726: C726 A Funny Assassin(part I)

C726 A Funny Assassin(part I)

Lin Hao calmly walked to one side and watched the battle between the man and the wolf with interest.2

Middle-grade Martial Master was worthy of being called Middle-grade Martial Master. He could even resist the Guoshang Wolf's innate ability for a long time. Even though the Guoshang Wolf had received Lin Hao's order, it wasn't in a hurry to kill the Martial Master.

Fortunately, there was the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Otherwise, Lin Hao would have fallen here today's battle.

After the previous battle, Lin Hao was able to clearly understand the bottom line of his strength. If Lin Hao were to fight a First Level Martial Master now, he would be able to easily win.

However, if he were to encounter a second grade martial master, he would have no choice but to use a trump card like a Buddhist martial skill. Only then would he be able to barely obtain victory.

However, if he wanted to fight a Middle-grade Martial Master now, even if he was only a level 4 Martial Master, it was definitely not something Lin Hao could deal with. At the very least, it was not possible for him to do so now.

Ah, he was still too weak.

Lin Hao sighed in his heart.

If everyone in the world knew what Lin Hao was thinking right now, they were afraid that he would pick up the forty-meter long blade and slaughter Lin Hao.

Shut up, you shameless old thief! The martial artist had killed two Second Grade Martial Masters, but it still had a look of dissatisfaction on its face. Could it be that you wanted the martial artist to kill a Martial King before giving up?

Lin Hao crossed his arms over his chest and stood at the side of the battlefield, but he could see Assassin Leader's every move.

Assassin Leader, fighting while retreating?

Lin Hao's eyes were full of ridicule. It seemed like Assassin Leader's memory was really terrible. Could it be that he had forgotten where he was?

Assassin Leader, who was in a desperate situation, saw Lin Hao standing to the side. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Lin Hao standing here meant that he had won? Did winning mean that the two Second Grade martial masters had died at Lin Hao's hands?

Assassin Leader felt a chill run down his spine. He had thought that this mission would be a piece of cake for him to deal with a martial artist, but he hadn't expected Lin Hao to be so powerful and have so many trump cards.

There was no need to think too much about it. He had already thought of retreating. If General could hear about Lin Hao's secret, it would be a great opportunity to redeem himself.

Thinking of this, Assassin Leader made up his mind. He was afraid that he would spare Lin Hao's life today.

Without any hesitation, when the Guoshang Wolf's attack missed, Assassin Leader seized this fleeting opportunity. A bright light burst out from his eyes.

It was now!

He stomped his foot, turned his shoulder, and stomped his feet on the ground. In the darkness, Assassin Leader's figure was as graceful as a butterfly.

The moment he turned around, Assassin Leader gave Lin Hao a look that said, "You better remember this."

The moment Assassin Leader retreated, he saw Lin Hao's mocking look, and even the corner of his mouth curled up.

Only then did Assassin Leader suddenly feel as if he had forgotten something very important. It was very important, and it was related to this life.

Regardless, the most important thing right now was to retreat. He had to hurry up and send the news to the army. At least, Lin Hao would be hunted down by ten times more powerful forces, and Lin Hao would die without a doubt!

But...

"Today, I will temporarily put your head on your body. I will definitely take it back in the future... Ah!!! Pain!"

Bang!

It was the sound of a high-speed moving object hitting the wall. The entire face was evenly printed, and even the nose was knocked down.

The moment Assassin Leader turned his head around, he found that everything in front of him was pitch black. When he turned his head around, he found that it was already solid.

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