Chapter 370: Damn, are you a woman? (1)

Ron couldn't help but feel strange.

The system will not issue tasks easily, but once the system issues a task, it means that the enemy to be faced this time has the ability to kill him, and Ron cannot afford to be negligent.

The rewards for tasks vary depending on the difficulty of the task.

Relative to the strength at the time, the more powerful the enemy and the more difficult the task, the greater the rewards will be.

For an item like Ostara's Fragments, which records a large amount of the Goddess of Dawn's magic, the difficulty of the task is naturally self-evident.

Ron had obviously experienced this kind of mission many times, but this one was definitely the strangest.

The assassin on the opposite side also stared at Ron with his eyes wide open. Ron read a kind of doubt in those eyes. She seemed to be very curious about how he found her trace.

Although he did not use invisibility, his own aura had already been suppressed to the extreme. His heartbeat and breathing were almost stagnant, and he hardly released any aura. Could it be just a pure coincidence? Several thoughts instantly emerged in the assassin's little head.

Soon, he shook his head and suppressed the messy thoughts in his mind. He had to kill this man as soon as possible no matter what. Since a sneak attack failed, he would use his own strength to eliminate him.

He is still very confident in his own abilities.

It's a pity that the carefully prepared mother tree pollen was wasted. The smoke made from the mother tree pollen can stun all life in the world in just a few seconds, even dragons are no exception. Even with his noble status, he didn't have much of this pollen on hand. It's a pity that the smoke fell to the ground before it could take effect.

Calm down.

The rookie assassin's eyes flickered slightly, and the next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

A breeze blew in his face, and Ron's pupils shrank slightly. He quickly took a step to the side. With a "swish", the strange dagger that looked like a leaf almost brushed Ron's throat and was about to chop off Ron's head.

This sneak attack instantly made Ron put away his contempt for the assassin.

Although he looks clumsy and inexperienced, his strength is definitely strong enough.

His speed was so fast that even Ron was a little shocked. Just now, even with Ron's strength, it was difficult to completely capture the assassin's figure. Only a few residual images were left in front of his eyes.

The power of wind.

This assassin's control over the energy of the wind element has reached an astonishing level. He uses wind-attributed magic to attach to his body and weapons, allowing himself to have the speed of the wind.

The assassin didn't seem to expect that his move would fail, but there was only a slight surprise in his eyes, but he was not discouraged at all. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and with a buzzing sound, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared around Ron.

Clone.

It's the clone technique again.

However, it was completely different from the clone technique that Holt had used before.

Each of Holt's clones is a separate individual with 80% of the original's strength. Although the assassin in front of him has more clones, they are pure illusions and are simply a means to interfere with the target's vision.

It has to be admitted that this method is quite effective. For a moment, Ron was dazzled. The sky was full of assassins. The daggers flashed layers of cold light, like overlapping waves, cutting into all the fatal parts of Ron's body.

Ron exhaled, "Delayed!"

As the voice fell, a circle of invisible ripples quickly spread out in all directions.

The time within a five-meter radius around him instantly fell into Ron's control.

The figure that was originally as swift as the wind suddenly slowed down. The assassins obviously noticed the abnormality, and obvious horror flashed in their eyes.

Then, Ron's right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the face of the figure in front of him. He didn't even look at the other clones around him. It was obvious that he found the original body at a glance.

This scene shocked the assassin even more. His clone technique had been practiced to the highest level. The clones he created were almost indistinguishable from his original body. Even the chief priest of the clan could not tell the difference. How did he do it? Could it be that this guy was even more powerful than the chief priest?

He is a legendary nine-star master.

How could this poor assassin know that Ron's strength could not be calculated according to his own realm? If it weren't for the fact that he had placed seals on his body one after another to avoid being targeted by the shackles of fate and forcibly suppressed his destructive power to the legendary nine-star level, otherwise, with Ron's current strength, this assassin might have to endure devastating pressure just by getting close.

However, although the destructive power was sealed and suppressed, its own perception ability was not affected.

In the face of absolute strength, the interference of the clone technique is completely useless and is not even a trivial trick.

Five fingers grabbed towards the assassin's face. He was not in a hurry to kill the assassin. Instead, he wanted to take off the assassin's mask to see who was so bored that he wanted to kill him.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As the fingers got closer and closer to his face, the assassin's eyes clearly showed some panic.

She wanted to control her body's tendency to rush forward, but the thoughts in her mind had become very slow, and her body seemed to be out of control. Every thought seemed to take a lot of time, and she could only watch Ron's fingers getting closer and closer to her.

Swish! Whoosh! The assassin's body broke free from the slow restraints and retreated violently.

But the black veil was also removed from the assassin's face.

A small, delicate and lovely face appeared in front of Ron. The black hair was tied up and scattered, and a pair of long, pointed, white ears passed through the black hair, which was the symbol of an elf.

Ron was slightly stunned: "Fuck, you are a woman?"

His gaze involuntarily fell on the woman's chest. Wow, there actually are women in this world who can be this flat. No wonder this woman is so strong. It is very likely that she transferred the talent in her chest to cultivation.

The assassin, who was just about to launch the next round of attack, was stunned for a moment when he heard these words and felt Ron's impolite gaze. Then his whole body began to tremble violently. A flush instantly spread along his slender neck to his entire face, and his two long, pointed ears began to tremble uncontrollably.

There was a pair of big emerald green eyes that contained shame, anger, and a fierce murderous intent.

Before, it was just a task for her.

But now, she really had the urge to tear this man's mouth open.

Chapter 1

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