In the quiet cell, both Cohen and Miranda looked at the newcomer with complicated expressions.

"You, the kingdom's secret department?"

The prince was startled, first thinking of the Black Prophet, and then of Kessel.

Thales breathed in shock and carefully looked at the new Raphael.

Those strange red eyes made him quite uneasy.

The little slipper leaned tightly against his back, only daring to show half of his face.

And Raphael was also observing Thales carefully.

Compared with the last time in the Hall of Stars - Raphael smiled slightly: He seems to have grown a lot.

The next second, Raphael suddenly stood up, startling Thales.

"Come in," Raphael said calmly: "It's safe, my people will keep it under control."

Thales was stunned.

But then, the thick door that separated the inside and outside of the cell was opened again.

A man in patrol uniform walked into the cell with his head lowered.

My legs and feet seem to be a bit inflexible, and one of my arms is also very stiff.

The person raised his head and tore off the disguise, revealing the lower half of his face - it was half a silver mask.

Thales suddenly opened his eyes!

"Rolfe!" the second prince blurted out.

The Ghost of Sui Feng raised his head and nodded silently to Thales. He walked to Thales' cell, turned the key left by the previous guards, and opened the door.

Huaiya took a long breath and collapsed as if suddenly relaxed: "Oh my God... I knew it would be useful to leave you there intentionally..."

Thales also breathed a sigh of relief and sighed secretly in his heart: He was saved.

He walked out of the cell with Little Slippery and saw Rolf and Raphael who were still opening the door, and then his eyes lit up.

"That sudden wind just now," Thales turned his eyes and suddenly said: "Rolfe, is that you?"

Rolf opened Wyatt's cell door, blinked slightly, and made a positive gesture to the prince.

"I hope the wind can help us cover up the sounds of hiding and fighting," Raphael walked to the poor guard leader and rummaged through the dead man's pockets as usual: "Keep quiet, there are still hundreds of people guarding outside, don't be careless.

.”

Thales's heart tightened slightly: How many hundreds of people?

Raphael fished out a bunch of keys, stood up, and walked to Cohen's cell.

"Raphael," Cohen sighed and said angrily: "You actually let those guys execute us, couldn't you have another reason..."

Raphael chuckled.

Rolf on the side glanced at the security officer with an unwavering expression, his eyes still full of disgust.

Cohen looked at the ghost with the wind and shrugged helplessly.

"Do you know each other?" Thales frowned as he looked at the unusual interaction between Cohen, Raphael and Rolf.

"Know?" Cohen snorted: "More than that."

Raphael ignored his tone and said calmly: "There are six of them."

"I can't solve them all quietly, so I need to wait for the best time, such as when they all turn their backs to unlock the door," Raphael walked towards Cohen expressionlessly, holding the leader's

He picked up the key and squatted down to unlock the chain on his body: "By the way, let them unlock the cell door for me."

Freed from the restraints, Cohen threw off the chains on his body and sat up.

But then his face twisted, he hugged his right shoulder with his left hand, and hissed in the severe pain in his right arm.

Raphael's eyes moved, he pressed the security officer's right shoulder, and then grabbed his injured and dislocated right arm. Cohen let go of his hand in a tacit understanding and let him do whatever he wanted.

"The person who attached your arm probably doubted your ability to break free from the chains, so he deliberately left a small tail - bear with it, I have to open the joint and reattach it again." Raphael said calmly.

He grabbed Cohen's hand and suddenly exerted force, pulling and pushing.

Cohen bit his lower lip and groaned, his body shaking violently as his joints "clicked".

A few seconds later, the security officer dripping with cold sweat breathed a sigh of relief, panting as if he had been tortured, and patted Raphael on the shoulder.

The latter pulled him up from the ground.

"Speaking of this, Raphael," Cohen gasped and stared at the new Raphael:

"How did your swordsmanship become... so strong?"

"Simple," Raphael glanced at him nonchalantly and turned to go to Miranda's cell: "Practice more."

Cohen frowned.

how come……

Cohen's eyes passed over the six dead people, and his mind recalled Raphael's ghostly movements just now over and over again.

Recalling that moment just now, the security officer's face was full of surprise.

In the past three years, Cohen believed that he had been reborn through the life and death experience in the Western Wilderness battlefield. His swordsmanship, characterized by wild attacks, had grown rapidly under tremendous pressure; Miranda also became stronger as she fought in the dangerous confrontation on the northern border.

The battle rhythm under the Tianma movement is becoming more and more distinct.

However, Raphael's movements and timing of killing six people in an instant - Cohen frowned: that has gone beyond the characteristics given by the power of termination. It is no longer a special style of swordsmanship or fighting method, nor is it

Then there are fixed fighting techniques or simple use of strength.

Rather, it is about integrating combat into the instinct of gestures and gestures, which is a more essential understanding of combat...

Cohen gritted his teeth gently, remembering what his teacher, Jedi Tafner, said: "The breakthrough from ordinary level to super level is easy to identify - simply put, it means that a normal person suddenly becomes abnormal. Simply put, it means that a normal person suddenly becomes abnormal."

A simple fight must be fought in a colorful and messy manner, with mud and snot flying everywhere..."

The teacher's cynical words rang in my ears.

"But the sign of advancing from the super level to the extreme level..." The teacher's eyelids moved slightly and one corner of his mouth raised.

"It's hard to say - from the terrifying swordsman who has spent his life on the battlefield to the theoretical expert who has never touched a weapon, there are reasonable and unreasonable, well-founded and nonsense. Everyone has been arguing for thousands of years and has different opinions.

"

"What kind of formal 'power control', 'micro-operation', mysterious and mysterious 'essential understanding', and what idiots say about 'bastard aura being released', or even bullshit 'realm suppression'

'Born with a vision'..." At that time, Jedi let out a long sigh, turned his back to Cohen, and said silently:

"In my opinion, there is the simplest and most effective definition standard."

Teacher Jedi turned around and looked directly at the fashionable and young Cohen, with bright eyes:

"When one day, you find that the enemy you are facing, whether it is a weak rookie or an invincible strong enemy, whether it is a heavily besieged death situation or an evenly matched opponent, they can resolve the battle in a very short moment, no matter

When you win or lose..."

The teacher nodded slowly, crossed his arms, and looked deeply.

"You are probably close to the extreme state."

Unspeakable emotions flooded Cohen's heart, including the loss that his peers at the same starting point far surpassed his own, and the emotion that his friends were becoming stronger.

But, it's impossible.

Raphael.

How could you... Miranda and I both...

Thinking of this, Cohen quickly turned his head and looked across.

Look at Miranda.

Miss Arend was seen staring at the ground blankly, with a subtle and complicated expression in her eyes.

Raphael opened Miranda's chains with a calm expression.

Miranda grabbed the fence and stood up, her expression unchanged.

The two of them did not speak, as if they deliberately avoided each other's sight, and did not even exchange glances.

It seems very deliberate.

Raphael turned around, and at this moment, the female swordsman's voice came.

"Your hands." Miranda kicked off the chains under her feet and said softly.

Raphael paused slightly.

"It's okay." He said calmly, then walked out of the room without hesitation and walked towards Huaiya.

Cohen, who took everything in his eyes, couldn't help but cursed:

Dog men and women.

On the other side, Rolf squatted down next to Thales and used his hidden sword to cut the rope behind Thales and Little Slippery.
To be continued...