Confucian Madness

The devil is one foot high, and the Tao is one foot high. Yi Feng blocked his path, and when the ice ring disappeared, he sprinted over and kicked the alchemist in the knee, interrupting his spellcasting. Then Yi Feng turned around, went around behind the alchemist, put his left hand on his face, raised his right hand, and a cold light flashed across his throat! "Wiping throat, completion level 89%, proficiency +90", "-178". Yifeng leaned back slightly, raised his right arm without pausing, stabbed the dagger into the alchemist's back, and then pulled it down smoothly. Two consecutive strikes, extremely smooth, elegant and cold. "Backstab, completion rate 100%, chance of a knowing blow increased by 50%, proficiency +200", "-322, knowing blow", a huge bright red number appeared on the alchemist's head accompanied by a scream. The alchemist's body fell softly, and Yi Feng behind him slowly put away his dagger, his eyes cold. 27 Seconds! It took 20 seconds to wait and only 7 seconds to kill!