And his self-confidence also made him quickly make a judgment on the matter, 'He actually activated a fifth-order skill in an instant, and it seems that his mastery of professional skills has reached a very amazing level. ’

"However, even a high-level stalker wouldn't be that fast. I'm also a stalker, and I'm well aware of this, and the speed of human reflexes and mediocre mana utilization rates directly determine that our reaction speed and skill activation speed are simply not so fast. ’

Great doubts haunted him.

After all, humans are not natural stalkers with fast physical thinking and reaction speeds like halflings and dwarf goblins, nor are they magic web darlings with extremely high magic utilization rates like elves.

Mediocrity, in almost every way, is synonymous with humanity.

And what's the matter with this power, I have been charging for so long, and he just hastily activated the skill, and it turned out that my dagger had an extra gap, and his dagger was intact...... Is it a weapon forged by a master dwarve? or something like a spirit suit or an enchanted weapon? But it doesn't look like it......

Looking at the dagger in Kurol's hand, which didn't look like a dwarf at all, and didn't have anything like a magic pattern, he overturned his previous inference.

'Anyway, it's a formidable enemy!'

Faced with an opponent who was so powerful that it was almost impossible to defeat, Roy felt a great fear in his heart.

But at the same time, Roy, who loved and longed for fierce battles deep in his soul, was silent for many years. When faced with the sudden and desperate enemy of Kurol, the deep corners of my heart also rose in an unparalleled excitement.

The trembling body made him feel the passionate melody that he had not seen for a long time.

But Kurol's next actions left his brain with no time to think about anything else.

With a calm and crazy momentum, Kurol rushed towards Roy, and his subtle combat skills made Kurol appear precise and cruel, while also allowing Roy to devote himself to the battle in front of him.

The sound of weapons clashing violently, and the sound of boots rubbing against the floor, echoed in the room where there were only the two of them.

The magic of the stirring filled the space around them. Sweat and blood that is not splashed out. It adds a beautiful backdrop to this glamorous concert.

The fierce battle made every brain cell in his brain cope with and think about the battle, and there was no energy left to continue thinking about other things.

Every time a dagger collides with a dagger, a small notch appears on the dagger in Roy's hand. If it were in an ordinary battle, then a gap of this magnitude would never be a problem to pay attention to.

But. Today is a little different.

Intense and frequent collisions. Roy's dagger was now riddled with holes. It turns into an irregularly jagged blade, and it seems that even a small child cannot be killed. The sluggish and curly blade of the blade indicates that the dagger is about to die.

After another symphony of surprise. The only weapon in Luo Yi's hand was broken in two, and the blade that was still on the hilt was not even more than five centimeters, while the other half of the tattered blade made a clear 'ding' sound and fell to the ground not far from him.

Roy looked at the completely useless dagger in his hand, smiled bitterly, and said to Kurol in front of him, "I really didn't expect that your elemental form is actually such a difficult 'shadow'. Even the followers of Her Highness the Lady of Shadows rarely have a figure who can master this elemental form. ”

"I really have to admire your talent, reaching such a level at such a young age, and obtaining the shadow elemental form that a stalker dreams of, really makes me a mortal jealous. Lady Shadow is really eccentric. ”

The tone was low and lonely, as if there was a loss of hope and confidence in everything.

Then there was a silent silence.

"You're already sure you've won, don't you want to reveal your information to the enemy? Roy looked at Kurol, who was still silent and cautiously staring at his defenseless enemy, and said helplessly with appreciation and fear.

Enemies who are always calm and sane in battle are usually the most terrifying, especially in the Stalker class.

His own great strength, always cautious mentality, and never have any contempt and carelessness for the enemy, all this makes the man Kurol Russerruvore look extremely terrifying in the eyes of Roy at this moment.

"However, only such an enemy is worth fighting! This is the battle I want! Come on...... Kurol!" The shouting Roy pulled out a short knife glowing with cold light from the hidden position on his waist, turned into an afterimage, and brought a gust of bloody wind, rushing towards Kurol, who had been waiting there for a long time.

Kurol calmly looked at Roy, who had arrived in front of him in an instant, his dark pupils unchanged, still deep and deadly.

The expression on his face barely fluctuated, but the corners of his mouth were faintly hooked up with a subtle smile, crazy and unscrupulous.

In the moment of the cold light, Kurol's strange dagger also drew a deadly arc in the air, with a dark color, to meet the cold light.

With a 'ding' sound, the two figures staggered in an instant, and then stopped in an instant. The two of them, facing each other, just stood there quietly, and the room returned to calm again.

"Ding-bell ......"

A crisp sound sounded from the area behind the two of them, and a broken blade suddenly fell to the ground, the section cut was smooth and neat, and there was still a faint shadow magic remaining on the entire knife body, but the section was more dense here.

This is undoubtedly the blade of Roy's short knife just now.

Immediately after, there was a faint dripping sound echoing in the room, "popping ......"

Ignoring Roy behind him, Kurol slowly straightened up, put away the strange dagger without a trace of blood, and after hiding the magic on his body, he stood there quietly.

And Roy, who was behind him, with a hideous and crazy smile, subconsciously covered the punctured arteries, but he couldn't stop the blood gushing out of his throat and mouth.

Uncontrollable blood flowed from the wound on his neck, through the cracks of Roy's fingers, onto the floor, wetting the precious carpet, seeping into the cracks between the planks, and into the bottom.

There, it soon turned into a pool of blood. (To be continued......)