Ultimate Assassin System

The characteristics of close combat are very distinct, such as speed and intensity. And because the space is small, the moves are usually killing moves. Life or death can be decided in minutes. It is extremely exciting. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a game for the brave.

At the same time, because of these characteristics, once a close combat circle is formally formed, it becomes extremely difficult for outsiders to intervene due to fear of accidental injury.

Therefore, Wen Silin and others were worthy of being air-level experts who had experienced hundreds of battles and had seen big scenes. They did not rush to encircle and suppress them, but chose to seal off the surrounding area as soon as possible.

Of course, in doing so, they also believed in their companion, the expressionless Mr. Fei.

In fact, Mr. Fei lived up to the trust of several people, and even exceeded their expectations...

To be honest, I'm a little disappointed. He raised his hand, and the icy blue awn suddenly bloomed, covering the entire street in an instant and sweeping the audience. It was as if a powerful storm was coming, and debris all around was swirling and flying in all directions, making the scene spectacular for a moment.

There is no passive defense waiting for companions to help, nor is there fear of close combat or flying to avoid. Fei Lao seemed extremely confident and immediately chose to counterattack. The strong demeanor of an air-level warrior was clearly visible.

Failure to hit a single blow and fleeing in an instant is the normal way for an assassin to do so. However, Tang En, who was shrouded in blue light, did not do this. Instead, he raised his dagger, his body flashed ghostly around the tall old man, and thousands of blades struck out like a rain of light hitting banana trees, as if he wanted to kill the target by force.

However, ding ding ding... Fei Lao looked even more disappointed. He allowed the dense blade light to strike everywhere on his body, shining like countless sparks of metal, but remained motionless. Shaking his head: My body skills are good, my speed is okay...but my strength is too poor and my strength is too low. What's especially serious is that I don't know how to assess the situation. I'm impulsive and stupid. It's really - a mess!

no answer. Tang En was still attacking with his head, as if he was expecting any knife to penetrate the old man's defense.

Your mother, let's do it... Although it was pleasant to hear it, Wen Silin was more concerned about such a great opportunity, the opportunity to kill Tang En in one fell swoop, and couldn't help but secretly complained anxiously.

It seemed that he heard what Wen Silin was thinking, and it seemed that Mr. Fei was angered by this object that was more fragile than imagined. The gap was too big. There is a sense of shame of being played. After criticizing one word after another, without hesitation, he clasped his hands, letting the light of the blade go straight into the heart of Zhongmen Dakong, and suddenly pushed out,

Wow... His robes stirred, and ice-blue cylindrical lights burst out between his palms, like surging ocean waves, lapping crazily, one wave higher than the next, instantly drowning Tang En's figure who had no time to escape.

Although there is some contempt in the words. But people like Fei Lao who have rich experience will naturally not be careless in battle. To take action is to go all out. This icy blue Doumang, like the turbulent waves, is the purest fighting spirit. It does not involve any tricks, and it is all about using force to overwhelm others.

This is what is called one force bringing down ten wisdoms. In the face of truly powerful power, all conspiracies, tricks, movement speed, etc. are all just a cloud.

Facts have proved that Fei Lao was not too cautious at all. Just when the columnar beam was about to cross the entire street, Tang En's figure suddenly struggled out of it, staggering and about to fall. Immediately afterwards, boom... the abandoned old building behind him became a substitute victim, and was instantly hit from the front by the icy blue Doumang. The debris and rotten wood immediately flew everywhere, bursting and shattering.

Let's end this battle that lacks suspense... Shaking his head in disappointment, Fei Lao rushed forward, ignoring the stabbing dagger, and struck down the thunder with his right palm with a violent fighting light, instantly destroying Tang En's fragile defense and hitting the top of his head.

Boom... Doumang exploded wildly, and strong winds overflowed. The gravel and wood that had just splashed out were immediately swept back, and the place was cleared instantly. Except for Mr. Fei who had not withdrawn his palm, there was no other figure within a few feet of him. It seemed that Tang En had been blown away by the power of this palm.

Silence, Dead...dead. Just...dead?

The fight between the two sides actually didn't last long. The battle ended almost as soon as Wen Silin and others took up their positions and raised their heads. This situation was undoubtedly beyond everyone's expectations. After the two air-level old men looked at each other in surprise, they turned to look at Wen Silin with a strange expression... This is what you have emphasized a hundred times that you are strong in close combat and can withstand the sword god. A fierce man with a sword? Uh...are you kidding? Or is Master Sword God joking?

Of course Wen Silin was not joking. In fact, his visible shock was obviously much stronger than that of the two air-level old men. He looked down blankly, his expression full of confusion.

Yes, not ecstatic, but confused!

died? He died like that? It shouldn't be... Wen Silin subconsciously grabbed his hair and was confused. He had suffered a big loss at the hands of Tang En. Even though he expressed dissatisfaction with his words, he actually recognized the opponent's strength in his heart. When I came here, I had thought about all kinds of unexpected situations, and I had made all the preparations I could think of, including the mental preparation for a hard fight and ultimately a tragic victory or even failure...

The only thing I never thought about was the possibility of easily defeating him. This seemed to him to be a completely impossible thing, and it was pointless to dream about it. But now this situation happened, and it was still under his nose.

This feels so sad...

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Wen Silin and others, who were in a state of shock and could not recover at all, did not see that. Also shocked was Mr. Fei below.

But unlike the target of their shock, Mr. Fei was not surprised by Tang En's death, but was confused by the wave of his hand just now. Just now, it seemed that there was no feeling of hitting the real thing...it was light and airy, like taking a shadow?

His expression suddenly changed, That's not right! Before he finished speaking, suddenly,

Ah—— the miserable howl resounded through the sky!

The scream came from the sky on the left, and the person guarding there was a fat old man. In fact, he didn't realize what happened at all. But in the previous moment, he suddenly felt that the temperature around him dropped sharply, and it was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Killing intent? !

The mind failed to respond, but the nerves that had experienced many battles fired first, causing the body to tilt to the side. Immediately, the slightly fat old man felt a sudden coldness on his right shoulder, and his blood spurted out. He watched helplessly as his entire arm was broken at shoulder level and thrown into the sky.

Open your mouth - scream - retreat violently!

Damn it! Mr. Fei was the first to react. He turned around and saw the figure who had been hit on the top of his head just now. At some point, he had appeared next to the fat old man. He coldly waved his dagger and cut it off. arm.

Don't retreat— Looking at the fat old man who subconsciously retreated suddenly, Fei Lao, who had already risen into the air, suddenly became anxious. Although he didn't know what he was fighting with just now and what strange situation happened. But it is a fact that Tang En is not dead, which means that the other party is indeed not simple. Thinking back to Wen Silin's previous reminder, the opponent was extremely fast... Now the fat old man subconsciously chose to retreat. Not only could he not avoid the opponent's pursuit, but he would also lengthen the distance between them, making it difficult to rescue him.

Fight against, fight against... eh?

Sure enough, Fei Lao, who was yelling anxiously, suddenly became startled. He saw Tang En suddenly flash in the air, and instantly came to the side of the fat old man who retreated dozens of feet away. He swung his dagger and sprinkled countless blades of light. In an instant, Bring up the blood. Immediately afterwards, he flashed again, following like a shadow, and instantly came to the side of the fat old man, and continued to swing the dagger...

It was not that the fat old man didn't fight back, but his fight back was too slow. Before he could land a punch, he was hit by more than ten knives. Before his fighting spirit could be unleashed, the blade light had already reached the vital point. He could only hide or retreat. He kept dodging and retreated in panic...

Teleport...teleport? Wen Silin and others finally saw what close combat in the air was, and finally understood how Angelo died before. With such a completely undefendable means of teleportation, it was almost impossible not to be approached. But once you get close, you will be suppressed to death, with little power to fight back!

How to fight this?

Don't retreat! Come here, come here...damn it! roared angrily. Wen Silin and the others had never felt that their speed was so slow. He couldn't catch up with the plump old man who retreated violently, let alone Tang En who seemed to be teleporting. He could only hang behind and struggle to catch up, watching his companions being suppressed but unable to help.

The fat old man seemed to be completely stunned and couldn't listen to any warnings at all. Screaming again and again, like a hare being chased by a cheetah, the only thought in his mind is to escape, keep running away, as far as possible, as far away as possible from this demon that is like a tarsal maggot next to him...

But this is bound to be just a delusion!

The system guy is very considerate and sent me the teleportation skills on the other side in a timely manner. Now, Tang En has completely replaced his guns with earthly cannons. He no longer has to be like before. Even if he encounters cats and dogs who are not as powerful as himself, as long as he can fly, he can only watch and be beaten passively...

Although he still can't fly, he no longer has any resentment about it. From the other side, in the sky and on the ground, as long as they are within range, they can arrive in an instant and carry out attacks.

Furthermore, Tang En also paid a price for creating the current fighting environment - the shadow clone was blasted to pieces by the tall old man. Although Tang En would not be injured, injuries were inevitable.

This is a skill limit and cannot be changed. Fortunately, the effect was good. Wen Silin and others, who had never seen such strange martial arts before, were instantly shocked and stunned...

And since he paid a heavy price, how could Tang En let the fat man on his lips, that is, the fat old man, escape?

An instant - for a master, an instant is enough to determine the outcome of a battle!

Taking advantage of your illness, I will kill you and pursue you fiercely!

The fat old man was in a state of confusion and had completely lost the idea of ​​resistance. In addition to subconsciously blocking vital points, defense has become extravagant. Like a weak woman who had her clothes stripped off, she could do nothing but scream...

This feeling of being at a loss was very unfamiliar to the fat old man. To be precise, he has never been so embarrassed since he reached the empty level. When did you take action, did you not treat the opponent like an ant in the midst of applause, and take life and death?

But now, he feels like he has become that tiny ant...

And then, more and more fear!

…………(To be continued...)