Roddy's square face was covered with sweat, and he didn't know if it was hot or something else: "You'll know if you try it later, don't say I'll hit you first, if you are a dignified eighth-level assassin and defeated by a magic apprentice, hehe, Clark..."

Clark's feminine face was expressionless, and his voice was the same as before: "I just wanted to try it." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The arc of electricity in the woods was completely attached to Chris's body, and immediately after, everyone could see the arcs of electricity drilling into Chris's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, with bursts of "bang" sounds.

Professor Kerry muttered to himself, "Is this just elemental resonance?"

Dean Bruce said, "When the elements resonate, some people's flesh will be tempered by the elements at the same time, what a lucky little guy." ”

Everyone stopped talking and watched carefully.

After a few more moments, the remaining arcs on Chris's body became less and less, and gradually, the surroundings returned to calm.

Chris opened his eyes, and everyone could see it, and at that moment, Chris eyes emitted an arc of silver light, which was terrifyingly bright, but soon, this situation disappeared.

Chris looked around.

Roddy and Kerry immediately rushed to Cris's side, and the impatient Roddy: "Boy, how are you now?"

Chrissy nodded to Dean Bruce and the others who slowly stepped forward before replying, "Seems good, didn't I meditate in the library?

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, Roddy interjected, "Come on, boy, this is Assassin Mentor Clark, he wants to see your martial arts." ”

Clark stepped forward: "I'm here to find you, if I really want what Roddy said, I should ask you for advice." ”

The Clark Mentor was polite and had a very low attitude, and Chris was very impressed, and saluted, "Thank you Mentor Clark for your attention, is it here?"

The place where they were standing was just spacious enough, Clark nodded, and the others stood away, leaving them with plenty of space.

Chris stood opposite Clark, and Instructor Clark stood calmly, his hands casually hanging at his side, with a shallow smile on his face, and his indifferent momentum was enough to make the female trainees' hearts ripple.

Chris knew that Clark would not strike first, so he brewed his emotions for a while, closed his eyes to calm himself down, this battle was won or lost anyway, it had nothing to do with honor or disgrace, it was just an ordinary hand, and when he opened his eyes again, he kicked his right foot on the ground and rushed towards Clark quickly.

There was a saying in his previous life: "The hand is two doors, all by kicking people", after Chris came to this continent, the most important thing was to remove the bones, that is, the training of the arms and fingers accounted for most of the energy, and did not put too much effort on the legs, but he felt that the martial artists on this continent had almost no training on the feet, and at most they paid attention to the stability of the lower plate, so now when he met the assassin who was said to be the best at hand-to-hand combat on this continent, he had the heart to learn it.

As Chris approached, Clark still didn't move, and when he came closer, Chris got his right foot a little and his body was in the air, and his left foot went to Clark's chest, and Clark took a step back, still didn't make a move.

Chriss didn't intend to hit the opponent with this kick, his left foot missed, and after his body landed, he pressed his hands on the ground, leaned back, and swept his right leg towards Clark's feet, not waiting for the hit, his palm was forced, his left heel was on Clark's calf, and his right heel hooked Clark's right foot, and then his body twisted.

It's not an unexpected accident, Clark's strength is obviously greater than that of Chris, this twist didn't twist his lower plate, but Clark has never seen such an attack, and he couldn't react for a while, straightened his calves, and tightened his lower plate. Who knew that it was in the arms of Chris, and with a force under his feet, his whole body suddenly flipped up, twisted and pressed behind Clark, his left hand reached out, pressed on his back shoulder, raised his right foot, and his knee was heavily pressed against his lower back.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the onlookers, including Dean Bruce, couldn't help but tighten their scalps. This Chris is too insignificant, and he is unceremonious in the face of his mentor.

Luo Di was already stunned, this kind of tarsal maggot-like, and it was difficult to get rid of the ground fighting style when it was entangled, which was really terrifying. Not to mention Clark at this time, even if anyone on this continent encounters it in vain, I'm afraid it will be the same as Clark, and he can only parry for a while.

Of course, it's quite refreshing. It's just that this Chris is too insignificant, and he is unceremonious when facing his mentor.

Chris underestimated Clark, or rather, underestimated the martial arts of this continent, and Clark, who was close to Chris closely, knew that it was not good, and did not dare to slack off, and immediately broke out without hesitation.

The golden and vindictive spirit is clear, and Clark is actually an eighth-level assassin.

Fighting spirit is the inevitable product of the warrior's tempering body, it can be said that with the possession of the fighting spirit, the warrior's defense has risen in a straight line, and Chris hit the opponent with this knee, but it is like hitting the iron plate, and his knee is painful.

It can be said that if it weren't for the previous refining of the body by the qi element, many of the actions that Chris couldn't do could be grasped by heart, and the quality of the body had also improved a lot, but when it came to the polishing of the body, who could compare to the warriors of the mainland. Although Clark is an assassin, his physical strength is obviously not something that Chris can shake now.

He took a breath, endured the pain, grabbed Clark's left elbow with his backhand, pushed it up hard, and his right hand was about to follow, but Clark reacted at this time, knowing that the chance of reflexively coming was very small, he twisted his body hard, his body rushed forward, rolled on the ground, and a black mist flashed on his body, and disappeared in place.

Stealth!

Chris did not pursue, nor was he stunned, he stood where he was, and closed his eyes.

Roddy breathed a sigh of relief at this point, the battle between Chris and Clark lasted for a short time, but he could also appreciate the danger. Professor Kerry's face was solemn, and he could imagine that if a magician was labeled by such an opponent, there would be no chance of fighting back. Dean Bruce nodded and smiled, it was hard to imagine what was going on in his heart.

But after Clark became invisible, Chris closed his eyes for something.

No one would have thought that Chris had given up fighting.

Is he looking for Clark?

Who can penetrate an assassin's invisibility?

Is it possible?

In the middle of the field, Chris still stood in place with his eyes closed, his body relaxed, his hands naturally hanging down at his sides, motionless, as if he was feeling the breath of the wind, more like a person about to fall into a deep sleep.

Clark still didn't show up.