Leaving the back garden, I walked briskly to Wren's house.

Pushing open the door, I stepped in and called, "Wren, I'll ......"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a strong wind hit in front of him.

At this moment, there were no lights on in the room, and the curtains everywhere were also covered solidly, and there was no light at all, and the eyes were not adapted to the darkness, so it was impossible to tell who this strong wind came from for a while.

Subconsciously, I drew my knife out of its sheath and slashed diagonally with the sound of the strong wind.

This knife does not seek to kill people, but just wants to resolve the immediate crisis, so the strength of the wrist is a little less.

But the wind stopped before my blade, and then it turned, changed angles, and stabbed me under the ribs.

Under the ribs is the weak point and fatal point of any adventurer, looking at his strength, if this blow hits, I am bound to lose more than half of my combat effectiveness, and if I don't get it right, I will be hit hard.

frowned, my heart instantly cooled, no matter who you are, as long as you think about taking my life, I will not show mercy to my subordinates.

As soon as I moved, my body popped out of the door, and at the same time, I saw that the strong wind was like a bone appendage, moving closely with my body, and the agile body and movements were no worse than mine.

By the moonlight, I could see the man's form, but I couldn't see his face—he was covering his face.

Dressed in dark tights, he set off a healthy and sturdy body, holding a short blade in his left hand, which was shining in the cold light in the moonlight, and although he did not hold a sharp blade in his right hand, he carried a pair of metal gauntlets, which were obviously made of stainless steel, and the cold light reflected was not at all as bad as the short blade.

Who is this guy?

Why at home in Rennes?

Moreover, judging by his appearance, he should also be an assassin, could it be an assassin sent to assassinate Wren?

After fighting for a long time, there was no sound in the room, could it be that Wren and the others had been assassinated?

Or did they not come back at all, and this person was waiting here all this time, and I happened to bump into him?

In an instant, so many thoughts flooded into my mind, and I couldn't help but frown.

The soles of my feet touched the ground, I did not hesitate to swing the knife and slash, although it was night now, but after all, there was moonlight, and the moonlight was quite bright, I could clearly see the every move of the person in front of me, as long as his every move could still be captured by me, I would have the power to fight.

With that man's size, I will not be able to cut him with this sword, but I will still swing it, because it will force him back.

As long as the distance between him and me is always about one sword, whether he throws a concealer or a flying knife, I can almost dodge it - of course, I can't dodge it with that kind of speed, but I can avoid the vital parts completely.

Sure enough, the man was forced half a step away by my blade, and the moment he withdrew half a step, his body shook and began to circle around me.

The degree of his circle was not fast at first, and it was easily recognizable to the naked eye, but as time passed, his footwork became faster and faster, and his figure gradually became blurred by the night.

If it was daytime, I would still be able to use the strong sunlight to break his blurred shadows, but now it is night, and he is still wearing dark clothes, and those blurred shadows have become his 'sharp weapon' to confuse my vision, and for a while, my naked eyes can't distinguish which ones are real and which ones are phantoms.

If I can't tell with the naked eye, I can only tell with my ears, after all, these illusions are created by a person, and it is impossible for sound to deceive me.

I squinted slightly, focusing all my attention on my ears, sensing the direction of the person who was circling me.

His steps were light, but there was still a sound, and those rustling sounds sounded like GPS signals in my ears, sending me his position at any time.

After four breaths, I locked onto him in the phantom, staring at the phantom for half a second, and then slashed towards the phantom.

I could hear a metallic clash, and my straight knife was grabbed by the man with his gauntlet, and at the same time, his figure rioted, and the short blade in his other hand stabbed at my lower abdomen.

I snorted, drew my knife sharply, pulled the blade out of his gauntlet, turned around to block, and instantly blocked the short blade that stabbed me, followed by a knee that slammed into the man's lower abdomen.

The man was also unambiguous, and he could force his lower abdomen to contract up while moving forward, which was able to avoid my sudden blow.

Then, the two of us began to fight back and forth.

After fighting with each other for nearly half an hour, I felt a little weakened, but the figure and movements of the person in front of me did not weaken in the slightest.

What a great assassin!

I thought so to myself.

It's not an option, and if I have to fight for a few more hours, I'll have to be drained by him!

With that in mind, I was ready to push him away with a few strong moves, and then try to shake him off.

Until now, I didn't plan to kill him with killing intent, mainly because he didn't show me the slightest killing intent.

It's easy to hide the killing intent in life, but it's difficult to hide the killing intent in battle, because while fighting, people will involuntarily reveal their inner thoughts, which is inevitable.

But we fought for about half an hour, and I didn't see him kill me even once, which shows that he didn't want to take my life, since you don't plan to take my life, I don't want to kill you with malice, simply, think of a way, find a flaw to escape, this is the best policy.

After making up my mind, I turned my wrist, strengthened it, slashed violently, then turned around, slashed again, and forced him more than a meter away.

Then the knife pointed to the ground and said coldly: "Who is Your Excellency?" Why is it at my friend's house? ”

The man didn't continue the pursuit, a pair of eyes shining in the moonlight, just quietly confronted me, about half a minute or so, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, I'm lurking in my own house, can't I?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled the mask, and behind the mask was a familiar face, which turned out to be Wren!

"His grandmother's is your old boy!" I burst into foul language: "I was worried about killing me just now, and I thought you were killed!" ”

Wren laughed and said, "This huge moonlight city, the people who can really forcibly kill me can be counted on two hands, and you are one of them." ”

"Don't be funny," I stepped forward and said, "I can't beat you, I've already verified it just now." ”

"Who said it was beaten?" Wren smiled: "If it is a real sword and real gun comparison, you are far from being my opponent now." ”

(End of chapter)

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