The battle between the old man and the assassin continued, but it was obvious that he had fallen into a disadvantage.

The magic power consumption of the third-level ice cone is negligible for the eighth-level magic saint, but it is also a kind of consumption. Moreover, in an incomplete state, coupled with the need to defend against the crossbow arrows shot by the opponent, the magic power that was originally not much is decreasing sharply.

There are not a single potion that can supplement magic, but the highest one is only level seven. Currently, the highest pharmacists in the mainland are only level seven, and no one can do it. Moreover, in general, after entering the seventh level, except for a few special professions, there are few situations where fighting spirits or magic cannot support a battle, so most powerful people just get some level six potions for emergency response. For this reason, level five and level six, potions have become the mainstream in the market, and the price is very expensive because of the rare pharmacists, and ordinary magicians cannot afford to consume.

The old man had already drunk the only two bottles of seventh-level potion, which was finally obtained by his king student, but that little magic was still too little for him at the eighth-level.

The entire outer circle of the restaurant was covered with broken ice cones, but it still could not affect the assassin's movement. The black shadows at the corners of the wall seemed to be floating in the air, and they were still changing positions quickly.

"Gaga~, I didn't expect that you actually have two seventh-level potions, but so what? In the end, it just makes me understand my strength better. I have already played enough, so you should give up. I am in a good mood now, and maybe I will let your new student go, hahaha..." The existence I used to look up to is about to die in my own hands. Jelomi Mosili is in a very happy mood at this moment.

Maybe it was too happy, maybe it was intentional, this time Mosili did not let the voice continue to echo. The old man didn't care so much. He seized this opportunity to lock the position of the sound. The strongest magic sixth-level ice seal technique that could be instantly released immediately. If the opponent could be blocked like this, then there would be time to exhaust the overall strength or vitality and launch a fatal attack.

At the corner of the wall, a layer of white frost quickly covered the black shadow, but just as part of the white frost extended upwards and formed thin ice, a crisp cracking sounded, and then a pitch-black figure took off the entire white shadow area. At the same time, two black lights flew out of the figure and headed straight for the old man.

A magic shield was immediately raised, blocking the crossbow arrow, and releasing a thick fog operation without stopping. After hiding behind the pillar next to him, he could only do so. When he heard the sound of thin ice shattering, the old man knew that he had failed. It was not a spell, but the failure of this battle, which was also the end of his career as a Dharma Saint.

"Hahaha... I'm really at level eight. Hum~ If I were still at level seven, the ice sealing technique you released might even kill me directly. Now... Hehe, in order to thank you for letting me understand the strength of level eight, I will take good care of everything you left after death." After confirming his strength, Moxili was extremely excited, but he did not dare to easily escape from the thick fog, because when he was surrounded by the thick fog, he saw the determination in the other person's eyes.

No one dares to underestimate the madness of the magician when his life is about to end. Although he is already a strong man of the same level, Moxili still has no confidence to resist the self-destruction of the mage of the same level. Moreover, he is an assassin who relies on his agile skills to avoid attacks and has no substantial defense ability.

Moheli is an assassin, a powerful eighth-level shadow who has just advanced. The existence at the top of the continent's martial arts is not a crazy and desperate death warrior. The extremely glorious future is waiting for him, so fighting desperate is definitely not what he wants. Only by staying away for the time being and waiting for the other party to exhaust their magic or overdraw their spirits is the wisest choice. Otherwise, the final result is likely to be a death to the death.

The old man was not willing to end his glory like this, but he had no choice. The only thing that made him uneasy was not the newly acquired student Lu Chen, nor his old life, nor the artifact in his hand, but the fear that the artifact would fall into the other party's hands. That would mean that the Kaisting Empire in the north had mastered the artifact.

Once this happens, the balance of the mainland for hundreds of years will be immediately broken. At that time, the land, students, etc. that they have grown and protected will inevitably be poisoned by the war. The old man can only delay time as much as possible and hope that the arrival of Lu Chen, the new student; of course, it is not rescue, but just taking away the artifact, at least not falling into the hands of the enemy.

In this way, the old man and the assassin fell into another game.

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I don’t know how long I have been meditating, but Lu Chen suddenly found that the unknown energy entering his body had decreased, and he felt that his power seemed to have made great progress. He was a little excited and stopped absorbing it immediately and was preparing to test his previous thoughts.

Regardless of whether it was right or not, he grabbed the sword beside him and focused on moving the absorbed power to his right hand and the sword. After a few dozen seconds, Lu Chen swung his strongly with the strongest power...

A slight impact sounded at the edge of the arena. Lu Chen was stunned at first, then ran to the past with some undeniable indecision. After careful inspection and repeated touches with his hands, he found a relatively rough trace on the stones on the edge.

"No, is this the power I swung?" After a quick look, the place where the strike was released was only five or six meters, but only a few traces were left at such a close distance. Looking at such a "destructive power" that was probably not enough to even scratch it, Lu Chen really didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, although it's similar to the toy gun I used to be when I was a child, it's still considered a slash of fighting spirit. Well? Gun... Oh, why am I so idiotic? I don't plan to be a meat shield, why do I use a sword?" Lu Chen seemed to have thought of something, throwing away the long sword in his hand, and running back to the "trash pile".

After a sloppy stroke, he finally found his new target with a laugh, a short one-handed crossbow. "Oh, I actually forgot the difference between the two. It's so unforgivable. Okay, let's try it now."

He didn't have much effort to get on the crossbow strings, picked up a crossbow raft scattered beside him, and entered a state like when he swung his sword. For another ten seconds, Lu Chen aimed at the traces left on the edge of the arena and pulled the expansion machine.

First, there was a "whisper" sound of a crossbow arrow breaking through the air, and then a "du" tap. Lu Chen rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then walked closer to the location of the crossbow arrow in an incredible way, and then his face was filled with great joy.

The crossbow arrow was accurately nailed to the traces left before. Half of the nearly 20 cm arrow body was buried in the stone. Not only did these, with the crossbow arrow as the center, there was also a depression in the surrounding diameter of half a meter. How much impact is needed to achieve this!

"Is this really caused by my power? I'm considered a superman when I put it on the earth. Ordinary bullets don't seem to be that powerful." Lu Chen looked at the sunken stone brick in a daze, and the liquid that normal people shouldn't have hanging on his mouth that could not be found, as if the movie was paused.

"What level of power is this? It would be great if it was level 3. Damn, I'm stupid again, just go and check with the old man for confirmation." Thinking of this conservatively, Lu Chen ran to the weapons pile to find the crossbow arrow. When he was about to walk towards the stairs, he thought of something and copied the sword before leaving.

"Looking at what I looked just now, my shooting talent should be pretty good. It should be more than enough to be a archer. If one is not good, I might become a mage killer. Hehe, yes, it's a mage killer. Even the old man can't feel my power, so it's even more impossible for others to notice it. Hiding in the dark and secretly giving someone an arrow. Haha, another world version of sniper... Well, you have to find a way to get a super long-range crossbow..."

While climbing up the stairs, Lu Chen was yelling a bright future, not knowing that he was marching towards the official residence of the God of Death.

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Time did not run wildly, the old man and the assassin's confrontation did not last long, and the thick fog was still invisible, without any sign of dissipation.

For an assassin, patience is one of the essential qualities, but at this time Moxili may not be able to calm down because of the great achievements he is about to obtain. However, the necessary reason in his heart suppressed that impulse and only insulted the old man with echoing vicious words.

"...Old guy, is it meaningful to delay your time like this? Forget it, I might hurt me, hahaha... Give up, how about I leave you a whole body? I believe your complete body will be more valuable... Hehe, I really want to see how your students look when they see your body being well preserved on the tower of the Kaisting Imperial Capital. It must be very interesting... By the way, there is also the newly accepted student you just now, it seems that even a first-level attendant is not even a first-level attendant. Don't worry, I will let him accompany you to the underworld to continue studying, and there is someone who can serve you, haha..."

The old man didn't say anything about Moheli's words, and he knew that the other party in the thick fog was looking for his position, so he could use crossbow arrows or other means to attack. At the same time, he also understood that the other party had guessed his last attack method, so he did not dare to expose his position easily, and he dared not get close. He could only wait for his magic to run out.

"I almost forgot that one of your students seems to be a princess. I heard that she is very beautiful, known as the Flower of Finesh, or something. The princes in our country seem to have been coveting her beauty. You said that if she knew that your body was in Kaisting, would she change her body? It's so troublesome. From your perspective, which of the princes in our country deserves her... Don't you know? Then you can only choose it yourself. Hehe, after 'trying' every prince, there should be a decision. Should I let her try it too? Although I am older, my heroism is still there..."

"You..." The old man finally couldn't help but speak out. What Moheli said was his favorite student and the first student. Even at that time, he accepted the current King Finesh as his student because of the closest reason he was with this little sister.

At almost the same time, two crossbow arrows were accurately nailed to the pillar where the old man was leaning on, making the old man's voice quiet again.

But just when the old man and the assassin were secretly glad and the other sighed in vain, the door of the restaurant opposite the old man was opened with a creaking sound.
Chapter completed!