"Did you kill fifty-eight and seventy-four?"

These two masked men burst into the room at the last minute.

All of them were tall, wearing the same black suits and the same grimace masks, the only difference being that one was carrying a silver box in his hand and the other was empty.

After seeing the two companions on the ground, who happened to lose their breath.

The masked man with his empty hands was silent for a moment, then looked up at Wang Yan.

There didn't seem to be much anger in the eyes under the mask.

Instead...... Calm?

"Fifty-eight? Seventy-four?"

Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly: "This is the code name within your organization? Divided by strength, or by other order?"

The masked man with empty hands didn't speak, just raised his palms unhurriedly.

It was only at this time that Wang Yan saw that the masked man was still wearing a pair of black gloves on his hands.

I don't know what material the glove is made of, but the light in the room shines on the masked man's glove, and it reflects a slightly dazzling black glow, which is very strange.

"My code name is ...... Thirty ......"

The masked man raised his hand slightly, slowly took off the black gloves on his hand, and threw them to Sixty-One behind him.

Sixty-one was silent, as if he had long been accustomed to it, and caught the gloves that Thirty threw over, and stepped aside, pulling away.

And at the moment when he took off his gloves, Wang Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

Thirty hands, at first glance, do not seem to be any different from normal people.

However, if you look closely, you can see it.

Thirty's hands were covered with a layer of almost translucent green scales, like some kind of lizard, reflecting the cold color under the light.

"The life or death of fifty-eight and seventy-four has nothing to do with me......

Thirty's voice was calm, and there was even a deep indifference in it, and he spoke unhurriedly.

"But...... You struck them to death in front of me...... After all, it's a bit too much, and if I don't express it, it will seem like we're too embarrassed......

He looked up slowly, and a pair of eyes under the mask shone coldly under the light.

"So ......"

He slowly bowed.

"You...... Let's go and bury them with them."

A calm voice, without a hint of murderous intent.

It's like a food connoisseur objectively evaluating the food in front of you.

However, at the moment when his voice fell.

Rumble!

There was a bang in the air.

The thirty whole people rushed out almost as fast as lightning, so fast that it was astonishingly fast, pulling out a strong qi explosion in the air, and almost instantly appeared in front of Wang Yan.

Raise your hand!

One punch!

Boom!

Wang Yan crossed his arms, parryed in front of his chest, and blocked the punch of thirty.

He wiped the ground with both feet, and was pushed out by the powerful force carried by this punch, and hit the windowsill with a "pop", and the glass behind him shattered into countless fragments in an instant.

However, his body was still as straight as a sword, without a hint of trembling.

Bang la blah.

He slowly looked up, and countless glass shards were scattered all over the ground behind him.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Finally, an interesting opponent has arrived......

There was joy on his face.

"Huh?"

In front of him, thirty eyes, under the mask, a trace of substantive doubt emerged.

The young man in front of him......

The feeling for him is just two words.

Arrogant!

Wang Yan is indeed very arrogant.

Now his strength has fallen into a bottleneck

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Since he was injured by that sword intent, it has been a few months until now, and Wang Yan's true strength has not improved at all.

The blood qi did not increase, although the true qi cultivation in the dream world had improved tremendously.

But in his real world, he didn't get any feedback from the dream world.

Now his strength, according to Wang Yan's own estimates, should be in a very embarrassing situation.

It is not as good as a real Grandmaster Realm martial artist, but it is stronger than the vast majority of sixth-level martial artists.

It belongs to the strongest group of sixth-level martial artists.

The positioning of this kind of strength is very embarrassing.

Looking for a real grandmaster, I can't beat it.

Looking for a martial artist below the grandmaster, he is not an opponent.

This has also led to the fact that from the time he entered the school to the present, Wang Yan has never had even a hearty battle.

A battle that is evenly matched and allows him to fully unleash his full power!

For so long, Wang Yan has been longing.

A real opponent awaits.

And right now, the masked man named Thirty in front of him......

It seems to meet Wang Ash's conditions perfectly!

This thirty in front of you.

Seems to be the same person as him!

Under the collision just now, Wang Yan could come out perceptibly.

These thirty are probably already at the pinnacle of a sixth-level martial artist!

This is the person who is on par with Wang Yan!

It's exactly the opponent Wang Ember needs at the moment!

"You're strong...... But that's not enough!"

Thirty was silent for a moment, and a hoarse voice came from under the mask.

"Then try it!"

Wang Yan laughed out loud and stepped out, but he took the initiative to make a move.

Crash!

He stepped out, twisted his waist, and struck the whip leg from above, as if a sword blade was coming down from above, and slashed down at the thirty.

A cold snort came from under the mask, and he strode forward, meeting it with his fists and feet.

Boom!

Boom!

The two of them fought together like two fierce beasts, and between each attack collision, there were invisible air ripples that spread out from the void between the two, making Zhao Yu and the others, who were shrinking to the side, tremble when they didn't even dare to breathe.

Those thirty is worthy of the person who dared to let go of such cruel words before, and his strength is extremely strong.

His hands covered with translucent green scales seemed to have this pair of armor on his own, and every time he attacked with both hands to catch Wang Yan, there would be a sound like hitting gold and iron.

And when he strikes with both palms, the power is also quite amazing, those hands are like two invincible sharp weapons, every time he attacks, there is a sharp whistling wind, which makes people frightened.

In addition, there was a black aura covering his hands, which made his scale-covered hands even more terrifying when he attacked.

It's just that even every time these thirty shots are made, they have quite amazing power.

Wang Yan was able to steadily take over each of these thirty offensives.

Although there was no trace of abnormality in his appearance, his body was slender and well-proportioned, and he did not have the burly figure of thirty at all.

But when he fought with those thirty, he did not fall behind at all.

There was a bang, and the two of them fought and left, but in the blink of an eye, the hotel room, which was already a mess with only one or two walls left intact, was completely shattered by the movement caused by the fight between these two guys who looked like humanoid beasts.

Zhao Yu and the three of them didn't dare to approach at all, they only dared to watch from a distance, and originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity for Wang Yan to fight with those thirty and jump out of the room.

But just as the three of them were about to make a move, they saw the cold gaze of the remaining masked man on the field sweep over, and landed on the three of them like poisonous snakes.

The three of them didn't dare to make any more moves.

The only remaining masked man sixty-one, although he retreated to the side of the room from the beginning of the battle and did not step forward, the cold gaze under the mask never separated from Wang Ember and the masked man thirty.

He was like a venomous snake, looking for an opportunity to deliver the killing blow.

Peng!

The two men on the field collided fiercely again, and then separated, each staggering two steps.

"Something capable!"

When the hoarse voice sounded, the masked man named Thirty stabilized his body and rushed out in one step, this step was like lightning, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, the masked man named Thirty wiped one hand in his arms, and then a cold light suddenly bloomed in this room!

The masked man named Thirty had an extra dagger in the shape of a snake in his hand, and a forest arc flashed in the air, straight to Wang Yan's throat!

This blow was extremely abrupt, even Zhao Yu and the three of them who were watching from the sidelines did not expect that these thirty still had such a dagger hidden in their arms!

In the martial arts era where heavy weapons are rampant today, most of the strong are heavy weapons.

Light weapons such as daggers have almost disappeared after hundreds of years in the martial arts era.

No one would have thought that this thirty, who was almost close to a grandmaster-level martial artist, would use such a light dagger as a weapon!

These thirty showed their weapons so abruptly, and at such a close distance.

If it's any other person, I'm afraid I can't dodge.

Clang!

However, the dagger was blocked by a fiery red blade.

The sword body was red, like solidified magma.

"Light weapons?"

Behind the blade, the smile on Wang Yan's face became even stronger.

The pitch-black scabbard behind his back was already empty, and the sun was unsheathed at the moment when he was hanging, and Wang Yan held it in his hand, blocking the blow.

"Coincidentally, I'm also a light weapon."

In the rear, the expressions of Zhao Yu and the three of them were already frozen.

When they first saw Wang Ash, they didn't fail to notice the long black box with strips of cloth tied behind Wang Ash.

But no one thought in the direction of weapons, after all, after the martial arts era, martial artists, especially those of the academic school, would choose heavy weapons as weapons.

The light sword is a weapon that is even more unbearable than the dagger and the like.

The dagger is easy to carry, and although its lethality is not as good as that of heavy weapons, it is also good among light weapons.

The light sword, on the other hand, takes up a lot of space, and it can't be unexpected.

Even among light weapons, they are marginalized.

Unexpectedly, this unbelievably powerful young man actually used this light sword as a weapon!

Call!

Suddenly, there was a howling wind in the room.

The sixty-one, who had not moved from beginning to end, seemed to be a poisonous snake that took the opportunity to move, and at this time it was finally the right time.

Taking advantage of the gap of thirty with Wang Yan's long sword, he suddenly rushed silently like a snake and slammed into Wang Yan's head with a punch.

He thought he had found the right moment, thinking that Wang Yan's entire attention was on the blow of thirty.

It's a pity......

Phew!

A red light streaked through the air, faster than lightning.

Blood rained.

Ho ho ......

Sixty-one staggered a few steps forward under the influence of inertia, and a line of blood appeared between his throats, and blood gushed out.

A difficult gasp sounded from his trachea, and the body fell to the ground limply.

"What cats and dogs dare to come up and join in the fun?"

Wang Yan shook off the blood beads on the blade of the sword casually, and spoke indifferently.