Everyone who was watching this battle was stunned, and no one expected it to end so soon. The people who didn't know Han Feng were shocked by Han Feng's strength, but the people who knew Han Feng were staring at Han Feng's right hand.

"His hand..." Reston stared at Han Feng slowly stepped down in surprise.

"I'm not surprised his hand, after all, your nephew's hands have been cured. His master himself is not a simple person. If he doesn't cure his hand, how can he teach him? What surprised me was his speed, his grasp of the timing and his control over the force." Lao Zheng clearly saw that the dagger was pressed against the other party's neck, but it did not leave blood marks on the other party's neck.

"Such a good talent was originally ours, but a pity..." Reston looked at Han Feng with some dismay, then stared at Del in the crowd with gritted teeth.

Del was also staring at Han Feng at this time, but the resentment in his eyes became deeper and his hands were holding tighter. He gritted his teeth and stared at Han Feng's right hand.

After Han Feng stepped down, he found that everyone around him was looking at him. He twisted a little and focused on the competition. But the result was that Han Feng was disappointed again. Han Feng had not seen a few powerful people. Many people seemed to be unfamiliar with pace and dagger skills, and were just cultivating their own level.

When the assassination test was about to end, Del came on the field. At this time, Del was still as thin as before, wearing black clothes, narrow eyes squinted, bangs in front of him swayed in the wind, and two daggers in his hand that were obviously different from everyone else, with exaggerated shapes.

The ring finger, which was originally cut off by Reston, is now growing well on Del's hand and seems to be very flexible. The only difference is that there is a gray ring on Del's right ring finger, which seems to be blocking the originally broken wound.

The person opposite Del also knew Del, and knew Del's character and strength. He raised his hand and was about to surrender, "I..."

After saying a word, Del did not give him a chance to continue speaking. He rushed into the opponent's arms, pressing his elbow against his opponent's lungs, and the other party couldn't even say anything. He turned around and swept his legs and kicked the opponent to the ground. Two daggers came out of his hands and nailed them to the floor of the platform with their ears.

Del didn't look at his opponent, and stared at Han Feng with a smile. The direction of Han Feng and his narrow eyes were filled with fierce light, as if he wanted to show that he was not worse than Han Feng. Han Feng didn't show any weakness when he thought of Old Man Mu's words, and just looked at Del.

It was not until Latin announced that Del won that Del retracted his gaze, pulled out a dagger from the ground, and kicked the students on the ground off the stage, sneered, and jumped down.

"This beast!" Reston immediately wanted to rush up and beat people when he saw what Del did. Fortunately, Lao Zheng was quick-eyed and grabbed Reston.

"Young people, young and energetic, will understand if you suffer some losses in the future. Don't be excited, don't be excited." Lao Zheng's eyes were a little red, and his forehead was bulging. I don't know whether this excuse was for Reston or for himself.

Until the end of the assassination test, Han Feng did not find a few people worth paying attention to. Del counted one, and there was also a weird assassin who held a small round shield and the other handed dagger. There were also two people who used short daggers with both hands and basic skills were very solid. Nothing else could catch Han Feng's eyes.

Not long after, only thirty-one people were left, so one person was in a bye. Hanfeng really hoped that this opportunity was his own, so that he could observe it for a while, but this opportunity was indeed not Hanfeng's.

This time, Han Feng was lucky enough to draw the number two. The first one to play was Han Feng.

Hanfeng stood on the court and greeted the other party. The opponent quickly approached Hanfeng. The man was holding two short swords in his hand, one left and one right, and his attack was very fast. However, Hanfeng was faster than him, and Hanfeng did not fight back, and he kept resisting his attack. He was faster, Hanfeng was faster, and Hanfeng was slower.

The opponent gritted his teeth and attacked for a long time. Even Han Feng seemed a little tired of it. He hit the opponent's blade with his left hand, knocking the dagger on his right hand away, putting the reverse blade on his neck, and clamping the opponent's left hand with the arm on his right hand, and the ice hitting it against his left rib.

Just looking at the other party quietly, the opponent looked straight at the black eyes of Han Feng, feeling a murderous intent, and instantly left cold sweat, shouting loudly: "I surrender!"

Hanfeng let go of him, nodded to him, and slowly walked off the stage. Only then did Hanfeng's opponent dare to breathe loudly.

Del's physical skills seem to be very strong. His best skills are to knock people down, then kick or punch the opponent's belly, then fall down, press on the opponent's body, and the dagger is pressed against the opponent's body.

And I like to look down at my opponent with a look of looking down, as if I want to prove that I am superior.

After fifteen tests, only sixteen people were left, and the four people Han Feng was interested in were indeed included. This time, the top eight will be selected first, and then two of the remaining eight will be selected.

This time, Hanfeng was No. 6 and No. 5 was Del. The two of them met so quickly. It was an unfortunate coincidence, but I just don’t know who was unfortunate.

The two of them soon came to the battle. It can be said that the two basically ignored the previous two battles.

Hanfeng seemed a little nervous when holding the two daggers. Although Hanfeng knew that he and Del would have a fight in the end, when the battle really came, Hanfeng was still a little nervous and a little nervous.

Del was different from Han Feng. Del never thought he would lose. Del seemed to see Han Feng's body covered in blood, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. Del's eyes were flashing with blood, and his hands holding both daggers were trembling slightly because of excitement.

"Reston, who would win?" Lao Zheng looked at the two children on the stage with a complicated expression.

"I don't know! But I hope it's Del." Reston hesitated for a moment.

"I think so too, but my intuition tells me that Del will lose. The child Hanfeng is no longer the child who only smiles shyly after following others. I'm afraid that Del will become even worse if he fails this time. I hope he won't do anything stupid." Lao Zheng didn't seem to be surprised at all Reston's thoughts.

The two stood very close. Del put his right hand beside his mouth with a ferocious look, stretched out his tongue, and licked the ring on the ring finger. He squinted his eyes and stared at Han Feng's right ring finger, and said in a very light voice.

"I don't know how you restore your hands, but I know that my grandfather and I have paid a lot of money to restore my hands. Can you understand the pain? At the same time, I'm very happy that you can restore your hands because I can ruin him again with my own hands. Suddenly my blood seemed a little boiling. Hahaha."

When Han Feng heard what Del said, he felt a little nervous. For some reason, he relaxed and returned to normal. He took a deep breath and took turns holding the ice touch's finger in his right hand. Han Feng seemed to feel something was shouting and roaring in his body.

The moment Latin shouted out the beginning, Del rushed towards the cold wind like a tiger descending the mountain, longing to see the cold wind's blood.

Del was short, supported the ground with one hand, and a 360-degree sweeper.

Han Feng was not vague and kicked Del with one leg. There was still a big difference in strength between sweeping and kicking. Han Feng suddenly turned around 180 degrees on the ground, but Han Feng didn't have any panic in his eyes. The reverse blade of his left hand quickly stabbed Del with the spiral force.

Del didn't expect Han Feng to have such a big move. Fortunately, the reaction was fast enough, and when the branch hand was loosened, Del lowered a few inches. However, the subsequent attack stopped, Han Feng's right hand spun the ground, and returned to normal.

The first confrontation between the two ended like this, and the people around were stunned. "So strong!" Two words instantly appeared in the minds of the people around them.

This time, the cold wind moved first. The moment Del got up, the cold wind rushed up. Two daggers, one left and one right, one front and one back, danced gracefully in the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"Attribute Fighting Qi!" Someone shouted out first, and the crowd was stunned. Del was stunned for a moment when he looked at the green light mark. This stunned was enough. When Del realized, two daggers were about to be pressed on Del's face and chest. Del gritted his teeth and his body instantly faster than several times, and he barely avoided the attack.

But there was still a deep scratch on Del's leather armor. The biting cold stimulated Del through the skin. Del's face felt a little painful because the barb of the reverse blade cut open the skin on his face and began to seep out blood. When Del touched the wound on his face, Del's originally squinting eyes grew several times, and his eyes were covered with blood. Unexpectedly, it was himself who was bleeding first.

"Isn't it just attribute fighting spirit? I can do it!" Del roared angrily, and blue light began to flash on his whole body and the dagger. It was wind-type fighting spirit. No wonder he suddenly had such a fast speed just now. Del rushed up at a faster speed, and the two daggers kept attacking Han Feng. Han Feng's speed suddenly could not keep up with Del.

Han Feng suddenly raised his knee and hit Del's stomach. This trick, Del's waist was easily resolved as soon as he pulled back.

But Han Feng took advantage of this opportunity, and the green light of the two daggers in his hand suddenly increased a few points, and began to speed up and fierce counterattack, with a major reversal. Han Feng seemed to not want to give Del another chance. The two daggers danced like an airtight wall, and Del had no chance to counterattack at all.

Although Han Feng waved his dagger's hands very fast, it was still difficult for the wind-type Del. The problem was that each blow of Han Feng was different. One time lighter and another heavy, another lighter and another heavy.

There was no rule, and with the high-frequency attack, Del immediately had a lot of flaws. In a few strokes, Han Feng cut several holes on his body, but they were not deep. Han Feng obviously showed mercy.
Chapter completed!