Black Fist Instructor
"You have killed a member of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood. The advanced quest has officially begun."
Time remaining: 6 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes
"You have obtained Agility Shard *3 (Quest Item)"
Note: Agility Shard are special quest items during the advanced stage.
Each time you kill a member of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood, there is a chance to obtain a random number of Agility Shard.
In the final settlement of the advanced quest, every 100 Agility Shard can be exchanged for 1 additional attribute point: Agility.
"Can Agility Shard be exchanged for additional Agility?"
Roger's breathing immediately became heavy.
He wasn't surprised by the official launch of the advanced mission.
Back when we first entered Capone Manor.
He chose to accept the mission, and it was a "Heavenly Fate Grade" mission!
The system had given a similar warning at the time.
As for why the Heavenly Fate Grade was chosen...
It wasn't that Roger suddenly had a gambling urge and wanted to take a chance.
The temptation of "Second Advancement" is simply too great.
Based on the information provided by Freya, Roger felt that he was capable of dealing with "the Icadore's Servant".
After all, the Magic Abundance in the Hall Countryside is undeniable.
Even the strongest Icadore's Servant are only around level 30 at most.
He felt he could totally give it a try.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to rush out and find the Red Sleeve Brotherhood to have a good time.
Roger carefully examined the "Disguise Technique" that appeared in the data column, his mind racing.
"With the ability to disguise, wouldn't we be able to be more aggressive and daring?"
He carefully placed the female assassin's body on the sofa, and then groped her body for a while.
Soon, he found what he was looking for.
Those were four carefully packaged "Disguise Technique Item Pack" in Mystra.
Changing one's appearance is not an easy thing.
The effect of disguise will be greatly reduced without the prop kit.
Sometimes you can only fool yourself.
Roger quickly opened a prop bag.
It contains a whole bunch of small gadgets like brushes, powder compacts, and paints.
There is also a well-preserved human skin mask.
However, this human skin mask belongs to a middle-aged man.
Roger's heart skipped a beat.
He turned the female assassin's body over and scratched her face.
A wonderful sensation came from my palm.
You've discovered a human skin mask.
"It really is a mask."
He peeled the human skin off her face.
A pockmarked face was visible beneath the mask.
Five minutes later.
Roger was disguising himself for the first time, walked out of the private room with some nervousness and quickly closed the door.
The expected trouble did not occur.
A few pairs of eyes turned over, but they quickly looked away.
He pulled his coat tighter and walked into the depths of the bar, his leather boots clattering.
Following the gargoyle's senses.
He made it through a long corridor and up a long spiral staircase to the basement of the bar.
Along the way, he encountered several checkpoints.
However, we didn't encounter any trouble.
The guards didn't dare to make trouble for him at all.
It seems that "Vicky" holds a fairly high position in the outpost.
There is a long corridor in the middle of the basement.
The sides were divided into individual rooms.
There were many men in the private room.
They were shirtless, vigorously hitting the sandbags in front of them.
Some were even engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
The scene was extremely intense.
Roger scanned it with his Qi Divination Technique.
These people are all members of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood.
There are about forty or fifty of them.
The thought that these bandits could be exchanged for Agility Shard is intriguing.
Roger's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of covetousness.
However, he quickly composed himself and strode into the depths of the tunnel.
At the end of the corridor was a heavy door.
The door was half open at the moment.
"You're too slow, Vicky."
Such a sound came from inside the door.
Roger didn't say anything, quickly went inside, and gently closed the door behind him.
This is a very spacious room.
There were a lot of sandbags on both sides of the room, and a large desk in the middle.
now.
Two men sat on either side of the desk, one of whom was Old Pete.
The other person was wearing a black, tight-fitting vest, and the exposed parts of their body had a very beautiful, sculpted look.
He had a buzz cut and a resolute face, like a stone statue.
He was none other than Abo, the third leader of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood that Roger was looking for! The Qi Divination Technique was quietly activated.
"Abo LV23 Black Fist Instructor, HP 309, Defense 18"
"Have you dealt with that outsider yet?"
"In that case, this gargoyle is ours."
"I remember the second leader seemed to have a similar statue in his possession."
Old Pete said in a relaxed and cheerful manner.
But Abo suddenly stood up from his chair!
A fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes:
Who goes there?
Roger's heart skipped a beat.
Although he didn't know where the flaw was, Abo had clearly seen through him! Since there was no need for pretense anymore.
Roger did not hesitate to take the initiative.
The Gargoyle Statue in Old Pete's arms suddenly exploded into a cloud of black mist.
A crimson light flashed by.
The gargoyle's claws cleanly and efficiently ripped out Old Pete's heart!
It turned back and flashed Roger a bright smile, but who knew that the next second, it would be sent flying backwards! Abo slowly retracted his fist.
The terrifying force of the punch sent the gargoyle crashing into the deep stone walls of the basement, creating quite a commotion! Roger's expression turned grim.
Through the servant contract, he could sense that the gargoyle was severely injured! "If I took that punch, I'd be badly injured, even if I didn't die!"
Abo's strength exceeded his expectations.
That punch was ridiculously strong.
This is something no level 23 person could do!
Outside the gate, someone was peeking in, probably having heard the commotion inside.
Abo walked calmly to the door:
"Go back to training."
The crowd immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
Roger's expression turned strange.
Does this mean he wants a one-on-one duel with himself? How arrogant, Abo!
"I smell the scent of an old friend on you."
Abo solemnly stated, "He is my teacher."
Roger frowned, not understanding what this guy was trying to say.
He moved his feet step by step.
Adjusting his posture to Charge Up.
"Ten years ago, I hung him on a sandbag and beat him to death with my fists."
"Unfortunately, he refused to teach me his true skills until his death."
Abo placed his fists in front of his chest and clenched them tightly.
A crisp, crunching sound.
It made a sound that echoed back and forth in the basement.
Don't let me down.
He beckoned to Roger with his finger, his eyes blazing with even more fervent fighting spirit.
Roger remained silent.
The two sides remained in a standoff for a while.
Suddenly.
Roger suddenly rose up.
Skill: Wild Burst!...
"Hint: Your Strength, Constitution, and Agility have all increased by 1 point."
In an instant.
Roger pounced on Abo like a hungry tiger.
Abo grinned, steadyed his stance, and remained unmoved.
Mountain Splitting Fist!
The cold, sharp wind from the punch had not yet reached Abo's chest.
He then casually parried the attack, causing it to deflect.
Roger's expression remained unchanged.
That punch that seemed to split the mountain was just a feint.
The real killer move is in the lower body!
Groin Kick! A crisp clang.
Roger gasped – a sharp pain shot through the front of his calf.
Abo grinned menacingly and suddenly slammed his thighs together! If Roger hadn't reacted quickly, having his calf clamped down would have been a disaster! "Damn it, he even has an iron groin guard?!"
Roger cursed inwardly.
Is that all there is to it?
Abo shouted, "Is this all the strength a so-called Martial Artist has?"
"Show me what you've got!"
Roger gritted his teeth and lunged forward, a flash of blue light in his hand! The Qing Fu Sword flickered like a snake.
It strikes straight at Abo's heart.