I have a Synthesizer

The hunched old man opposite Klein didn't answer him. His figure had already completely blended with the surrounding environment. Even now, Klein still couldn't sense the other party's presence through his aura.

This was a state where the ability to conceal oneself had been elevated to its peak. Only by truly seeing it with the naked eye could one confirm it.

Monica beside him was already somewhat dazed. She was very certain that this hunched old man was Terry. However, Terry was usually kind and amiable, but the Terry in front of her was full of murderous intent and baleful aura.

His twisted and unkempt appearance was also very different from his usual refined and easy-going demeanor. It was as if he had completely changed into a different person.

"Grandpa?"

Klein heard Monica's shout and confirmed that the hunched old man in front of him was Terry-Mutro. He was hiding well, but this old man's aura was a little unstable!

"Terry-Mutro, you are suspected of being a Tierella spy and smuggling weapons with Grandok. Now, come with me."

The old man looked at Klein and finally slowly opened his mouth:

"At your age, with this strength, you shouldn't be saying such things."

The old man's voice was hoarse and dry, like a machine that hadn't been oiled for many years. It seemed like it could collapse at any moment. Klein looked at Terry with some curiosity.

"Oh? Why not? It is everyone's responsibility to capture Grandok spies. If others can say it, why can't I?"

"You should be less than 25 years old, right? You have already killed Jason and dare to come directly to me. This is not just potential anymore. You have already turned so-called potential into strength.

How could someone like you submit to others? A person like you should be standing at the highest point."

Klein was somewhat pleased with Terry's flattery, but the old man had simplified him too much.

In his previous life, as a senior technical otaku who had experienced the baptism of society, his mentality was already different from the so-called powerhouses of this world.

In Klein's view, as long as the money was enough, it didn't matter where he worked.

"Although I would be very happy if you praised me, I regret to tell you that you are wrong!"

Klein's Light of Huiyue instantly lengthened. This combat style of launching sneak attacks while talking was the experience he had summarized from his previous battles with fifth-order experts.

Because every time he faced a fifth-order expert, the other party had the habit of launching sneak attacks while talking, which had become a routine.

This was also normal, because fifth-order experts were all old schemers. They had experienced too many ups and downs to reach the fifth order, so they didn't value rules or anything like that during battles.

Many times, every battle between fifth-order experts would determine the fate of many people, so they would not hold back for the sake of saving face.

Klein had fought with fifth-order experts many times and had also been infected with this bad habit.

Although Terry's body was hunched, his movements were not slow at all. He deftly dodged Klein's attack, and his figure quickly approached Klein like a ghost.

The battle blade in his hand, carrying sharp fighting spirit, directly slashed at Klein's thigh. When Klein retracted the Light of Huiyue and blocked Terry's attack with a backhand, Terry's movements seemed to slow down.

Terry smiled. His greatest advantage was his longevity. If it came to combat experience, there were really few people in this world who could compare with him.

In his opinion, Klein was now full of flaws. After all, he was still too young, and a lack of experience was his greatest weakness.

And Klein also smiled. He smiled because Terry was laughing at him. In terms of ability, no one could laugh at Klein. When Terry thought he was on the second floor, Klein was already standing on the fifth floor.

Just when Terry thought his attack had succeeded.

"Buzz!"

An invisible barrier appeared in front of him.

"Static barrier? He's a magic swordsman? He doesn't look like it at all!"

Although Terry was very surprised, the battle blade in his hand did not stop. Terry twisted his hunched body again, preparing for a second attack.

His combat experience was rich. Even if the static field was a very rare magic, he had seen it several times and knew that this defensive magic had a strong defense, but the disadvantage was that it only had a single plane of defense.

He dodged the static field and slashed at Klein again at a very strange angle.

This time, the static field did not appear again, but a thin layer of ice appeared in front of him.

After his blade came into contact with this ice, it began to slow down. Terry rotated his battle blade in a circle, allowing the power of ice to gather at his attack point, and then he changed the direction of his attack.

"Let's see how many times you can defend!"

Having deceived the ice barrier, Terry had already arrived in front of Klein, and the battle blade in his hand slashed directly at the top of Klein's head, wanting to kill him with one blow.

And this time, Klein just slowly raised his hand.

"Bone Spur - Bone Flower!"

A large number of bones stretched out from Klein's palm, like wildly growing trees, instantly filling all of Terry's vision.

This situation left him with no way to retreat. He slashed out with his blade repeatedly, cutting off a dozen bones, but more bones stretched out towards him without end.

"Puchi!"

Terry's protective fighting spirit was not even able to resist the extension of Klein's bones, and dark red blood splattered out.

Terry knew that he could no longer continue fighting at this time and had to escape the encirclement of Klein's bones.

He gritted his teeth fiercely and erupted with a strong fighting spirit. The battle blade in his hand instantly turned into a sharp blade that could cut through the air.

With a horizontal slash, he directly cut off hundreds of Klein's bones, finally freeing himself.

After landing, Terry deeply felt the complexity and difficulty of Klein's abilities. He already knew in his heart that today, he probably had no chance.

Klein looked at Terry with some regret. He had originally thought that he would usher in an evenly matched battle, but he didn't expect such a result.

To be honest, Klein was a little disappointed. Terry's strength was clearly somewhat inconsistent with his reputation.

"Your speed, strength, physique, and fighting spirit are far below my expectations. Only the slash you unleashed just now had some of the demeanor of a fifth-order expert.

You and Jason are not comparable at all. I don't know if the news that you fought with Jason back then is true, but from the current point of view, Terry, you are too weak. Is it because you are old?"