rumors of a feud between the brothers of Viscount Fam and Baron Beru, so it's an unwise move. Arret said slowly: "But I want to tell you that you are wrong! Viscount Famm cares very much about his brother, and if you insist on hurting Baron Beru, you will only be met with death."

What answered Arret was a long sword that slashed hard, Yang Long didn't have the time to listen to his nonsense, and for Yang Long, Arret's threat was very weak. Seeing that the middle-aged man seemed to be ready to keep talking, Yang Long took the lead in attacking.

A trace of anger flashed in Arret's eyes, who was interrupted from conversation, and he felt very unhappy to see Yang Long actually take the initiative to attack. As if he wanted to teach the boy who attacked him a lesson, his left hand, which was holding a square shield half a meter long and wide, suddenly half of his body was tightly covered, and the long sword that Yang Long attacked was effortlessly blocked.

"Huh?" Yang Long's face sank, the material of the round shield in the enemy's hand was very ordinary, and the surface of the shield cracked after resisting a sword. Just when he wanted to withdraw his long sword and continue to attack, he suddenly found that the middle-aged man's shield seemed to have become a magnet, firmly attaching his long sword to it.

"Hmph, is this your strength, it's so weak!" Arrett didn't move at all, and pushed the shield in his left hand, and a huge force was transmitted along the shield to the long sword, and Yang Long, who was holding the hilt of the sword, suffered this blow, and his body immediately lost its balance and flew backwards.

Boom!

Trying his best to stabilize his body, he finally slammed into the wall, and the huge force knocked the thick plank wall into a slight dent. With Yang Long's current physical fitness, he felt that his chest was tight, and it was obvious that his internal organs had been injured during the impact.

After fighting hard, Yang Long immediately came to the judgment that the middle-aged man in front of him had a very strong physical fitness, at least twice as powerful as the old John in the small village. However, the pressure felt from the aura of this enemy was not much different from that emanating from Old John, which meant that this guy still did not go beyond the scope of a third-order warrior.

"The same third-order warrior, how can there be such a big difference?" Yang Long felt very surprised, although he had never seen it and didn't know how powerful the fourth-order warrior was, but Yang Long was different from the people of this world, he could detect the aura of powerhouses at different stages through his own perception of qi.

After being in this world for two years and having that sense of aura, Yang Long had the ability to distinguish the aura of professionals of different levels. Ordinary people don't have any aura at all, the aura of a first-order powerhouse is like a floating morning mist, the aura of a second-order powerhouse is like a dense smoke of fire, and the aura of a third-order powerhouse is like a diverted stream of water.

The aura emitted by Arret was the strongest among the powerhouses Yang Long had ever seen, and compared to Old John's aura, it was inferior to Xunduo. From the feeling of aura, Yang Long can clearly find the difference between the two, if Old John's aura is a meandering stream, then Arret's aura is like a rushing river.

However, despite the big differences, the essence of rivers and streams is made up of water droplets, but the amount of water varies. It was also a third-order powerhouse, and such a terrifying difference made Yang Long feel very puzzled. Judging from the strength shown by Arret, his physical fitness is almost about to catch up with the level of the Kirin in his previous life.

Pushed away by the shield and slammed against the wall, Yang Long was stunned and hit like this, Yang Long adjusted for a few seconds before recovering. From where Arrett was standing to where Yang Long fell, the distance was only twenty or thirty meters. With such a short distance, as long as this middle-aged man seized the opportunity to rush up and attack, Yang Long would immediately be in an extremely dangerous situation.

This is also what makes Yang Long feel a little weird, the enemy ignored such a good opportunity to attack, and after pushing himself, he returned to the state of holding the shield on alert, without the slightest idea of wanting to take the initiative to attack.

"Could it be" After a few moments of rapid turning, Yang Long faintly felt that his understanding of this world was wrong, although he had a certain guess, but Yang Long still needed to confirm from the man in front of him, since this man was so talkative, then maybe he could let his inner doubts be answered.

"Hehe, you are indeed not ordinary!" His face was no longer cold and expressionless, with a very natural haughty and proud smile, Yang Long said boastfully: "I have killed a lot of third-order powerhouses, but it is really the first time I have encountered such a powerful person as you, I hope you can hold on for a while and don't let me end the battle too quickly, it will be too boring!"