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The first half of the sentence made the assassin feel unhappy, and he was staring at Mercer with a resentful look, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he showed an expression of extreme longing.

The Fountain of Life is released in advance, which means that it can better suppress the bloodthirsty in the body, and it can also strengthen the body, surpassing the assassins of the same period.

In the subsequent sparring, the chance of surviving is also greater.

Looking at the man in black from a close distance, Mercer found that he looked to be in his sixties, with an ordinary appearance, neither a sinister face nor an outstanding appearance.

Such an old man would be easily overwhelmed by the crowd when placed outside. Who would have thought that he would be the King of Assassins who had lived for hundreds of years.

"Master Occam, then I will not be polite!" said the assassin.

A sharp dagger slipped out of the sleeves of both his hands, and he attacked the man in black with two knives.

The angles of the two daggers are extremely tricky. If you defend one of them, you will be pierced by the other in the next second. It can be seen that this move has been painstakingly worked out.

But even in the face of such a fierce attack, the man in black still squinted his eyes slightly, as before, he didn't move until the attack was approaching in front of him.

The body of the man in black, who appeared to be over sixty years old, burst out with a fierce attack speed that was completely inappropriate for his age. He stepped forward with his right foot, followed by his right hand, and clamped the assassin's arm extremely quickly. Left hand.

Borrowing the strength of the opponent's thrust, the man in black pushed his back directly towards him.

"Succeeded?!" The assassin was a little surprised. If this continued, his other dagger would be able to stab the man in black in the next second.

If this action were performed by an ordinary person, he would definitely be pierced by the other dagger in an instant. But in that short second, the man in black twisted his waist to an incredible extent and perfectly avoided the stabbing. Here comes another knife.

At the same time, the free hand swung back the elbow, hitting the assassin directly in the face.

The extremely strong force directly knocked the assassin, who looked to be in his thirties and in his prime, into the air and landed heavily on the ground.

Looking closely, the assassin's face was sunken deeply, and his facial features were wrinkled together.

Under this unbelievable elbow, his brain was smashed abruptly!

"wild."

Mercer couldn't help admiring the opponent's fighting skills, the title of King of Assassins really deserved it.

"And you, you go too." The ordinary man in black didn't even move his position, he just stood there.

It's just that when he closed his eyes and waited for Moser to attack, he waited for half a minute, but the attack did not come.

The man in black opened his eyes and looked at Moser in front of him, frowning, "What are you doing standing there, attack!"

Unexpectedly, Mercer put his hands in his pockets and stood there lazily looking at him, with no intention of taking action.

"Why do you want me to go? You come by yourself. If you tell me to do it, I will do it. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

"Charles, are you crazy?"

The man in black frowned and looked at the assassin in front of him. He could easily read the name of the person in front of him. He remembered that all the people in this castle were not ignorant kings who knew nothing.

Being called crazy made Mercer roll his eyes in front of the other person, and made a move that made the man blush. He raised his right hand and slowly extended a... middle finger.

This humiliating gesture is common in European and American countries. Even as far away as Eastern Europe, it is commonplace.

It would be better to say that such a gesture is already common all over the world, unless it is a primitive tribe that does not even have electrical appliances, otherwise no one knows the consciousness of this gesture.

"court death!"

This action completely ignited the man in black, and Gujing Wubo's eyes showed a hint of murderous intent.

It was also the first time that Mercer felt murderous intent from this man. It was a definite ideological form that manifested itself in a sense of oppression.

The oppressed party, under the threat of this powerful murderous intention, was at least frightened to the point of being unable to move, at worst it was left with a psychological shadow and went crazy from then on. 7K妏揩

This is just to release the killing intent, and there is no direct attack.

This is the ultimate killing intent that can only be possessed by those who have emerged from the pile of tens of thousands of dead people. For ordinary people, unless their minds are particularly determined, they will not be able to withstand the threat of this killing intent.

On the other hand, Moser is very relaxed.

I saw him snapping his nails, looking at his fingers repeatedly with an indifferent expression, like a girl who just got her nails done, and she didn't change at all because of that killing intent.

"Do you want to fight? I'm afraid you won't have a chance if I make a move." Moser said disdainfully.

Killing intent?

Another hundred assassin kings would stand next to him and bombard him with killing intent, that would be just tickling.

No matter how strong the murderous intent of the King of Assassins is, can he be stronger than a single universe-level Old One?

That must not be possible.

Although Mercer only absorbed a few tentacles of the Old Ones, they also contained at least five percent of its spiritual strength.

It seems very small from the data, but at the level of Earthlings, Mercer's mental attack would start with at least five hundred Assassin Kings!

The man in black set off, less than ten meters away, ordinary people can see clearly no matter how fast they run.

But the man in black was an afterimage, and he came to Moser in an instant, and a dagger appeared in his right hand and pierced Moser's throat.

Halfway through the movement of holding the dagger, the man in black actually let go of the dagger, stepped his right foot to the left, and used it as the center point to push his body through Mercer's armpit, and instantly reached his behind.

This is his main purpose!

Using his right hand to attack, all the opponent's attention was focused on the dagger. When he was concentrating on raising his hand to block, he let go of the dagger and used highly maneuverable steps to get behind the opponent and kill him.

This kind of offensive thinking, even those veterans with combat experience, can't help being tricked.

But the man in black didn't expect that what he was facing at this moment was the most monstrous person on earth.

The entire process from attacking ten meters away to retreating took less than five seconds. When the dagger appeared again in the man in black's hand and was about to pierce into Mercer's body, the dagger suddenly stopped.

It was like the air in mid-air was frozen, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward an inch.

The man in black looked down. Although Moser didn't turn his head, the latter's palm was stretched out behind him, holding the sharp blade directly.

"Hmph, do you think you can block it like this? My blade is coated with poison. You will die violently in less than a minute!"

Letting go of the dagger in his hand, the man in black jumped away and looked at Mercer with a sneer. He seemed to have anticipated Mercer's tragic death.

Mercer held the blade, turned around and looked at the man in black with a smile on his face. He did not move, but just stood in front of him holding the dagger for a minute.

"What did you just say? Repeat it again?"