I seem to be an evil god

"Be careful, your opponent is not the boy I faced. His sword has seen blood."

Before the officer in yellow went up, the officer in black with the knife reminded him.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

The officer in yellow flicked the dagger, and the blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, made a crisp buzzing sound.

"As an assassin, I have never been afraid of anyone."

The two sides stood still on the ring. Edward held a short sword in each hand, and the officer in yellow had a dagger flying between his two palms.

"Boy, do you really love money?"

The officer in yellow said with a smile: "You will lose to me on purpose later, how about I give you a generous gift?"

"Ha!" Edward sneered, "If I win you, the academy will give me more."

"Really? That's such a pity!"

At the end of the sentence, the officer in yellow had already shouted, but at this time he had already dwarfed forward and stabbed Edward's left waist with the dagger.

"Ha! A child's trick!"

Edward slashed down with his left sword, blocking the dagger thrust by the officer in yellow horizontally. At the moment when the two blades collided, the officer in yellow's palm flipped over, and the thin dagger was instantly sucked into the palm of his free right hand. At this time, Edward's left arm drew the sword. , right under the edge of the dagger.

Bliss!

In a hurry, Edward blocked the attack with his right sword, and the dagger and dagger collided and passed each other.

The two stepped away, and a three-finger-long wound was scratched on Edward's left arm. His half-broken sleeve was torn off. Edward looked coldly at the officer in yellow.

"The knife strike just now did not conform to the rules of attack."

The officer in yellow was silent. Although Edward had no intelligence weaknesses, some of his little habits when taking action could still be summed up.

"Despicable lord, I will give you a tough blow."

After that, Edward stabbed at close range, and the two fought again. However, the officer in yellow suddenly discovered that Edward's attack method had completely changed. If he dealt with it according to the method summarized before, Edward would definitely cut his throat.

genius! Undisputed genius!

The officer in yellow silently forgot the routine he had prepared before, and could only rely on his instinctive experience to fight Edward. As the saying goes, every inch is short and every inch is dangerous. The two master assassins would collide dozens of times with every breath.

The students watched intently, and even their breathing began to be suppressed unconsciously. There was only the sound of the collision of swords and daggers in the arena. No one wanted to disturb such a wonderful duel.

After five hundred moves, the two sides ducked and retreated again. They were ten steps apart and looked at each other while panting.

In the past few minutes, both of them had attacked with all their strength, and every attack had exploded with all their strength. As long as the power of any attack was weaker than that of the opponent, a flaw would inevitably be caught.

The unreserved all-out attack made both men's arms ache.

The officer in yellow complained in his heart that the arena was really an unfriendly place for assassins. His best shadow power was of no use here, and hiding his body was just a matter of delaying time.

In fact, Edward thought so in his heart. If he were in the wild, he would have escaped to the shadow plane and killed him with a backstab.

The two regained their strength and immediately fought together again. The symphony from the collision of blades sounded again, and the students watched in fascination.

After ten minutes of this, the two separated again and recovered. Edward and the officer in yellow were both figures who had been immersed in the assassins for a long time. The strong physical fitness of the professionals made all attacks except for the vital points meaningless. During the duel, each of them slashed the other dozens of times, but those wounds would heal in just a moment.

This kind of physical quality that is extremely difficult to kill is the basis for professionals to fight for a long time.

Both of them are assassins, their attack power is almost the same, and there is almost no difference in their skills. If they continue to fight like this, unless one party makes a huge mistake, it will never end.

Understanding this, the officer in yellow took out a golden fruit, put it in his mouth and took a bite. Then, his breath quickly recovered. At this time, Edward had only recovered half of his inner breath.

"Hush!" "Hush!"

The students shouted loudly in the audience, but the officer in yellow looked calm. He was not a gladiator who came to compete, but a soldier who completed the mission and did not pursue indifferent fairness.

"Unfortunately, you are going to lose."

The process of walking towards Edward was very short, but the officer in yellow wanted to say a few more words, "You are a very good assassin. You are welcome to report to the Royal Guards after today."

"You think you're sure to win?"

The officer in yellow smiled and said nothing. Internal breath is the basis for determining the physical strength of a professional. When the internal breath is sufficient, a professional's physical fitness must be improved by at least 30%. At this time, he has half more internal breath than Edward. As long as After surviving the initial period of time, Edward, who was exhausted of internal energy, was by no means his opponent.

"Heh." Edward stopped his hands to recover and threw the sword blade to the ground.

"You gave up?" The officer in yellow had a little disappointment in his eyes.

"Ha! You cheating piece of shit will take advantage of me!"

In an instant, Edward stretched his hands to his waist and pulled out two alchemy pistols. The officer in yellow's pupils shrank, and he crouched down urgently. At the same time, he stepped on the ground with his feet and rushed towards Edward like an arrow from a string.

Damn! Damn!

Two blazing bullets flew past the officer in yellow's back, leaving two burnt red marks. The officer in yellow gritted his teeth, Edward was right in front of him!

clang!

The noon bell rang, and the officer in yellow stopped in his tracks. Between his brows, there was a cold barrel of a gun.

On Edward's waist, two pistols that had not yet cooled down were firmly placed in the gun bag. At this time, Edward's left and right hands had been replaced with two brand new alchemical firearms.

"I'm not surprised! I'm not surprised! I can use four pistols at the same time, you cheating piece of shit!~"

"You are obviously an assassin, why do you have alchemical weapons?"

The officer in yellow had a bitter voice. He had been trying to pry open the shadow plane, but his connection with the shadow was blocked by a more powerful shadow force.

This kind of shadow power is so powerful that it can never be produced by an assassin with two professions.

"Because I keep pace with the times! Do you know where this is? I have 800 friends in the alchemy department. The pile of pistols they give me every day can drown you!"

In the stands, other teachers looked at Albert with disdain. Albert covered his face with his hands and shouted with self-deprecation: "I didn't teach him this! Am I the kind of person who deliberately teaches students to spit out fragrance?" ? He often calls me "I" in private, if you don't believe me, ask him yourself!"

"Ha!" The female teacher Abdel sneered, "The teacher's ethics are corrupt."

"Diel, even you misunderstood me!" "Why are you so intimate? Get out! I don't know you!"

A sitcom is being performed on the central stand. Offstage, the last game has begun. At this time, the score of the two sides is 4:5. The Professional Academy is leading by one person. If the top-ranked demon hunter Eljo wins, then the next round will be The game is four against six, and the college will definitely win.

The officer who finally walked up was wearing a dark green military uniform. He was tall and had a strong aura. There was a corrosive scar on his left eye.

"You are no match for me." Aizhuo said calmly.

"Yes," the officer admitted frankly, "but you have a weakness."