The Black Knight, who had traveled from afar, leaped off his warhorse.


    He drew a menacing greatsword from his back, and a cold glint flickered in his eyes beneath the helmet.


    Raising the sword with a hoarse and somber voice, he pointed at the Demon Hunter and said:


    "Enough talk. Today, it''s either you die, or I perish!"


    The Demon Hunter laughed heartily, his face full of mockery, and sneered:


    "Hahaha! Just you? You weren''t my match decades ago, and you aren''t now. Did you chase me all this way just to die by my blade?"


    "If that''s the case, I''m more than willing to oblige!"


    In an instant.


    He drew the demon-hunting longsword from his waist, and flames erupted fiercely from the blade.


    The wind howled, billowing his robe, and his smile was cruel and icy.


    "Who will win is still uncertain!"


    The Black Knight''s eyes flickered.


    Snap—


    He moved his finger slightly, uncorking the wooden stopper of the potion in his hand.


    He downed the potion in one gulp.


    Then suddenly smashed the bottle onto the ground.


    "Come on!" He squinted, assuming a stance.


    "Potion?" The Demon Hunter smiled faintly and said, "It''s useless, Black Knight. No matter how many potions you take, the gap is the gap. You can''t be my match, but I''m still willing to give you this chance…"


    Ding—


    The Demon Hunter paused, instinctively looking up, his gaze falling on the Black Knight''s helmet.


    Was it an illusion? He thought he saw something flash inside the helmet.


    It seemed to come with a peculiar sound effect...


    Ding—


    Another flash?!


    The Demon Hunter''s expression became doubtful, squinting as he said:


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    The Black Knight rasped, "Do you think I''m like you? Knights of Hell disdain using such underhanded tricks!"


    Ding ding—


    Black Knight: "..."


    Demon Hunter: "???"


    Both of them heard the two clear ding sounds.


    The Black Knight clenched his fists with a crack, closing his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitching madly.


    "What is it?" The Demon Hunter grew more suspicious and said:


    "Your helmet just flashed twice again."


    The Black Knight gritted his teeth, eyes closed, and said, "You only need to know it''s not a hidden weapon..."


    Ding ding ding—


    Black Knight: "..."


    Demon Hunter: "???"


    A gentle breeze blew.


    "Magic energy bomb?" The Demon Hunter became even more doubtful.


    "No!" The Black Knight closed his eyes, clenching his fists, veins bulging on his temples.


    "Holy scroll?" The Demon Hunter found this guy increasingly suspicious.


    "No!" The Black Knight ground his teeth furiously.


    "Then what is it?" The Demon Hunter''s curiosity was fully aroused.


    The fierce wind blew against the Black Knight, his eyes closed, the corners of his eyes twitching madly.


    Click—


    He finally tore off the helmet, revealing a shiny, bald head underneath.


    Ding—


    That smooth bald head flashed with a bright light.


    Demon Hunter: "Whoa! What a shiny head! (ΩДΩ)!"


    The Black Knight looked at his hands in rage, his muscles bulging with a crack, gritting his teeth:


    "This is a small price to pay to defeat you!"


    Ding—


    "Though I''m bald, I''ve become stronger!"


    Ding ding—


    "In that human kid''s words, my critical hits are maxed out!"


    "Ding ding ding—"


    He suddenly raised the greatsword in his hand, pointing it at the Demon Hunter with his bald head, roaring as black energy enveloped him like flames.


    In an instant, he charged towards the Demon Hunter like a furious ancient beast.


    "And this time next year will be your death day!"


    He roared, leaping a hundred meters, and brought the greatsword down on the Demon Hunter''s position like a mountain.


    Demon Hunter: "(ΩДΩ)!!"


    ...


    An hour later.


    Wandering Soul Alley.


    "Knock knock knock—"


    There was a knock on the door again.


    "Welcome!" Lin En immediately put on a professional smile, looking up at the customer at the door.


    Upon seeing the figure at the door, Lin En was taken aback.


    Because it was a familiar face.


    [Demon Hunter, Ocarlos (Severely Injured)]


    [Race]: Human Race


    [Level: ???]


    [Combat Ability]: Severely Injured and Dying


    The Demon Hunter was clutching his bleeding chest, his body covered in lacerations, panting heavily, leaning against the doorpost, blood dripping from his fingers.


    "Damn, it''s only been a day, how did you get so badly injured again?!"


    Lin En was utterly shocked.


    "Cut the crap," the Demon Hunter gritted his teeth, pressing hard on his chest, and said:


    "Treat me quickly! The sooner, the better! I''ll pay you double!"


    [Ding! You have triggered a task: Treat the Demon Hunter''s injuries, Task Reward: Skull Coins +200, Basic Experience +300, Demon Hunter Favorability +20]


    Lin En widened his eyes and immediately went to the door to help the Demon Hunter inside to sit down.


    "You''re seriously injured!"


    The Demon Hunter struggled to remove his hat, panting heavily, a trace of anger and frustration in his eyes.


    "I ran into a former defeated opponent. He was never my match before, but today, I don''t know what kind of evil potion he took, suddenly becoming incredibly fierce!"


    "Every strike was a critical hit! Damn!"


    He cursed angrily, his chest heaving violently, slamming a fist on the counter in frustration.


    Lin En: "???"


    If it weren''t for his quick escape.


    He might have really fallen into that guy''s hands today.


    He rubbed his bloodshot, dry eyes with difficulty.


    Especially that glaring bald head.


    Every time he concentrated to attack, that shiny bald head would flash blindingly.


    Not only did it severely disrupt his focus, but it was also blindingly bright!


    That guy.


    He must have enchanted his bald head with some holy attribute spell!


    "That damn bald head! (艹皿艹)"


    "It must be because of that damn potion. If I find out who gave him that damned potion, I''ll chop them up and chew them to pieces!!"


    He slammed the counter in frustration, but it tugged at his wound, making him suck in a breath of cold air.


    Lin En: "..."


    Could it be.


    He''s talking about me?


    Did that Black Knight buy the potion from me to deal with this Demon Hunter uncle?


    Why do I suddenly feel like I''m in danger again?!


    Lin En widened his eyes and said, "Wait here for a moment, I''ll go to the backyard to get you a more effective healing potion."


    "Hurry up!"


    The Demon Hunter was filled with anger, very irritable.


    Lin En took a deep breath and quickly lifted the curtain, heading to the backyard.


    But it seemed the Demon Hunter hadn''t suspected him. After all, how could a small apothecary in a godforsaken place have such powerful potions?


    It''s best if he doesn''t find out!


    Otherwise, I''d have to make a quick escape!


    ...


    In the hall.


    The Demon Hunter sat at the counter, grimacing as he rubbed the bruises on his body.


    He casually picked up a few bottles of healing potions Lin En had left on the counter and gulped them down, feeling much better.


    He glanced around.


    But at that moment, his gaze was suddenly drawn to an empty bottle placed in the corner of the counter.


    Buzz—


    In an instant.


    His expression froze.


    "This is..."


    He reached out and picked up the empty bottle, and the image of the potion bottle that bald guy had taken during their battle an hour ago flashed in his mind.


    Exactly the same!