Xu Feng stared at Masev with a look of admiration in his eyes. The two defensive skills were released almost instantly without any distinction between the first and the last. Only high-level apostles have such ability. When mid-level apostles perform the two skills, there will always be a gap of one or two seconds between them, which can easily create flaws and be taken advantage of by the enemy.

"Massev is a high-level apostle. I'm afraid his methods are more than that. He is waiting for the enemy to appear. Once he finds the enemy's trace, he will definitely launch a violent attack on the enemy!" Xu Feng said in his heart.

In his previous life, Xu Feng was also a mage. Although he and Masef were not of the same profession, the attack and defense methods of magic professions were similar, and similar traces could be found in the skills released.

At this moment, an old man wearing tattered cloth with a piece of leather felt hanging on the front, holding a whetstone in his left hand and a long knife in his right hand, appeared in front of everyone.

The old man has white hair and beard, his face is full of wrinkles, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes!

He suddenly appeared in front of everyone, as if he had teleported. Even Masev didn't notice how the old man appeared, and his face was full of vigilance.

Swish~ The old man rubbed the broken long knife in his hand hard on the whetstone. The harsh sound rang in everyone's ears again, like a needle piercing everyone's ears. For a moment, screams were heard. The previous friction sound came from the old man's hand.

"Knife sharpener?" Morsef seemed to recognize the old man and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Knife Sharpener, what is that?" Carrie frowned and asked in a low voice to the assistant beside him who had a grim look on his face.

"It is a very mysterious neutral organization. It is said that it appears once every ten years. Every time it appears, a very serious event will happen in the world..." Linda said in a low voice with a serious look on her face: "The black plague incident three years ago is said to be related to this neutral organization..."

"What? The Black Plague? The Black Plague that almost destroyed the entire Witch Valley?" A look of fear appeared on Carrie's face. He just wanted to recruit a few potential subordinates and develop his own power in the Far East, but he didn't want to have anything to do with such a neutral organization like a terrorist organization.

For a moment, Carrie wanted to back down, and he slowly put the gem that had been in a state of being ready to be activated back into the space.

This orb is called the Sealing Orb, and it has the ability to temporarily seal high-level apostles. This is also what Carrie prepared in order to deal with the escort teachers who protect Xu Feng and other players. However, the Sealing Orb can only seal one high-level apostle at a time, and three of them have appeared in front of him. Among the four forces, Carrie is the weakest one. Once a conflict occurs, his side will probably be the first to be destroyed.

"Prepare to retreat..." Carrie whispered, and gestured to the speedboats around him.

"Among these people, I only want one successor, the rest can be given to you!" The old man glanced at the ship and his eyes swept over Xu Feng, which immediately made Xu Feng feel frightened.

Masev stared at the old man with fierce eyes. As a dark wizard, he had never been threatened like this before.

"What if I say no?" Masev said viciously. He would not retreat weakly just because of the other party's words.

The old man did not speak, but looked at Massef calmly. The next moment, the old man's figure suddenly became invisible, and suddenly appeared in front of Massef, a few dozen meters away, as if he had teleported directly.

Boom, boom, boom~ The five fireballs that were slowly rotating around Masev were triggered at the same time and flew towards the old man. However, these five fireballs exploded one foot away from the old man.

This is a third-level spell, but it is obvious that as a high-level apostle, Massev has practiced this third-level spell to the pinnacle, and its power is enough to rival that of a sniper rifle!

After firing a beam of hot rays, Massev's figure swayed slightly. For a moment, dozens of Massev's phantoms appeared in the air. The phantoms gradually solidified. Looking around, it seemed as if more than a dozen Massevs appeared at the same time.

Each Masef was chanting a different spell, as if he was releasing a different spell. A terrifying aura continued to emanate from these figures, as if each figure was real and released real spells and skills! "Go to hell!"

All the Masevs roared at the same time, and dozens of different spells flew towards the ball of fire in the air. The roar was endless, and a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky. Violent energy raged in the air, and the marine life within dozens of miles were terrified and moved away from this area.

"Let's get out of here!" Fan Xiong whispered to the captain.

The ship carrying the contestants began to slowly sail away from the area. At the same time, the energy released in the air slowly calmed down, the smoke dissipated, and the old man known as the Knife Sharpener was standing there intact, looking at Masef with cold eyes.

"This is impossible!" The dozen or so Masevs floating in the air showed horror on their faces at the same time. No high-level apostle could remain unscathed after taking on such a violent attack head-on.

"Everything you do is meaningless!" The knife sharpener whispered, and in an instant his figure flashed again and appeared in front of Massev, and the broken long knife in his hand also chopped towards Massev! Swish~ Just like a hot knife cutting into butter, with an imperceptible cutting sound, the energy shield on the surface of Massev's body was directly split in half by the broken long knife in the knife sharpener's hand, and at the same time, one of Massev's arms was also split.

"I only want one successor, and the rest can be given to you!"

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The old man, who succeeded in his attack, did not pursue the victory, but retreated and looked at Maserf calmly.

Masev's face was grim, and gray-black mist kept gushing out of the wound on his left shoulder. Even his chopped-off left hand turned into countless insects, rushing into his mouth.

After a moment, Masev's left arm began to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As he looked at the knife sharpener, the stitches on Maserf's face began to turn red, looking as if long dark red worms were crawling all over his face.

"Okay, just one person, the rest are mine!" After a moment, Masev gritted his teeth and said.

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(End of this chapter)