The figure was silent, without a word, like a ghost suddenly appearing in the woods, silent with a cold and dark aura. As he walked, he bit his left thumb and wiped the blood from his finger on his forehead.

A strange scene happened, like bubbles in a boiling soup, and his face suddenly rose and fell, and then the bubbles burst one after another, and green smoke drifted away from his face with a hissing sound. What's even more incredible is that his figure is also slowly changing, as if with every step, he will grow a little taller, until a completely different thin and tall figure appears there to complete this terrifying scene.

Sovereign stared at the other with a serious expression, and he smelled danger. Suddenly, the figure moved, like a streamer with a black trail, and instantly crossed the long distance, swinging its long sword and slashing down at the two people under the tree.

"Be careful!" Sovereign roared, shoving Dennis aside as the sword fell, the snow-white light of the sword slicing across his cuffs.

Sovereign quickly dodged sideways, drawing his sword and slashing at the figure. "Hmph!" the other man spat out a thick nasal voice, and before the sword in his hand was exhausted, he swung it at Soveland's attack.

The sound of steel staggered exploded in the forest clearing, and the huge force of the opponent even flicked the sword body that Soveran had chopped off, and in an instant, the attack and defense were reversed. Throat, chest, lower abdomen, knees, the long sword wielded in the hand of the black figure was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, swallowing the letter of the silver arc of light, and launched a series of continuous attacks ruthlessly and ruthlessly.

Brilliant sparks bloomed between the sharp blades, and Sovereign finally found an opportunity, with the strength of the opponent to retreat a few steps back sharply, he needed to adjust himself, if he followed the rhythm of the other party, he must be the one who lost in the end.

Holding the hilt of his sword in both hands, he stood in front of him with his long sword, and Sovereign stared at the other man steadily, his rapid breathing slowly calming down. In his years of practice, he had never seen such a sword - precise, ruthless, crazy, efficient, a mixture of temperaments, and finally revealed a disregard for life.

The same is true of the owner of this sword, with long yellow hair sticking to his scalp, and a pair of chilling eyes on his lean face, one of which is dark black as if there is no place for the white of the eye, and the other is white throughout, and the most bizarre thing is that there is only a red dot on the white eyeball.

Swearing in the name of the Lord God, Essoran had never felt so much disgust and a sense of crisis for a person. He was fully convinced that if he was not careful, the other party would kill him mercilessly.

Dennis was half-lying on the ground not far away, pursing his lips and staring at the two people on the field of life and death, his expression was unusually solemn, as if he was thinking about something.

The tall, lanky figure looked at Sovereign with some amusement, and the kingdom's standard two-handed sword was carried by him in one hand, and the tip of the sword was nonchalantly stopped on the ground. Lazy and confident, it seems that this contest is nothing more than a child's farce, not worth mentioning. "Are you still coming, hurry, or will you rest a little longer?" was the first thing he said, his thin voice full of contempt.

Sovereign frowned slightly, but he didn't move, he knew that what was needed at this moment was calm, not reckless.

"Okay, then I'll do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the black figure rushed up again, still a fast sword, still a deadly sword. Sovereign retreated little by little, strictly speaking, such a difference in strength could only allow him to defend passively, and the power that the other party came from the sword seemed to be endless.

"If you go on like this, you're going to lose, little one!" the other man's mellow laughter came from the sword light.

Beads of sweat appeared on Soveland's forehead. "You must find an opportunity to attack, you must ......" he thought to himself, the long sword in his hand suddenly slowed down, and the opponent's attack really came as scheduled, and the white arc of light smeared towards his neck.

"Fooled!" Soveland's eyes lit up, he was familiar with the academy's two-handed swords. Just as the tip of the opponent's sword was about to cut his throat, he didn't move under his feet, and his upper body moved back slightly.

"Huh?!" the tall and thin man wondered, as if the expected scene of blood splattering did not happen as expected. By the time he came to his senses, Soveran had taken a step and slammed his shoulder into his chest.

Weight is obviously not his strong point, not to mention that the collision of Sovereign was completely sudden, and it is impossible to predict it.

The black figure staggered back two steps and immediately slammed the hilt of his sword into his chest, but instead of continuing to attack, Sovereign held the sword horizontally with both hands, the tip of which slashed into a semicircle on the ground beside him. Then, with all his might, he slashed at the top of the opponent's head.

"Fool!" the tall, thin man laughed, unscrupulous.

As if the scene that had just happened was repeating itself again, the long sword in the black shadow's hand swung at Sovereign's attack again.

"When ......"

In the flash of light, the two figures separated. Sovereign's arms pressed straight against the hilt of his sword, and the long sword tore through the fallen leaves on the ground, and the blade even slashed into the dirt, and next to him, a broken blade was inserted.

On the other side, the leather armor on the left shoulder of the tall and thin man cut a hole, and red blood glistened in the moonlight, and a jet-black luster flowed from there. But his expression didn't seem to care, he looked at the sword that had been broken in his hand, and threw it aside. Then he wiped a handful on the wound and put the blood-stained palm under his nose and sniffed it.

"Ah...... The smell of blood, well, is still my own. His expression was intoxicated, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement again.

Sovereign stood up and pointed the tip of his sword at the other. "Who are you?Who sent you?Did Eric be killed by you?!" his voice grew colder, mixed with irrepressible anger, not because the other party wanted to kill him, but because of his classmates, Eric may have befallen an accident.

The Assassin was stunned when he heard Solveland's question, and then laughed maniacally, as if he had heard something very funny. "Hahaha...... Little one, is it ...... Do you think you've won? Do I need to raise my hands in surrender?haha!" he exaggeratedly raised his hands, and moved his feet around the center of Sovereign to the bottom of the tree, "well, I have to admit that for your age, you are indeed very strong, and it is not in vain that I have been looking for you in this damn forest for so long. ”

"Are you here to kill me?" asked Sovereign in surprise, as if he had not made a grudge against anyone in his eighteen years that would have killed him.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Soveland! Kill him!" Dennis yelled, "this guy is definitely not easy!"

The Assassin laughed, but did not answer Soveran's question. "Little one, do you know the biggest difference between you and me as a martial artist, or rather, what is the only thing you lack?"

"What?" asked Sovereign in a low voice

The other's raised arm suddenly fell, and two Ktar serpentine swords stabbed out of his bandaged arm. "I'm here to teach you one last lesson!

Sovereign was startled and immediately swung his sword and slashed down, but the assassin had already rushed forward with a ghostly figure. One punch was faster than another, and the snake-shaped fist sword seemed to form a curtain of light in front of Sovilan, omnipresent, omnipresent, and the long sword in his hand could no longer keep up with the speed of the other party, and slender wounds appeared on the young prince's body.

Soveran's eyes were red. "Drink!" he roared, giving up his defenses altogether, slashing his sword into the Assassin's neck with the expectation of dooming him to the death.

Time seemed to slow down, and Sovereign saw the other party's slightly grinning lips, releasing a cold sneer, as if there was a dark trap waiting for him, and he was defenseless to get into it.

The blades and fists collided and rubbed against the assassin's face, a cacophony of billowing fireworks. The sword shifted in the direction it was supposed to go, and a chill provoked it, blood drifting across Soveland's right arm, and the sharp pain made him tense and the sword flew away.

The opponent's offensive did not stop, and Sovereign only felt that something was hooked on the back of his head, and his entire upper body was pressed down by a strong force. The figures of the two sides were staggered, and three times in a row, the assassin pressed his knee against Soveran's lower abdomen continuously, and the instantaneous feeling of suffocation mixed with severe pain made Sovelan's eyes darken.

Then, an even more intense tearing pain struck from the back of his head, and the Assassin grabbed Soveran by the hair and pulled it back, and the two figures separated, and a dark shadow whipped at Soveran's chest like a steel whip with the sound of the wind.

"No ......" In Dennis's roar, the Assassin reflexively kicked and Essaoviran flew upside down.

Falling to the ground, tumbling, rolling up a leaf and a broken grass, when Essaoweran stopped his form, he was unable to move anymore, as if his bones had been broken inch by inch, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then he coughed and looked at the canopy above his head.

"Don't worry! you're next......" the Assassin said, glancing back at Dennis, before taking a leisurely step in the direction of Solveland.

"I thought I could play a little more, tsk......" he sighed a little helplessly, "I rarely get such an exciting task! Hey, don't get me wrong, there aren't many tasks that can make me feel excited!" The serpentine sword swung gracefully beside him, drawing two clear arcs of light.

Sovereign struggled to sit up, but was grabbed by the hair by the Assassin. Looking at the black figure in front of him in the backlight, as well as the demonic fist sword that had been raised, he heard a voice coming from above his head.

"Take another look at this beautiful world, one last look ......"