At this time, the two were about ten parts apart, Robert took a deep breath, the lazy look on his face disappeared in an instant, stared at the old cat, his eyes showed a solemn expression, and shouted: "Be careful!" Before the words fell, he had already made a rampage, and pounced on the old cat like lightning, and the wooden dagger stabbed straight into his chest, which was the snake strike.

After buying the snake strike technique at the Liberty Market that day, Robert had already learned it and had always wanted to try the power of this move, so he used the snake strike as soon as he came up.

The old cat was about to reply, suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and the figure was already in front of him in the blink of an eye, and he was suddenly taken aback, and hurriedly dodged sideways, and the dagger grazed his clothes, less than an inch from his chest, he couldn't help but gasp, and no longer dared to despise his opponent in the slightest.

It turned out that the old cat saw that the two were more than ten apart, with his many years of experience, this distance, for the third-level thieves, no matter what, could not rush to the ground, who knew that Robert's talent was off the charts, and he couldn't measure it with common sense, this time it was unexpected, and he was caught off guard for a while, and he dodged again and again, and he couldn't fight back.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, Robert's moves changed, and he used tiger strikes, dragon claws, and phoenix soars one after another...... , These moves are all extraordinary, although they are low-level martial arts, but the power is compared with the intermediate martial arts, and it is not too much, but it is obviously a must-hit move, but it was cleverly avoided by the old cat, and I couldn't help but be shocked, knowing that I met the strongest opponent in my life, as long as I gave him a little chance to fight back, I would probably lose.

After the old cat dodged the first few moves, he gradually eased up, and between retreating and advancing, he had spare strength, as if he wanted to see Robert's talent, but he kept dodging and did not fight back.

After a while, the old cat was gradually forced into a corner, and seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he suddenly raised the wooden dagger to block his chest.

Only a snap was heard, and two wooden daggers collided together. The old cat took advantage of the situation and rolled forward, escaping the corner and getting behind Robert.

The old cat no longer dodged, turned around, and with an ordinary stab, poof, hit Robert's right arm.

You must know that ordinary skills, such as flat stabs, oblique stabs, side kicks, etc., although they are not very powerful, have the advantage of fast moves, but firstly, they cannot cause much damage to the enemy;

Robert Wan didn't expect that such a great master as him would use such a valuable ordinary skill, and he couldn't dodge, and his right arm was already stabbed by a wooden dagger.

Robert only felt a tingling sensation in his right arm, and he couldn't exert half of his strength, and the wooden dagger wanted to get rid of it, and said in his heart: "How can an ordinary flat thorn have such power, it seems that his strength has reached at least level four." Frightened, he wanted to jump backwards. ”。

Before Robert could lift his feet off the ground, the old cat swung his wooden dagger again, and with a snake strike, poof, stabbed him in the lower abdomen.

Robert only felt like he had been bitten by a poisonous snake in his lower abdomen, and he bent over in pain.

The old cat seemed to have expected it, and it was another knee move, right in Robert's face.

Robert only felt as if a war hammer had hit his face hard, his head "buzz~~", he was unsteady on his feet, and he retreated sharply, followed by a "bang~~" sound, and his back hit the wall hard, although the wall was covered with cork, he still felt good and not painful. Robert only felt that his whole body was sore, and he could not exert half of his strength, like mud, and slid down the wall to the ground, moaning and unable to get up again.

The old cat walked over slowly, sat down beside him, looked at him with a smile, and said, "How is it? ”

Robert "hum~~" twice, and said angrily: "You lie down, let me kick twice, I'm also very happy." ”

The old cat took out the wine bottle from the storage bag, took a sip, and said, "Boy, don't think that if you are talented, you will be invincible in the world. The true essence of a thief's skill is the use of moves, not the pursuit of power. ”

Robert gave him a blank look and said, "Your strength is at least above level four, how can I be your opponent?"

The old cat smiled and said, "Although my level is higher than yours, my agility talent is far inferior to yours, do you know how much agility my agility is?"

Robert was curious and asked, "How much?"

The old cat leaned his back against the wall, looked at the ceiling, sighed, his voice was full of sadness and frustration, and said, "Only four stars!"

As if hearing the Arabian Nights, Robert opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

The old cat took another sip of wine, calmed down a bit, seemed to fall into a memory, and after a while, continued: "Although there are only four stars, my understanding of thieves is rare in the world, and the teacher took a fancy to this point of mine, and accepted me as a disciple! After countless battles, I broke through at the age of twenty-five and became a high-level thief, and at the age of forty I reached the peak of the sixth level, only one step away from the Holy Domain. But my strength at that time was to fight against an ordinary seventh-level holy domain, and I also had a three-point chance of winning!"

(Note: On the Illusory Demon Continent, breaking through the third level is usually called breaking through the first sleep.) ）

Hearing his past, Robert was shocked again, he didn't expect that the sloppy and obscene old man in front of him was close to the Holy Domain, which could be called terrifying, and after a while, he came back to his senses and asked, "Then how many fights have you fought?"

The old cat smiled, shook his head, and said: "I can't remember exactly, but in order to break through the sleep, I stayed on the periphery of the Warcraft Mountain Range for two years, and went to the Northeast Garrison as a soldier for two years, and also went to the gladiatorial arena to be a slave fighter, not to mention a thousand!"

(Note: On the Phantom Continent, the improvement of the professional level mainly depends on the accumulation of combat experience and training in peacetime, and it may be inexplicably broken through in a battle, but the higher the talent, the faster the level will increase.) ）

Robert swallowed and asked, "From level four to level six, how many fights did you have?"

The old cat sighed, shook his head, and said, "I don't remember exactly, but there are a thousand of them!"

Robert rested for a while, felt that there was no big deal, struggled to sit up, leaned his back against the wall, picked up the wine gourd at his waist, took a big sip, and asked, "Who is Miles?"

The old cat also leaned against the wall, sat side by side with him, looked at the ceiling, showed a complicated expression in his eyes, and said: "He is my senior brother, my best friend, and my lifelong enemy!"

Hearing his contradictory words, Robert was slightly stunned and looked at him, his eyes full of confusion.