There were two people in charge of the assassination battle station in charge of the records. There were already a long queue in front of the two. Hanfeng smiled and walked towards Latin. The person in charge of this assassination competition was still Latin. Hanfeng saw this mentor who was once good to him at a glance.

"Name, which batch of students, tutors, grades?" Han Feng's face was covered by the notebook, and Latin didn't raise his head, and wrote the message of the previous child on the notebook.

"Hanfeng, the first batch of students, my mentor is not from the mercenary group, I have level 4 fighting spirit." Hanfeng reported his information truthfully, but only retained the level of magic.

"Yeah? So it's you! Are you also taking the test? Are you using your left-hand dagger?" Latin was halfway through writing, and suddenly poked his head out from behind the notebook and looked at Han Feng in surprise.

Hanfeng is also very depressed, so when people see their first sentence, they will ask their right hand, but Hanfeng doesn't explain. They are unsheathed with two daggers at the same time, turn them twice in their hands, and then silently sheath them.

Latin looked at Han Feng's right hand in shock, was stunned for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha! Very good! Very good!"

Seeing that the most insightful and diligent child in the past has returned to his former color. Two Latins were very good in a row, and they were very excited, looking for something in the crowd with extreme irony.

"Your backer is no smaller than him now. As an assassin, you must be cruel. Don't show mercy this time. It's time for you to take revenge. I know you must have felt bad at the beginning, and some emotions need to be released." Latin stared straight at somewhere behind Han Feng, and said softly in Han Feng's ear.

Han Feng looked at Latin strangely, not understanding why Latin said that.

"Nothing is strange. Every mercenary hates the most shameful betrayal. If it weren't for his special situation, he would have been hanged by us long ago. The situation is different now. You can defeat him openly. Sometimes, defeating him is more effective than killing him. Go, child." Latin said casually.

When Han Feng turned around, he added a light sentence: "Also, we didn't help you at the beginning. I hope you don't hate us. We also have difficulties." Han Feng's body trembled slightly, and he did not look back. He nodded silently, smiled slightly, and continued to walk forward.

"Okay, let's start drawing lots. Remember that everyone cannot kill themselves, and they cannot continue to attack after surrender. If the judges intervene, it will be the end of the competition." As soon as Lao Zheng finished speaking, he got off the stage, sat next to Reston, and was about to see the students' test.

"Reston, will Sheila take the test?" Lao Zheng sat down and looked straight, without looking at Reston, and asked directly in front of him.

"Sila originally didn't plan to participate, but now she suddenly changed her mind. She seemed to want to find a few capable team members to experience it together and be able to advance and retreat together." Reston didn't look at Lao Zheng, as if he was talking to himself.

"Hey, you disciple, don't need to urge him to train. Everything is good, it's just that you work too hard. I really don't understand why, it seems like something is chasing him. I train every day without any life, and I will persuade him more if you have time. If you train so hard, be careful that your body will leave hidden dangers and will have any difficult impact on the future."

Lao Zheng was a little worried that if he continued like this, Hillary's body would collapse. The other masters were worried that his disciples would not work hard enough, but Reston had to worry that his disciples would work too hard.

"Do you think I haven't persuaded you? But this child doesn't listen. This child always has a secret in his heart, but he just doesn't want to share it with us. Forget it, each has his own fate, let him go. I will wake him up at the critical moment and pull him a hand." Reston gave Lao Zheng a fierce look and sighed.

"Hey, if we don't talk about this, we came here like this when we were young. Who would Sheila choose to train together?" Lao Zheng touched his knight sword, as if he was recalling his youth.

"All of these children are talented and work hard, but I, the disciple, have a high vision, and it is not much to catch his eyes. Well, your disciple and Hughes' disciple should be able to catch his eyes. The little girl named Talia who recovered the system should be good, and I didn't find anything special about the others." Reston thought for a while and looked at a shy little girl in a white robe in the corner.

"Haha, my disciple, don't mention it. I'm so worried. Although it's very good to do my job, I'm so honest. And... he is still sick. I'll have a headache when I think about it. Oh, it's okay to let him follow Sheila, so there's no need to worry about being cheated in the future."

When Lao Zheng talked about his disciples, he smiled bitterly. Lao Zheng originally planned to accept Han Feng as a disciple and take care of Han Feng for the rest of his life, but Han Feng later resolutely chose his own path, so Lao Zheng did not choose his disciples among the first batch of students.

However, fate always jokes. Lao Zheng found a super honest child in the second batch of children. He did whatever he said and would not refute it. In addition, the child has a good physique and good talent. Lao Zheng liked it after seeing it, so he accepted it as a disciple.

"You! Don't behave well when you get cheap. I remember that when I met you, you were the same. When I was angry, I told you to jump into the river. You jumped without saying a word. You, your apprentice, are simply a copy of you." Reston couldn't help but curl up when he thought of the scene back then.

"Uh... this, what do you remember about this back then? Well, it's almost time to start. Let me see the results of the training of these children during this period." Lao Zheng smiled awkwardly, and even stopped his hand that was stroking the sword body, and quickly changed the topic.

After the second recruitment of the mercenary group, the assassination system has expanded by more than 60 students, and they all account for almost one-eighth of the total number.

Hanfeng got No. 25, which is a relatively high number. According to the rules of the two-way match, Hanfeng should have appeared in the 13th group. The entire martial arts are full of people shouting, "What number are you?" "What bad luck!" "I'm so lucky!" and so on the numbers.

Hanfeng suddenly heard someone shouting, "Who is No. 25? Who is No. 25? I am No. 26."

Han Feng turned around and looked at a small, delicate little man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a small leather jacket, brown hair looked very energetic, holding a long dagger and a short dagger in his hand, asking around.

Han Feng just observed him carefully, without answering, and sat aside and silently waited for the start of the competition.

After a while, the competitions of each game began. Han Feng focused on the competition on the platform, full of expectations.

But not long after, Han Feng was confused. Why was it at this level? One of the two people on the stage had not reached level 3. He was completely unfamiliar with the dagger in his hand, and it was messy if he didn't fire it.

Although he was confused, Hanfeng still watched it seriously. However, until Hanfeng started the competition, Hanfeng did not see an assassin who could make Hanfeng feel important.

Han Feng slowly walked onto the stage, holding Bing Touch and Rebian in his hands, standing quietly, with blue hair, black eyes, black finger-exposed gloves combined with slender fingers, and two daggers that were different from those held by others. Han Feng stood there like a dagger that was unsheathed.

The guy opposite Han Feng was depressed.

Charlie is a more diligent person among the second group of students. Although he doesn't walk too much and has seen many people, he has never seen the person in front of him. And when he asked about other people's numbers just now, this person was next to him, but he ignored him.

Charles calmed down, held the dagger, and nodded to Hanfeng. Hanfeng also nodded to Charlie, and then did not move. The two of them stared at the same place with big eyes.

"Old Zheng! Look over there!" Rest's tone was surprised. Old Zheng looked along Rest's gaze.

"Huh? Why did he come to take the test too? Could it be..." Lao Zheng suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Hey, it's probably for revenge, it's right. We were wrong at the beginning. But Del seems to be not weak now." After sighing, Rest was a little worried.

"Since his master dares to let him come, it means that his master is very sure. Let's see how strong he is."

"Ahem, I'll tell you two, can you start?" Latin watched as the two of them didn't move, so he interrupted.

Charlie was also very depressed. Why didn't this man take action? So he shook his head, held the dagger and rushed forward.

Charlie has a very good talent. He is now at level 3 assassination. He practices hard and is very skilled in using two daggers, one long and one short.

The attacking moves were also very fierce. The long dagger in the left hand pulled back from right to left, and the short dagger in the right hand was raised high and slashed down. Even Latin was quite satisfied with Charlie's performance.

But everything is not the case in Han Feng's eyes. Although the attack positions of the two daggers are different, the attack time is the same. Moreover, Charlie's pace has no next move after taking this step. In other words, as long as one attack is avoided, the other attack will be avoided together, and Charlie will not chase after it.

So Hanfeng quickly took a step back before the attack. After the attack in both directions, Hanfeng quickly took another step forward, stretched out his right hand, and the ice touch pressed against Charlie's neck. It was as if Charlie stretched his neck over and let Hanfeng mount the dagger.

Feeling the coldness coming from his neck and still fighting, Charlie couldn't help swallowing and didn't dare to move.

Charlie was a little stunned. Although he knew that he had no next move, Charlie was confident in his speed. Most people could not avoid this move, but the man in front of him easily avoided it and even made a counterattack.

"Are you here again?" Han Feng put down his dagger, took a few steps back, and asked very normally.

In Charlie's eyes, it was different. It seemed that a master was teaching a novice. After restraining the novice, he let the novice continue. Charlie thought about it and showed mercy, so he should not humiliate himself, so he shook his head decisively and gave up.
Chapter completed!