"No, are you okay?"
In the corridor on the second floor, Babaojun, who was holding his big shield, slowly retreated in front of his teammates. He first checked the surroundings again, then slowly put down his shield, and turned around to help the mage player.
He stood up: "Get up quickly, staying here all the time is not a good choice..."
"Cough cough cough cough..." The old mage who was half lying by the corridor coughed violently. After a long time, he slowly took out a purple medicine bottle from his arms: "If I had known... I wouldn't have taken this trip.
It’s water…”
"Who knew that an ancient god would suddenly pop up." The shield warrior sighed, and at the same time straightened the mage's body: "Do you really want to drink? This is 100 gold coins..."
"Otherwise, what should I do? Just go back to the hotel and wait for you to be sent back?" He raised his head and drank the potion in his hand. The mage player said with a bitter look on his face: "I can't do this kind of thing...
Cough, cough, cough, this mage's body is too weak..."
"Even for a warrior like me, it would be very uncomfortable to get hit by him." The Shield player lamented: "That Demon Hunter... He hasn't shown his face for a long time, how come he can train a character so much better than us?
?”
"If he were still in the Devil's Paradise, those big guys wouldn't be snatching him away every day." Holding on to the dark wall, the mage player kicked down a broken wooden frame next to him and slowly climbed up from the ground.
When he got up, his originally earthy complexion had recovered a little, and his eyes were shining again: "The key to the problem now is... why is he here?"
"Should we continue to deal with this matter...?"
"Whatever, why don't you care."
Looking up at the still faint sound of fighting upstairs, the man with the big shield let out a deep breath, seeming to strengthen his determination: "Originally, I was afraid of provoking some evil forces in the free world, but now... everyone is...
It’s a player, who is afraid of whom? We can’t beat him, so at least we have to figure it out and show it to everyone! In the middle of the night... it’s definitely not a good thing for a bunch of them to be fighting and killing each other in the hospital...
…”
Muttering these random words, Babaojun, who was supporting his companion, staggered to the stairs at the end, and then walked up the stairs amidst the sudden amplification of fighting sounds above. Several handles were of different lengths and uneven.
The weapon then appeared in front of them, blocking the path of the two people, but among the people in black who had already killed more than half of them, there were still a few members who were still staying here: "You two!"
"No, no, no, no, we are not on the same page as them." Mr. Babao immediately raised his hands: "We are members of the Imperial City Adventure Group. We just passed by here and saw something happened here, so we wanted to come in and take a look...
Our team members are still lying outside!"
"Yes, yes, those people were drunk..."
"Put down your weapons first! Stand in the corner!"
"I'm a shield warrior, why are you so panicked? Are there any of you who carry a shield and carry out a sneak attack in the middle of the night?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Do as I say, otherwise..."
boom!
A huge crashing sound penetrated the entire floor, suppressing the words of the impatient man in black abruptly. A frantic air flow immediately burst out from a room on the third floor, blowing away the person guarding the stairs.
The figures of several men in black were blown to pieces, and then they all fell to the ground. Seeing that the situation was not good, Babaojun put down the big shield he had just raised, and at the same time pushed away someone who had hit his shield.
He climbed up the body of the man in black, then gestured to the mage hiding behind him, and climbed up the stairs cautiously.
The next moment, their eyes widened in surprise.
In the darkness deep in the corridor, a shattered door panel turned into millions of fragments, shooting out in all directions. At the same time, there appeared a figure belonging to the tall and thin man attached to the wall.
And a blade that was so huge that it was immeasurable. In the dim light transmitted from the room, the tall and thin man forcefully opened the huge knife in front of him, then shrunk and turned, using two wisps of metal light.
It swept across the floor, and then rolled towards the corridor next to it in the light of the giant blade's sudden revolving.
boom!
The next moment, the giant knife turned more than half a circle in the air, and chopped into the place where he was curled up before.
"What...is going on?" the old mage murmured, "Is he being beaten?"
For a moment when the two players were stunned, the man holding claws in both hands seemed to notice them blocking the entrance to the corridor, and then his body that fell to the ground suddenly stretched out, and the limbs that were originally different from the others seemed to be stretched at a rapid speed.
They formed a straight line and rushed toward the stairs. Babaojun, who subconsciously raised his big shield, only felt a strong force hit his arm, and his body involuntarily flew into the air behind him. He succeeded so high
The thin man had no intention of continuing to pursue, but raised his arms and made a backhand stroke towards his back in a weird posture——
clang!
"Barbed Claw..."
Huge force accompanied by the impact of metal sounded from the back of the tall and thin man. However, Duan Qing, who rushed over immediately, had already assumed a certain batting posture, and struck the opponent with a knife face and handed it over backwards.
On his paws: "Long time no see."
With a sudden sweep of his hands filled with strength, Duan Qing slashed the long knife to the wall, but his body did not stop at all. He paused as he stepped to the right, then spun around and flew up, kicking the opponent.
on the shoulders.
Bang!
Amidst the huge muffled sound caused by the impact of flying to one side, Duan Qing slapped his body, then calmly pulled out his weapon, and whispered to the tall and thin figure who had flown into another room.
: "This kick... is given back to you."
"Your power... seems a little abnormal."
In the dark room that was already in chaos, the dull voice belonging to the tall and thin man responded in a low voice: "And... you seem to be very familiar with me."
"Did we have any friendship in the past?"
"Oh, you actually ask that..." Duan Qing, who carried the giant knife on his shoulder, walked to the broken door and showed a strange smile that no one could see: "Then I..."
"I definitely can't tell you."
"……very good."
In the sight of the two players under the stairs, a black light and shadow appeared like electricity. The man standing with a knife suddenly slashed past him, and then rushed straight into the opposite side of the room. There was the sound of a large pile of debris being knocked down.
The unbearable sound of metal friction sounded from the place where the two people met the next moment. The man holding the knife did not seem to change his posture, but still maintained his movements and slowly turned around: "I am
kitchen knife……"
Amidst another loud stamping sound, Duan Qing moved slightly and once again blocked the ultimate blow from the darkness: "If you enlarge it, it can be used as a door panel."
clang!
There was another metal collision, and the man holding the knife in one hand smiled coldly, then stepped sideways, pointed the knife handle above his head diagonally downward, and deflected the opponent's third attack that was getting faster and faster with the knife. He turned around again.
His movements did not stop at all. He turned his wrist and placed the blade on his left shoulder. Then, just before the next extreme attack came, he exerted force on his knees and raised his shoulder suddenly: "Broken!"
With the fourth metal collision, Demon Hunter suddenly lost his balance as he passed by Duan Qing. His tall and thin body flew into the air behind the giant sword, but his arms that were blocked and flew away were
He was lifted up involuntarily, and then he was clamped in mid-air by a hand: "I'm old..."
"It takes the fourth hit to catch you."
With consistent force, he dragged up the body that seemed to weigh several hundred kilograms, drew a complete arc in the air, and threw it forward. The slightly embarrassed black figure fell to the ground with a heavy muffler.
There was a loud noise, and then he suddenly jumped back, breaking several window beams above the stairs, and then disappeared into the night wind outside the building.
"Give way, give way."
In the ears of the two players who had been stunned, Duan Qing's voice suddenly came from his ears: "If it's okay, please give way, our professional fighting team..."
"But they are all very busy."
Ignoring the two people's expressions as if they had seen a ghost, he straightened his clothes and passed between them slowly, then thrust the giant knife behind him and jumped onto the gap: "Wait a minute!"
The loud shout belonging to Babaojun suddenly rang in the air behind him. When Duan Qing looked back, he saw the man with the big shield scratching his cheek uneasily, and his voice became softer again: "Then
, that... the person we saw downstairs before... was you? "
"I know what you originally wanted to ask." Duan Qing, who did not look back, answered with a slight smile: "Don't worry, I am already a member of the Imperial City."
"……ah?"
Before the doubts disappeared from the mouths of the big shield players, Duan Qing had already jumped out of the window and disappeared into the dark night. However, the fall he imagined did not happen to him, because a certain fact was discovered.
The next moment, he grabbed the edge of the window outside the building, turned over a few times, and came to the upstairs of the building again. He lowered his head and listened for a while, but the movements of his feet did not stop for a moment. In the blink of an eye, he was again
Once he came to the edge of the first hole in the building, where his battle began. A smile appeared on his lips again, and he stood with his knife in the night wind. With a sudden flash of his hand, he blew out a quiet wave.
The arc-shaped breath of sound was sent to the bedside where Pamir was. Several men in black who were still guarding the bed shouted and raised their weapons, seeming to desperately resist this sudden blow, but
The ray of light ignored the shouts of several people, but passed by their heads and hit the only intact wall beside their bed. The frightened people in black were immediately struck by that
Submerged in the dust and debris brought by the sword energy, a tall and thin figure half kneeling slowly appeared on the other side of the wall. Behind the lingering dust, the figure covering his side
It looked like he had been injured by the knife.
"It's okay to yell for nothing. You won't hit anyone... Hey, you! I just remembered my mission now..." Duan Qing, who was standing on the house, whispered in the eyes of Pamir and Anweina who had relaxed their bodies.
He complained for a while, and then asked loudly: "Are you late?"
"...Do you need to fight so hard?" Demon Hunter did not answer his question, but asked in a low voice: "Just for these two guys..."
"I am not a righteous person, I will save anyone I see." Duan Qing reached out and touched his head, but the expression on his face gradually became weird: "But... I am in a bad mood today.
"
"If I want to complain... I can only blame you for your poor character." He chuckled: "You bumped into me today."
"..."
Such an absurd conclusion did not allow the tall and thin man to make any sign. He raised his hand that had been covering his waist, rubbed the blood on it, then shook his head, and his body suddenly flashed and disappeared.
In front of everyone's eyes, as the black-clothed guard looked around in panic as if facing a formidable enemy, Duan Qing above him slowly shook his head, then took two steps back, and also disappeared from everyone's sight.
"They, where did they go?"
"Shh! Be careful and don't relax..."
"Sir, sir, are you okay?"
"It's okay, you don't need to worry..."
call--
The sound of breaking through the air was mixed with the trembling sound of landing. The next moment, a plump figure appeared beside everyone, patted the soil on his body, and then pulled his feet out from the floor with force: "What?
It’s become like this…”
"team leader!"
"The captain is back!"
"Captain, you finally..."
Amid the wailing cries from all around, the fat man who called himself Yang took a brief look at the surrounding scene, and then walked to the side of the hospital bed: "Congratulations to you, and this... well, beautiful sister, you survived again
Already."
"……where did you go?"
"Send off to a difficult guy." The fat man yelled dissatisfied: "I want to say hello to you first, this time I want a raise! Otherwise a few lives won't be enough... What's wrong? Why are you laughing? What are you doing?
When did you become so generous?"
"Nothing." Looking at the frightened and confused female nurse next to him, Pamir exhaled and lay back on the bed. Then with a relieved smile, he looked at the sky outside the hole: "It's just..."
"We just sent away a friend." He said quietly: "How should we settle this account...?"
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The mission failed... This kind of thing happened to him all the time.
Running in the streets of Tania, his mood gradually calmed down. Except for the occasional guards and possible pursuits, nothing could stop him from escaping or retreating. He was well versed in this process.
His habits and long-term game experience made him not too burdened by this failure. However, as the surrounding environment became safer, some accidents that were not part of the original plan, and the ensuing
Doubts gradually arose and slowly took over his mind.
An extremely smooth assassination... Why did it end up like this? Why are there still players breaking in? Where are the good reinforcements? Where are the signals to respond? Where are the men secretly guarding outside? Why is there no movement? Why is there still no movement?
Yes... who was that person just now? Why does he know his own moves so well? His strength attribute... No, no, his judgment, reaction power, and instantaneous explosive power are all extraordinary.
The catch just now, and the almost perfect sword energy thrown out when he finally found himself who had gone and returned...
The elongated and strange figure suddenly stopped, and the messy thoughts gradually became clearer. As he stood, he was lifted out of his thoughts and returned to his usual calmness. However, this clarity was not the result of encounters.
He temporarily gave up when he encountered an accident, but suddenly understood everything - in front of him, at the end of the alley, a thin figure with slightly curly temples stood quietly at the entrance of the alley strewn with corpses, and then looked at
As he stopped, he opened his eyes slightly.
"So... that's it." A familiar feeling came over him. He lowered his hands and let out a long sigh: "It's you."
"Young Master...he is very unhappy today." A cold female voice sounded slowly, accompanied by the movement of the black shadow's hands slowly pulling away, and the reflection of silk threads flashing past in the chilling night:
"so……"
"Please go to hell."
This chapter has been completed!