"Who are you?"

Fernand's forcedly calm voice echoed in the empty street, but brought no response.

The other party stood quietly in front of him less than twenty meters away, and there was an unexpected pair of cold eyes looking at him under the hood.

This is troublesome... Fernand murmured in his heart, thinking fast in his mind:

What was the other party looking for him for?

Robbery...or has he revealed his true identity?

Maybe it's a little weird to say that, but this guy doesn't look like a robber-like guy.

Of course, jumping to conclusions is taboo.

Fernand licked his lips obviously, and moved his right foot consciously back, showing a 'panicked' gesture, but said in a non-shaking tone:

"Maybe I'm going the wrong way, I should go in the other direction..."

Dissonance is a sign of a guilty conscience. Fernand is not guilty, but he needs to make the other party think he is guilty.

He took two steps back, then turned his head and walked away. The 'spirit' had completely spread out, and he carefully grasped the movements behind him.

no footsteps...

Fernand was a little relieved, but he didn't let down his guard completely.

Suddenly, he jumped forward abruptly, and then adjusted his direction to face behind him.

That black robe had no idea when it was less than 2 meters away from him, and was calmly swinging his... claws there?

Fernand stirred his Adam's apple, the nails on that hand were sharp and black, a proper Beyonder!

Men's hands, women's nails, and a **** sissy!

The cool feeling from the sweat behind him contacting the air told him that the clothes behind him had been completely ripped apart - if he had just reacted a tad slower, he would have been dead by now.

He asked in a heavy tone, "Who the **** are you? I shouldn't have offended you, right?"

This time, the black robe finally did not remain silent, but instead said with a playful feeling: "Hand over it."

hand over?

damn it!

Fernand's fluke was suddenly gone, and the other party already knew his identity!

He stood up from the ground, tidied up the collar of his shirt, his expression turned into an aristocratic smile, maintaining the graceful posture that a phantom thief should have.

"Looks like I've been exposed..." he said helplessly.

When he stole the 'Song of the Wind Spirit', he left behind his title of 'Phantom Thief Kaide'. The current situation only shows that his reputation has spread, and the act of taking out the gem today has been noticed by people with a heart .

The man in black robe didn't respond and looked at him quietly.

Fernand behaved like an aristocrat and smiled: "Introduce myself, I am 'Phantom Thief Cade'."

The air was suddenly quiet.

A few seconds later, the man in black robe seemed to tilt his head and asked suspiciously, "What is that..."

This action is quite like Mr.

Sunderland under the black robe was considering whether to kill him directly, but he really had never heard of the boring title of 'Phantom Thief Cade'.

However, since it's a phantom thief, that's right!

The corners of Fernand's mouth twitched, and he only felt embarrassed.

"I haven't heard of it..." He muttered while pulling his mouth, and then growled: "Then go to hell!"

A narrow dagger with a long and narrow body quickly slipped out of the cuff, kicked both legs, and stabbed in a straight line!

Daggers are a compulsory course for every thief, and phantom thieves are no exception.

But he was faster, Sunderland was faster, the 'Snake Limb' launched, his arm swung towards the stabbing arm like a wriggling whip, and the dyed nails of the 'Deadly Fang' were ready to attack the prey!

However, the expected scene did not happen, and Sunderland watched helplessly as his hand passed through the other's arm.

The opponent's arm seems to be non-existent!

But the stabbed dagger was not a fake, Sunderland swiftly avoided it sideways, jumped back quickly, and calmly pulled away a little distance.

Damn...the other party is not a rookie...

Fernand had a bit of a headache. His fighting ability itself was not strong, and it all depended on the particularity of his extraordinary abilities to smite people, but the opponent's response was reasonable, so it would be difficult to have a second chance.

Sunderland moved his fingers without panic, guessing that this should be the ability of 'material shuttle'.

I just didn't expect that this kind of shuttle ability can actually pass through my own body!

What Sunderland didn't know, however, was that this was not the 'material shuttle' of Leon's rank 0, but the '**shuttle' of rank 1.

After Sunderland made a preliminary judgment, he did not intend to give the other party any chance, and stepped forward directly, and the 'Snake Limb' attacked!

Fernand's naked eyes couldn't keep up with the opponent's almost invisible speed, he barely jumped back, and quickly retreated after landing.

Sunderland's arms crossed his body side to side as he jumped, one across his chest and one across his neck, but neither did any harm.

Sunderland laughed under the black robe:

The opponent's ability is very weak!

If this Mr. Kaid the Phantom Thief can activate the shuttle ability at will, it is reasonable to say that the action he would make should be to stand still and let me attack, and then look for opportunities.

But he didn't do it.

Sunderland immediately grasped the key points. First, the opponent can activate this ability locally, and second, the opponent's ability cannot be activated for a long time, or specific to a certain part of the body, it cannot be activated for a long time.

That is to say, as long as he attacks the same position, his ability will be invalid!

Sunderland's extraordinary ability has no such limitation, and he continued to swing his whips, targeting his chest.

Fernand knew the opponent's attack position from the shadow he barely captured, sighed in his heart, and suddenly crushed a piece of wood with his right hand.

"puff!"

"puff!"

A series of sounds roared, Sunderland's brain was like being hit by a huge sound hammer, and there was a huge shock. The arm that was swinging only had inertia, and the shadow on the fingernail completely disappeared.

This is the phenomenon of extraordinary ability being interrupted!

He didn't hesitate ~lightnovelpub.net~ covered his swollen and painful head and stepped back to avoid being attacked at this time.

But Fernand was also uncomfortable. He didn't intend to stay at all, he covered his head and turned around and ran.

But his goal was not the street, he flew directly towards the walls of the buildings on the street.

When he was about to approach the wall, he suddenly became unstable and almost fell.

Damn bastard, the negative effects of this 'Shocking Mud' came too quickly—

Loss of balance!

Fernand gritted his teeth, and no longer cared about his image, he lay down on the ground and crawled towards the wall with all four limbs.

The head drilled first, then the arms, the neck...

Funny and realistic, the clothes on his body were slammed against the wall, and he didn't go through with him.

**shuttle!