As soon as the dark-faced fatty spoke, his expression changed abruptly. He wanted to turn around, but before he could do anything, his fat body seemed to have been hit by something. His whole body trembled, and his face twisted in pain.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Just as the dark-faced fatty was hit, two daggers slashed through the air, aiming for his heart and forehead. They were going for the kill!
Just as the daggers were about to stab into the dark-skinned fatty, the dark-skinned fatty woke up from the pain. Seeing that he couldn't dodge the daggers, a ruthless look flashed across his fierce-looking face. He actually waved his thick arms to block the two daggers.
Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Connor slightly frowned. With a thought, he withdrew his shadow dagger from the dark-faced fatty's arm. He really didn't think that this dark-faced fatty would be so bold!
"I didn't expect to meet a Spirit Element Apprentice here. What an eye-opener. Why don't you show yourself?" The dark-faced fatty couldn't care less about his bleeding arm. His eyes stared fiercely at the tree where Connor was hiding.
Connor didn't panic when he saw that he had been discovered. Instead, a cruel smile appeared on his face as he walked out from behind the tree.
He had just observed that Valga was in perfect condition. He was only a little frightened and didn't have any major problems. Therefore, he could now properly play with the black faced fatty!
The fat man's cultivation level was higher than Connor's, but judging from his aura, he was only an Intermediate Apprentice. In addition, the fat man had used his arm to block Connor's shadow dagger. Connor guessed that the fat man was so poor that he didn't even have a defensive magic artifact. Now that his arm had been hit by Connor's shadow dagger, Connor felt that he could take the fat man's life.
"You're … the Susuo from the gathering just now?" The fat man instantly recognized Connor when he saw him in disguise.
"Correct answer. Unfortunately, there's no reward!" The smile on Connor's face grew wider as he said slowly.
Glancing at Connor's beginner apprentice aura, the dark-faced fatty sneered and said, "You are really daring, a beginner apprentice actually dares to sneak attack an intermediate apprentice like me!"
Examining the wound on the dark-faced fatty's arm, Connor sneered and said leisurely, "Didn't you notice that my dagger is coated in poison and that your wound won't heal?"
Connor's actions and words made the dark-faced fatty's heart tremble. He subconsciously wanted to check the wound on his arm. Just as he was about to move, Connor made his move. Just like before, he launched a wave of psychic attacks. Two shadow daggers appeared in his hands, tearing through the air as they flew towards the dark-faced fatty's vitals.
"You're courting death!" The dark-faced fatty gritted his teeth. Although he was prepared for Connor's psychic attack, the strange psychic attack still made his scalp tingle and the corner of his mouth twitched.
The dark-faced fatty's expression was solemn as he chanted a spell in a low voice. As he chanted, three fist-sized fireballs appeared in the air around him.
"Go!" As the dark-faced fatty waved his arm, two of the three fireballs flew towards the shadow daggers. One of the fireballs flew towards Connor's position.
Casting a disdainful glance at the fireball that was flying towards him, Connor didn't even bother to move. With a surge of his spiritual power, the violet ring on his right hand released a purple light shield, blocking the incoming fireball.
"Bang!"
When the fireball hit the purple light shield, it only created a spark and immediately disappeared.
"A level two magic artifact?" Looking at the purple shield of light in front of Connor, the dark-faced fatty was so shocked that he couldn't be any more shocked. He subconsciously shouted:
Looking at the dark-faced fatty's shocked face, Connor's smile became brighter. So what if you're an intermediate apprentice? My equipment is better than yours! Let's see if you're going to die or not!
"Stop, stop, stop! Sir, can we have a talk? If this girl is your prey, I can leave and let you have her. " The dark-faced fatty took a deep look at the purple light shield in front of Connor and waved his hand. He forced a smile on his face.
Hearing the dark-faced fatty's suggestion, Connor touched his chin as if he was thinking. After a while, he nodded as if he had made a decision. "Scram!"
Hearing the words "scram", the dark-faced fatty's face showed a trace of anger. However, he was smart enough to not lose his temper. Instead, he turned around and was about to leave.
Seeing the dark-faced fatty leaving, Connor's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He spread out his hands and a black flame appeared in the middle of his palms. It quickly condensed into two black chains with mysterious runes engraved on them. He threw the chains at the dark-faced fatty.
Connor had already made up his mind to make the dark-faced fatty pay with his life. How could he let him leave safely?
"You broke your promise!" The dark-faced fatty was prepared for Connor's sneak attack, but he was too slow. Before he could do anything, the black chain had already pierced through his chest.
Connor finally nodded in satisfaction when he saw the black-faced fatty burned into a charred corpse by the flames attached to the black chain.
Connor turned around and looked at Varga who had witnessed everything. He shook his head slightly and didn't say anything. He put away the charred corpse on the ground and walked out of the park.
"Connor …" Varga said in a trembling voice.
Hearing Varga calling his name, Connor, who was about to leave, subconsciously stopped. After realizing that he had made a mistake, Connor reacted quickly and wanted to leave at once.
But at this moment, it was too late no matter how fast Connor reacted. Sparkling and translucent tears overflowed from Valga's beautiful eyes as she yelled, "Connor, I know it's you!"
"Damn it!" Connor cursed in a low voice. He didn't know why he had made such a stupid mistake.
Seeing that Varga had already recognized him, Connor knew that it was meaningless for him to hide it anymore. He shook his head helplessly and turned around to face Varga.
"Ahem, Varga, are you alright?" Connor asked a little awkwardly. The fact that Varga had recognized him surprised Connor.
Looking at Connor who had removed his disguise, Varga's beautiful face finally showed a happy smile. She ran into Connor's arms.
Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, Connor was at a loss. Was this the legendary throwing herself into someone's arms?
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