He doesn't like to think, so he doesn't have any worries.
He is like a sharp knife, he can stab whoever he wants. Only when Cyric is around can he exert his greatest value in life.
Cyric left suddenly, and Tinos' heart felt a little empty.
As a god and the backbone of a church, he suddenly left the divine realm without dying and cut off communication with believers. This had a huge impact on the murder of the church.
There was no response to prayers, and even the most loyal believers would inevitably fall into panic. If it weren't for Cyric's notoriously fierce desire for revenge and radical approach, a large number of believers might have apostatized.
People's hearts are floating, and more believers have stopped their activities. Those believers and priests whose identities have been exposed are hiding in Zhentarim Keep, Cyric's largest base, shivering under the powerful defense system. It seems that the solid city wall and
The dense protective array can give them the greatest comfort.
Tinos looks down upon these guys.
He still continued his life. He used to practice, kill, practice, and kill again.
Now that there is no more oracle to send him the killing list, there is only one kind of life left for him-cultivation.
This is an unknown valley in the Yunwu Mountains. Even the most experienced hunter will not come to such a deep mountain, let alone have a map to mark it.
Tinos is the only one who will come here.
A huge fifty-meter-high waterfall pours a huge amount of water into the deep pool day and night. The powerful impact is terrifying even if you stand under the waterfall, just getting close to it.
Tinos stood on a smooth stone at the bottom of the waterfall, slashing upwards with a knife. Each blow could separate a ten-meter-long gap in the waterfall in a very short time.
"Drink-drink-drink-" The strong exhalation sound, coupled with the extremely focused and determined movements, made even an enemy unable to help but cheer for Tinos.
Finally, after wielding ten thousand knives, Tinos walked ashore wearing his underpants and carrying a blunt knife.
On the shore, sitting cross-legged, there was a bald monk whom Tinos had never known before.
In fact, Tinos had been aware of the other party's arrival all along, but the other party had never made a move. Tinos was also happy to complete his training during this period of time.
Tinos smiled, and his high cheekbones gave the smile a hint of terror: "Generally speaking, only friends are willing to wait for someone like this."
"You have no friends. Likewise, besides friends, there is another kind of person who is willing to wait."
"Enemy!" Tinos smiled even brighter.
The monk slowly stood up, spread his legs, lowered his body, clenched his fists, and made a fighting posture.
Tinos was nonchalant and put a blunt knife on his shoulder with one hand: "Can I ask, who knows that I am here? In my impression, no one knows about this place except my lord.
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The monk did not answer, but said: "This is a trap for you. As long as I hang on you for 60 seconds after the fight starts, I will complete the task."
"Huh? A legendary monk wants to keep me?" Tinos shrugged his nose and sniffed the air: "There is no smell of a third person within a three-kilometer radius. I really want to know, what do you mean?
Where are the reinforcements?"
The bald monk smiled, a hearty smile: "You'll know right away."
"Come!" Tinos waved.
There was no sound of lifting his feet, and not even a speck of dust was stirred up. The figure of the monk almost disappeared out of thin air and disappeared on the spot.
"Huh?" Tinos, who was originally casual, frowned for the first time.
It was clear that an extremely fast afterimage was approaching in mid-air at high speed from the left, but from the right there was a shrill whistling sound that seemed to shatter the air.
quick!
Too fast!
It was so fast that even the naked eye couldn't capture the movement.
It was completely unimaginable that the one on the left turned out to be the afterimage of a monk's feint. A punch with astonishing momentum directly broke through the ideal attack range of a blunt knife and forced him into a close-quarters fight.
At this distance, it is obviously too long to use a knife.
Lost the initiative.
For the first time in his life, Tinos was forced into such embarrassment.
【Shadow Jump】!
Without any hesitation, Tinos directly handed over his skills.
As if he had known that Tinos would be like this, the monk pointed his left toe and directly locked onto the position where Tinos briefly shuttled through the shadow plane and then jumped out of the main plane. He turned into a floating silhouette again and approached at high speed.
Tinos felt like he had seen a ghost. He could have sworn that this was the first time he met this Jedi monk. However, the other party gave him the feeling that he was extremely familiar with his movements.
This was not the monk's supernatural intuition or something. He was absolutely certain that the monk had received guidance from someone who was very familiar with his Tinos movement habits. Otherwise, it would not be possible to explain why the monk could clearly know the distance of the shadow's jump.
In Tinos's impression, everyone who fought against him was dead. Oh, no, except for one Raven. But that kid's strength was too low. In that brief confrontation, Tinos didn't make any real move at all.
Why? Why? Why?
"Bang--"
This was a direct kick from a monk approaching at high speed. It didn't have any sense of beauty, but it was extremely fast. With that force, even a dragon would be kicked to the point of vomiting blood.
Tinos didn't even have time to turn around, let alone swing the blunt knife with his backhand. He just bent his left hand and leg at the same time and took the blow forcefully.
The next moment, Tinos' cannonball was shot away.
This was not the end. The monk's vigorous figure clung to the flying Tinos like a ghost. Accompanied by a series of dull bangs like drums, Tinos didn't know how many punches and kicks he received. Until Tinos suddenly shouted loudly.
, a violent aura bloomed all over his body, and the monk suddenly retreated.
The whole person seemed to have been cast a [Feather Falling Technique], falling lightly to the ground.
"Very good, you are qualified to force me to do my best." Tinos's skeleton-like face showed a cruel smile that could make ordinary people faint.
"Come!" This time it was the monk's turn to reach out and wave to Tinos.
The rematch between the two gave people a very strange feeling. It was not like an assassin fighting a monk, but more like a real monk wearing the skin of an assassin dancing against an Oriental dancer wearing the skin of a monk.
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Tinos's thin figure turned into a violent storm, and the blunt knife drew streaks of light in the void, almost splitting the entire space. However, the monk changed the violent attack method at the beginning, shrinking, moving, rolling, and turning
, almost taking the word lightness to its extreme.
Several times, he was almost hit by a blunt knife, but the monk tapped lightly in the void, kicked a wall made of air at a place where he could not rely on any force, and forcefully moved a few tens of centimeters later, and made a move.
Greater dodge.
Tinos's pupils suddenly tightened and he cursed angrily: "Are you still going to fight me?"
But the monk smiled brightly: "The 60 seconds are up."
As the words fell, a huge boulder flew over from a long distance like a meteorite from the sky.
