A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

"Old guy...it turns out you're not dead yet..." Victor looked at Ivan, staring at him with sinister eyes.

He didn't care that much about Ivan's evaluation.

Very correct and objective, he is such a person, and he is not wrong at all.

Bullying the weak is the prerogative of the strong. Like the two ants in front of me, they don't understand the feeling of pleasure at all...

"Stop what you are doing immediately. I will pretend that I didn't see it. Otherwise, if you report it to the Adventurers' Association, you will be ruined." Ivan knew that people like Victor would not care about what the Adventurers' Association thinks, but Saint The seriousness of the powerful man killing ordinary people must be informed.

"Oh? The Adventurer Club? I'm so scared..." Victor said in a sinister tone.

"First, do you really think that adventurers can always be so lenient? Can they reach out to the New World?"

"Second...do you think any of you here can escape alive?"

Willett's hair stood on end...

I had never heard of Victor Branco's deeds before, I only knew that he was a strong man of the Holy Order.

Now it seems that this person is completely a robber and a murderer...

It's hard to imagine what kind of torture I would have suffered if I had agreed to a duel with him just now...

"...I know, I know you will not let anyone here go..." Ivan said as if he had already guessed.

"So...I promise to duel with you, just you and me..."

"Ha! Hahahahahaha!" Victor was stunned for a second when he heard what Ivan said, and then burst out laughing, as if he had heard something funny.

"You stopped that kid from dueling with me, but you took the initiative to come up and let me stab you? It's really interesting, it's really interesting... old man."

"Because you make me so happy, I agree to your request."

"Lord Ivan!"

"That's enough! Willit, there is another place that needs you more now... Go ahead..." Ivan said without changing his expression and shouted back Willit who wanted to dissuade him.

"...Lord Ivan...yes!" Willit bowed deeply to the elder, turned and walked towards the battlefield.

......

"How touching... You want to be a hero? Haha..."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die happily."

"I don't need fighting spirit or high-level martial arts. I will poke holes in your body one by one and let your blood drain. Then I will skin your body, pick it up and send it to Melbourne for them to see. , what’s the end of being a hero.”

"That's a matter behind your back, I can't control it."

Ivan is extremely calm now. After all, the outcome is destined, and he doesn't even have to think about it.

"Let's see how tough you can be. Just go ahead and finish early." Victor stretched out his hand and hooked me.

"Since it's a duel, it's natural to exchange names first. Don't you understand this etiquette? Or is it because you stayed at sea for too long and had too much sea breeze in your mind?"

"Hey...Prince of the Kingdom of Sindelal, Lord of Chester, 'The Face-Flayer', Victor Branco."

"Marquis of Dorok Kingdom, lord of Coastal Territory, and current head of the Burgund family, Ivan Burgund."

After announcing their names, there was silence between the two for a few seconds...

Ivan moved first, strode forward, and was met with a "Breaking Steel Slash". The blade of the sword set off a gust of sword wind, which was a very powerful blow.

If you use a weapon to block, the short spear in Victor's hand without using fighting energy to protect his body will inevitably break.

Victor was naturally aware that he turned his body slightly to one side and avoided Ivan's sharp first blow with the smallest movement.

Ivan had already considered this, deflected the sword edge, and slashed away with another "whirlwind slash".

"too slow!"

Victor's seemingly simple step was actually extremely weird. He easily dodged a slash that would have been impossible for ordinary people to dodge, leaving a small wound on Ivan's body.

Just one face-to-face meeting made Ivan lose his temper. If Victor hadn't been playing tricks, Ivan would have been killed instantly with just one shot.

...This is the Holy Order...

Ivan was startled, but his hand movements did not stop. In an instant, the two of them had already matched several moves.

Victor had always just defended or dodged, leaving small, painless wounds in the gaps in Ivan's armor.

After another round, there were more than a dozen wounds on Ivan's body, and blood was pouring out.

"It would be nice if your strength was as tough as your mouth..."

Victor looked at the embarrassed old soldier teasingly.

He was humiliating Ivan, and of course Ivan knew it.

But choosing to duel with Victor was stalling for time. As long as it could continue to be delayed, he would not regard this level of humiliation at all.

"Okay, I've given you this old guy a lot of tricks... It's time to get serious..."

Before he finished speaking, Victor finally took action.

The short spear in his hand shook, and countless spear shadows appeared.

This is not a martial skill, it's just that Victor used his saint-level physical fitness to stab countless spears in an instant.

It was impossible to block them all, so Ivan chose to roll to dodge.

Even so, he was still hit by several bullets, and blood flew everywhere.

Before Ivan could get up, Victor had already arrived in front of him and kicked Ivan ten meters away.

"cough!"

Ivan spit out a mouthful of blood, put his sword in his hand, and stood up with difficulty.

"Hey, this is just a move, why can't it work?"

"Didn't we agree that we would let your blood bleed dry?"

"If you old man dies before the blood dries out, I will go crazy..."

Victor walked towards Ivan slowly, with his short spear across his shoulder, quite comfortable.

"When the time comes, I'm afraid killing thousands of people won't be enough to quell my anger..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tell me, why is there such a big gap between this person and other people?"

"It seems that you are not much older than me. How come your strength is similar to that of those grand masters, but I am a saint? It's strange..."

Victor here is talking nonsense, but Ivan over there has no strength to respond.

"...ahem...just...born in...ahem!"

Victor hated people mentioning his origin the most, so he quickly stepped forward and added another kick, knocking Ivan to the ground again, who had just stood firmer, and then stepped on Ivan's old face, slowly embedded in it. Into the dirt.

"So what? I am just lucky and destined to be a strong man! But you humble ants only deserve to live in the ground... lingering!"

"Haha..." Ivan, half of his face buried in the soil, laughed when he saw Victor was anxious.

"..."

Victor had never seen such an old man who was not strong enough but spoke with daggers in his heart. He took off his feet, thrust his short spear into the ground, grabbed Ivan's chest armor, and lifted him into the air.

"laugh?"

A punch hit Ivan's abdomen, the armor dented, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I'll make you laugh!"

Another punch hit Ivan in the chest.

"I think you can..."

boom!

"How long can you laugh!"

Bang!

Finally, Victor punched Ivan in the face, and Ivan's reaction became weaker and weaker.

"Huh... the old guy is quite durable..."

Seeing that the old man's reaction was weakening, and it seemed that he only had half his life left, Victor took a breath and cursed.

"But... this duel was ruined by you... I originally wanted to do something new..."

Throwing Ivan aside like a dead dog to fend for himself, Victor turned around to get the spear.

I haven’t had enough fun yet... Why not go play with that kid just now...

......

Ivan lay motionless on the ground and could only watch Victor walk away.

...old...really old...

As if unwilling to look at the tragic situation in the direction of the battlefield, Ivan turned his head with difficulty, staring in the direction of Mel City, quietly feeling the passage of life...

Having burned everything, can this be the only thing we can do?

At that moment, the revolving door of decades of his life was completed before Ivan Burgund's eyes.

"Father!"

...Ah...is it Rosalind...

In a trance, Ivan saw his daughter's figure.

In the end, I still can’t let it go in my mind before I die...

"Oh, you kid, you really make me worry..."

......Um?

Why......

Why did the figure of the old leader flash before his eyes before he died?

I haven’t seen him for fifty years, but I can still recognize that majestic figure...