Tinos is a person who rarely worries.

  He doesn't like to think, so he has no worries.

  He is like a sharp knife, others hold him to stab whoever they want. Only when Shrek is around can he exert his greatest value in life.

  Shrek suddenly left, and Tino's heart was a little empty.

  As a deity and the central pillar of a church, suddenly leaving the divine realm without falling and cutting off communication with believers has a huge impact on the assassination of the church.

  Prayers went unanswered, and even the most loyal followers couldn't help but fall into chaos. If it weren't for Shirek's notorious intense desire for revenge and radical methods, perhaps many believers would have already defected.

  People's hearts are floating, and more followers have stopped their activities. Those who have already exposed their identities as followers and priests are even hiding in the largest stronghold of Shirek, Scattered Tower Fortress, trembling under the strong defensive system, as if the solid city walls and dense protective magic arrays can give them the greatest comfort.

  These guys, Tinos doesn't think much of them.

  He continued his life as before, cultivating, killing, cultivating, and then killing again.

  Now that there was no more prophecy being passed down to him about killing people, his life only had one thing left - cultivation.

  This is an unknown valley in the Yunwu Mountains, even the most experienced hunters wouldn't come to such a deep mountain, let alone have it marked on any map.

  The only one who will come here is Tinos.

  A 50-meter-high giant waterfall, pouring a huge amount of water into the deep pool day and night. The powerful impact is not to mention standing under the waterfall, just getting close makes one's heart tremble with fear.

  Tinos stood on a smooth stone at the bottom of the waterfall, slashing upwards with his knife, each strike briefly parting the water to create a ten-meter-long gap.

  "With a loud 'Haaa---Haaa---Haaa---' and a powerful exhalation, combined with an extremely focused and firm movement, even as his enemy, one can't help but applaud Tinos."

  Finally, after swinging his sword ten thousand times, Tinos walked ashore wearing only his underwear and carrying a dull knife.

  On the shore, a bald and muscular monk from an unknown land sat cross-legged.

  Tinos had actually discovered the other party's arrival all along, but the other party never made a move, and Tinos was also happy to complete his own training during this period.

  Tinos smiled, his high cheekbones making his smile seem terrifying: "Generally speaking, only friends would be willing to wait for someone like this."

  "You have no friends. Likewise, there is another kind of person who is willing to wait besides friends."

  "Enemy!" Tinos laughed even more brightly.

  The monk slowly stood up, legs apart, body lowered, fists clenched, assuming a fighting stance.

  Tinos carelessly placed the blunt knife on his shoulder: "I can ask, who exactly knows I'm here? In my impression, apart from Master Wu, no one else should know about this place."

  The martial monk didn't answer, instead he said: "This is a trap aimed at you, as long as the fight starts, I'll entangle you for 60 seconds and then complete my mission."

  "Huh? A legendary warrior monk wants to leave me behind?" Tinos wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air: "Within a three-kilometer radius, there is no scent of a third person. I really want to know, where are the reinforcements you mentioned?"

  The bald monk smiled, a very bright and cheerful smile: "You'll know soon enough."

  "Come!" Tinos beckoned with his hand.

  Without a sound, without even stirring up a speck of dust, the monk's figure seemed to vanish into thin air and disappeared from sight.

  "Hmm?" Tinos, who had been carefree until now, furrowed his brow for the first time.

  A faintly visible shadow was rapidly approaching from the left, but a mournful whistling sound that seemed to shatter even the air itself came from the right.

  Hurry!

  Too fast!

  So fast that even the naked eye can't catch this action.

  It's completely unimaginable, the one on the left is actually a monk's residual shadow of a feint. A crashing fist with an astonishing aura directly broke through the most ideal attack range of the dull knife and forced it into close combat.

  At this distance, using a knife is obviously too far.

  Lost the initiative.

  Tinos was forced into such a predicament for the first time in his life.

  Shadow Jump!

  Without hesitation, Tinos directly handed over his skills.

  As if he had known in advance that Tinos would do so, the martial monk's left foot tapped lightly, directly locking onto the position where Tinos briefly shuttled back and forth from the shadowy side before jumping out of the main position, once again transforming into a fleeting, floating shadow that rapidly closed in.

  Tinos had a ghostly feeling. He dared to swear that he had never met this martial monk before, but the other gave him an extremely familiar feeling of movement.

  This isn't about the monk's supernatural intuition or anything. He was absolutely certain that the monk had been coached by someone very familiar with Tinos' movement habits. Otherwise, it couldn't be explained why the monk could clearly know the distance of the shadow jump.

  In Tinos' impression, everyone who fought him was dead. Oh, no, except for one Raven. But that kid's strength was too low, and in that brief confrontation, Tinos didn't even use his true strength.

  Why? Why? Why?

  Bang!

  This is the monk's straight kick after rapid approach. No aesthetics, just speed to the extreme. That intensity would make even a dragon vomit blood from being kicked.

  Tinos didn't even have time to turn around, let alone counterattack with his blunt knife. He simply took the hit with his left hand and left leg simultaneously curled up.

  The next moment, Tinos was shot flying like a cannonball.

  This isn't the end, the monk's agile figure stuck to Tinos like a ghost, accompanied by a dull drumming sound of consecutive collisions, Tinos didn't know how many punches and kicks he had taken. Until Tinos suddenly let out a loud roar, bursting forth with a fierce aura, the monk hastily retreated.

  The whole person was like being cast with "Feather Fall Technique", lightly floating down to the ground.

  "Very well, you qualify to force me to go all out." Tinos's skull-like face revealed a cruel smile that would make ordinary people's souls fly away.

  "Come!" This time it was the monk's turn to beckon Tinos over with a wave of his hand.

  The two of them facing off again gives people a very strange feeling. It doesn't look like an assassin and a martial artist fighting, but rather more like a genuine martial artist wearing an assassin's skin and an oriental dancer wearing a martial artist's skin dancing together.

  Tyrnos's slender figure transformed into a stormy wind and rain, the dull knife drew out rays of light in the void, almost cutting through the entire space. However, the martial monk changed his fierce fighting style at the beginning, shrinking, dodging, rolling, and flipping, almost bringing the words "light" and "nimble" to the extreme.

  Several times, the monk was almost hit by a blunt knife, but he lightly tapped his foot in mid-air, and at a place where it was absolutely impossible to borrow strength, he kicked a wall-like air mass, forcibly moving horizontally for dozens of centimeters, making an even larger evasive maneuver.

  Tinos's pupils suddenly contracted, and he cursed loudly: "Are you going to hit me or not?"

  The monk smiled, smiling very brightly: "60 seconds are up."

  As soon as the words fell, a huge boulder flew over from afar like a meteorite.

  "This is..."

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  Due to system problems in Chapter 90, I deleted and re-sent Chapters 90-94. Today's update starts from Chapter 95. There won't be fewer than three updates.