They all call me master

The night wind blew slowly and the dust dispersed.

A strong man over two meters tall appeared where Freeman and Amuir were originally. The man was half-crouched, his huge fists completely submerged into the solid ground. He raised his head, his eyes full of ridicule, dark red. The hair is spread out like this.

However, what attracted the most attention was the scar on the right side of the other person's face.

It was a burn mixed with sword marks.

Jumping up and down with the other person's smile.

Woo!

boom!

Freeman swept his legs across, and after the dull sound of breaking through the air, there was an increasingly dull sound of collision.

The unknown assailant just raised his arm to block the powerful and heavy leg, and his half-crouched figure remained motionless.

Freeman narrowed his eyes and immediately launched a series of fierce attacks.

Woohoo!

The new 'Bloodborn' used his fists and feet together, and every blow had a scalp-numbing sound.

Even the stones would have been shattered under the attack of such a violent storm, but the unknown attackers were able to resist it with ease.

And from beginning to end, it’s just one hand.

Even his half-crouched figure didn't move.

"That's it?

Only in this way?

weak!

too weak! "

The ridicule in the opponent's eyes became more intense, and then he raised his hand and grabbed the fist of the new 'blood descendant', and his fingers began to tighten.

Gah, gah!

With the sound of the knuckle bones shattering, the fist of the new 'blood descendant' turned into mud almost instantly.

But Freeman didn't pay attention at all, and punched him again with his intact left hand.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this punch, the unknown attacker laughed out loud.

"Give me a guy who has brute strength but no skills... huh?"

The unknown assailant killed Freeman accurately and directly.

However, a test tube flew out from the corner.

Snapped!

The test tube shattered, and the green potion turned into mist and floated towards the unknown attacker.

"Child's trick!"

The unknown attacker looked disdainful, then took a deep breath and blew hard.

call!

The air spurting out of the mouth directly rolled the green mist back.

However, there was a light touch in the opponent's hand.

Freeman was dragged by the collar by Amuir and ran away.

The other party looked at his palm in astonishment, then stared at Amuir with bright eyes, licked his lips unconsciously, and let out a weird smile.

"Hey, what an unexpected surprise!"

As he said this, he was about to chase Amuir, but a figure holding two swords blocked his way.

The 'sharp weapon' level sword directly cut open the opponent's figure, and the opponent was cut into two parts in Bob's field of vision, but Bob's expression turned sideways as the blow was effective.

The feeling of the long sword touching the opponent's body was wrong.

Without thinking, Bob brought the sword to the back of his right hand.

Clang!

Just when the former captain of the death squad completed his defense, huge power appeared behind him, and the long sword made of fine iron shattered directly under the opponent's fist.

The fist continued to hit Bob's back without losing momentum.

Bob didn't look back, let alone dodge. Instead, he turned around and slashed back with the sword in his left hand.

Bob knew very well that he couldn't get out of the way.

The strange guy in front of him is too fast, and he has also mastered the secret techniques of 'mirage' that assassins are best at. The more he dodges in front of this kind of enemy, the faster he will die - his fighting instinct tells him, Death must be exchanged for death, and this is also the skill that the Suicide Squad is best at.

Even though it was thirty years ago, how could Bob forget the instinct that had already been imprinted in his soul!

Buzz!

The 'sharp weapon' level sword in his hand bloomed with a faint light.

It was like a crescent moon slashing at the person behind him.

"Um?"

For the first time, surprise appeared in the eyes of the unknown enemy.

However, it was immediately replaced by disdain.

The other person was very surprised that the person in front of him was only one step away from the 'Arkana level', but that was it. For the other person, as long as he was not the 'Arkana level' in the true sense, there was nothing worth caring about.

A sinister smile appeared on his face.

The unknown assailant planned to finish off Bob first and then pursue the two.

Especially Amuir!

What a long night!

Hot air began to appear around the restless unknown attacker.

It's already chilly in South Los Angeles in late autumn.

Especially late at night and in the morning, the cold that penetrates the bone marrow makes people shiver unconsciously.

And now?

This area of ​​Mouse Street seemed to have turned into a midsummer evening.

"It's the 'Arkana level'!

This guy is ‘Scorching Wind’ Greta! "

Amuir, who was escaping, felt such a change, especially when he noticed the hot wind, he immediately thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

‘Scorching Wind’ Greta, born in West Berlin,

He was active along the coast of West Berlin after the 'Seven Years' War' and was famous for robbing ships, kidnapping wealthy businessmen, and being ruthless. The tattoo on his right cheek, in particular, is extremely eye-catching. The mere appearance of it is enough to make people tremble all over, especially Some women would even be worse off than dead.

Because this guy can't be like ordinary people.

Therefore, some perverted practices will always be chosen.

But he suddenly disappeared fifteen years ago. It was rumored that this guy robbed a noble ship and was killed by the guards on the ship.

Everyone thought that the other person was dead, but they didn't expect that the other person was still alive.

Before, Amuir didn't think of each other immediately because his scar covered up his tattoo.

Now that he figured out the other party's identity, he immediately turned pale with fright.

She didn't want to be impaled on a red-hot stove hook!

Still, the Tallinn woman reminded Bob.

And, more potions were thrown out.

She hopes to give some support to Bob who comes to his aid.

"Hahaha, I feel your enthusiasm!

Wait!

I will take good care of you soon! "

Facing the potion thrown by Amuir, 'Scorching Wind' Greta didn't pay attention at all. His hot wind was enough to blow away the poisonous gas.

And what he has to do now is kill Bob.

Raising her hand, 'Scorching Wind' Greta held the long sword between her fingers.

"Come on, harder!"

Greta scoffed viciously.

At the same time, raise your left hand to kill Bob.

But at this moment, a severe crisis appeared in my heart.

Without thinking, Greta raised her hands and crossed them between her eyebrows.

It was at this time——

boom!

Gunshots echoed.

A projectile penetrated Greta's hands and was embedded in the forehead of the 'Scorching Wind'.

"It's so dangerous!

Almost died!

However, if I am not dead, you will be dead——

I'm going to kill you!

I want to kill all the men on this street and fuck all the women! "

Feeling the pain in his palms and forehead, ‘Scorching Wind’ roared again and again.

And with such a roar, a group of illusory flames appeared behind the 'Scorching Wind'.

"'Major Arcana Level'!"

Amuir saw the illusory flame that seemed to be blown out by the wind at any time, and despair appeared in his eyes.

The phantom of flames that seems to be blown out by the wind at any time actually represents...

A natural chasm!

A natural chasm like two worlds!

Without hesitation, the Tallinn woman took out the poison she had prepared for herself.

She would rather die painlessly.

I don’t want to die after being tortured.

but--

Snapped!

A ray of hot wind blew through, and the test tube containing the poison was shattered.

The liquid medicine was immediately evaporated.

Amuir immediately collapsed there. Seeing this scene, 'Scorching Wind' Greta became more and more interested, and he smiled ferociously——

"wanna die?

Not that easy!

Here, my will is the absolute master, even death requires my permission! "

As he said that, the 'Scorching Wind' glanced at Maltz in the distance and Bob in front of him, his eyes full of teasing.

"Are you the subordinates of 'Psychic Medium' Arthur Kratos?

I wonder what his expression will be when he sees your bodies?

Or you can try calling your adult and see if he will come to save you! "

The words full of malice and humiliation made Maltz look cold and reload his ammunition.

Bob took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the sword.

Wiggins pursed his lips tightly. Under Goldfinger's feet, more explosives were spread out, and in Goldfinger's hand was a lit kerosene lamp.

Knowing that he couldn't help, Scott sat in a chair, took out a pen from his jacket pocket, and twisted the pen cap slightly.

Although there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to help, he still wanted to try.

'Is this the end of me?

It's a bit unexpectedly sloppy. ’

The young editor sighed and placed the twisted pen cap on the back of the pen. The sharp pen tip was still stained with some strange ink - ink mixed with snake venom and frog venom.

This is the self-defense weapon the young editor prepared for himself.

Cook held the dagger given by his father tightly at the side. The Sheriff of the Duo District began to take a deep breath. He was adjusting his state. The skills taught by his father came to his mind. He hoped that he could stab out the knife like his father. Such a blow.

As for more?

He didn't think that much.

Haywood is different.

As a farmer, he began to pick up explosives from the floor and stuck them in the pockets of his coat.

He had no extraordinary strength, no extraordinary speed, and no skills, so he chose the most direct method.

Of course, deep down in his heart, this former black-hearted landlord still shouted, "Sir, help me" unconsciously.

But, there was no sound.

Because no one around him made a sound, this former sinister landlord felt that he shouldn't be so unsociable.

‘Scorching Wind’ Greta saw this clearly, laughing so hard that tears flowed out.

"Are you really not going to shout?

Maybe a miracle will happen? "

Greta would always play with her prey like this before killing it.

He would nakedly humiliate the enemy, shatter the opponent's dignity and illusions in his heart, and let the opponent taste the feeling of despair.

However, what surprised Greta was that Amuir, who was lying there, got up, fell to his knees, and actually shouted——

"Mr. Kratos, help me!"

Greta was stunned for a moment, then smiled even wider.

"Hahaha, as a reward, I have decided that I will insert two red-hot stove hooks into your body one after the other!"

‘Scorching Wind’’s words made Amuir more and more desperate.

Because this lady can be sure that the other party is not joking.

Immediately, he shouted in even more panic——

"Mr. Kratos, please help! There is a perverted murderer here!"

"Scream, shout!

It's so sweet! "

‘Scorching Wind’ felt that it was absolutely right for him to come to Nanlos.

How could he have met such an interesting woman if he hadn't come to Nanlos.

For this reason, ‘Scorching Wind’ did not hesitate to cooperate with Amuir.

Greta, who has a bad personality, wants to see more interesting things.

Therefore, ‘Zhuofeng’ said seriously——

"If that guy really answers you at this moment, I will die for you!"

As soon as the words fell, the ‘Zhuo Feng’ could no longer hold his nerve.

Laughed again.

Arthur Kratos?

How could it be here!

If the other party is here, how dare he come!

With a firm thought in his heart, the 'Scorching Wind' who had had enough fun was ready to start the next step of enjoyment.

But at this moment——

"Yeah?"

In the indifferent words, a forty-meter-long pale sword energy fell from the sky.