The two butcher professional boxers both wore black round hats and a set of saint-like white clothes and white trousers. There was a bloody cross pattern on the chest of their shirts, and they were wielding what looked like a big stick.
It's also like a butcher's knife.
Their eyes were so wide open that their eyelids seemed to be split open, and their eyes had an almost indescribable and weird bloodlust.
The butcher profession is also called the "Crusader profession" by the Church of God.
J-Class Program:Blood Blessing
"You will kill the inhabitants of that city with the edge of the sword, and you will kill with the edge of the sword all the people in the city, including the livestock."
The Canaanites must be destroyed!
Every time a heretic is killed, and every bit of blood is added, the butcher's body and nerves become stronger.
And a brain that is crazy about God is like a mental shackles, and the integrity of the personality will not easily decline.
From the blood of pagans, they saw God's blessing to believers.
At this time, when the order from the high-level private room was conveyed, the two butchers acted immediately. Their strong bodies were also fast, and they wielded their swords and attacked the agile Dongtu Taoist priest.
The "sword energy" that drove the three warriors' casings to the verge of collapse, but those electromagnetic wave messages failed to respond to them.
The Butcher is driven by a fine clockwork. For a period of time, the machine has no personality and is immune to any electronic information and mental information. The only way to stop the Clockwork Orange is to physically destroy it.
If the friendly party has a fabricator, an exorcist or a singer, these three professional systems of the same star palace can all wind up the butcher, making it more violent and letting this clockwork madly infect more people.
Suddenly, two butchers in black hats and white clothes approached the Dongtu Taoist priest, one on each side, and swung their sticks to beat him.
On their faces were extremely weird and insane smiles.
"He who assists his master with Dao will not strengthen the world with military force."
Taoist Yu Cheng recited a verse lightly, without being mentally affected by the fanatical clockwork.
His posture was as graceful as a swimming dragon, and he avoided the blow of the stick. The words on the left and right sleeves of the Taoist robe glowed like neon signs, as if he had switched to a mode and used physical close combat swordsmanship.
The edge of this electronic long sword also has the power to cut iron like clay.
Blocking, picking, and stabbing, he suddenly made a crosscut. One of the butchers was bleeding on the spot. His entire right hand was chopped off, and the big stick fell. But the butcher with the severed hand and the other butcher saw the blood more violently and became even more crazy.
The earth entangled the Taoist priest.
The figures of the three assassins were looming, causing fluctuations in the air.
They had been waiting for an opportunity to assassinate the monk in the middle, but they were afraid of the Taoist priest's sword and could not find a gap to attack.
But now, two butchers used their blood to create an opportunity.
And in the high-level box, everyone saw that a butcher was basically finished, and they were even more unhappy. Ten people were beating two people.
That Dongtu Taoist priest looks like he is only twenty-three or fourteen years old. If this is his true age and he has this ability at this age, he will be a "Sword Immortal" in the fourth and fifth programs in the future, and he is already a top-notch thug now.
Sophia was filled with anger. How could she pick someone? There was something wrong with Gasboy's intelligence system...
"Then what is the monk doing?" she heard someone ask, "Why is he not moving?"
"He is visualizing." Yosuke Harado was indifferent. He must not let the monk succeed in visualizing, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable. He ordered to the ring through the intercom: "The assassin takes action immediately!"
"Tulpa." Elizabeth muttered one word, feeling nervous.
The vajra process is Vajra, which belongs to the body tantra; while the visual manifestation process is Tulpa, which belongs to the mind tantra.
It does not take on the appearance, and it is as if it is immovable; it turns and returns, and perfection arises.
It is said that this kind of monk is not only powerful in the real world, but also very effective in the spiritual network.
Visualize? Everyone by the glass window was silent, getting information from their headphones one after another, and becoming increasingly depressed.
It refers to the method of tantric monks, which uses the so-called sixth consciousness to form the present from nothing. By visualizing various incarnations, it blurs the boundaries between the real world and the spiritual network, so that related visual objects appear in the area where one is.
It is not substantial, but it can create the same visual, auditory and other sensory information, as well as related light, so the camera can capture it, and it can affect people's hearts even more.
It looks like nothingness, but also looks like substance. The boundary between substance and nothingness is blurred.
On the ring, three assassins suddenly launched an offensive, using three daggers, one with a sure-kill blow, and two with a thousand-mile sword.
They drew nearly ten afterimages of light from different directions, piercing the cassocked monk like a beam of light.
Taoist priest Yu Cheng was fighting with two butchers and an executioner. Three warriors also came and could not escape.
If the monk dies, he will not escape.
At this time, it seemed that the outcome was decided.
"My Buddha's compassion...appears!"
It was also at this time that Monk Wu Zhen opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer peaceful, but contained twisted whirlpools.
Suddenly, a roar like a thunderstorm exploded out of thin air.
Everyone saw a huge ape appearing in the sky above the ring, with messy black wire hair all over its body, its ugly face full of modification cracks, and its sharp teeth dripping with blood in its open mouth.
As soon as the ape appears, it will directly smash the giant mountain to the ground, covering the entire arena.
"This is the ape in the heart of the poor monk, the giant ape king. The poor monk has murderous intentions, please help me practice!"
The nine-point ring scar on Monk Wu Zhen's head stirred with blood threads, as if there was a surge of blood.
The giant ape king fell into the air, and with two giant hands, he swept several figures surrounding Yu Cheng out of the ring.
Whether it was a mammoth casing warrior, an executioner or a meat cutter, they all flew out uncontrollably in surprise.
"Ah!" The three assassins were then stomped hard by its feet, and they all fell painfully onto the ring, as if they had jumped out of a high-speed vehicle. Their legs were bruised and bloody.
Wu Zhen fiddled with the mechanical beads in his hand and muttered scriptures, seeming to be controlling and suppressing the giant ape king.
Although the screen image showed the giant ape knocking down these boxers, in fact they were counterattacked by their own power.
They also have mental apes, and they are very heavy; only the two Clockwork Orange Butchers are still immune, and no change can be seen.
And because the giant ape king did not attack Yu Cheng, his sword dance resumed and he calmly chopped off all three remaining hands of the two butchers.
"God has the virtue of a good life, I advise you to take care of yourself." Taoist Yu Cheng said, slowly picking up the electronic sword.
The boxers in the audience and everyone in the high-rise private rooms were all stunned...
Less than ten seconds after the giant ape appeared, all ten extraordinary beings in the mixed team on the stage were dead, but none of them survived.
This fact, as well as the Taoist priest's words, seemed to be a slap in the face of the organizer of the boxing match.
Thirty million grand prize? One million and one head? This is one way and one monk, and there is a way to get it.
Suddenly, an assassin's dagger flew out from above the ring, flew toward the upper floors, and slammed into the thick bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass window of the private room, penetrating in and causing fine cracks on the glass window.
Sophia broke out in a cold sweat, and everyone around her frowned and frowned.
As for Elizabeth, a smile appeared on her lips.
Wu Zhen picked up this short sword from the ring and threw it with the power of King Kong.
"Sin, sin." Monk Wu Zhen clasped his hands together and closed his eyes slightly. The terrifying giant ape king was standing behind him.
At the same time, the boxers who had not yet started the fight became confused when they saw the giant ape, and they all began to think of retreating, as they could not beat him.
If there was a fabricator here, he might be able to break this demonic monk's imagination at once. But what they installed were all extraordinary programs of the physical melee type, and they were all second-programmers.
The demon monk is a special-level second-level programmer, and the food-preparing sword monk is also a special-level second-level programmer...
And judging from their fighting speed, they are all highly talented.
As long as they join forces, no one here can beat them, ten or twenty, it doesn't make any difference.
"Yosuke, send all the butchers up!" Sophia said angrily, "If you fight with them, one of them will be able to hit..."
"You lack actual combat experience." But Yosuke Harafuji was very calm, "If we lose, there is nothing we can do against them tonight."
Everyone was silent. In fact, no one in the private room lacked actual combat experience. Even if they had combat training, it was just practice. None of them, including Yosuke Harato, had ever truly experienced the edge of life and death.
Before they had K-class procedures, this was a weakness of the powerful Blood Eaters.
But even the inexperienced can see that Yosuke is right, sending more people to the ring will only increase the momentum of this monk and increase Elizabeth's victory, proving that she has really found a human treasure.
The United District is talking about the arena again. It's the arena, and they can't make any more moves.
"This boxing match is quite exciting," Elizabeth said.
Not long after, the referee announced the end of the melee, and Elizabeth Sterling's team won with two against ten.
Harafuji Yosuke turned to look at Elizabeth and said in an emotionless voice:
"Elizabeth, congratulations on winning the boxing match. You are really lucky.
"But you will never be our partner. From the moment you chose not to become a Blood Eater, you betrayed us; and what happened next, you will never come back to the club.
"No matter what your plans are, you are not welcome in the Heir Club, only blood eaters are welcome."
At this time, many people around them had cold faces and no longer concealed their disgust for Elizabeth. The game ended here.
"Didn't you see that you and Seth are the only ones here today? Why?"
Yosuke Harafuji said again, walking towards the leather sofa over there.
"How long can the Sterling family tolerate you? Your overdrive value is not that great.
"Even if you find talents today, it's useless. It's useless. Because your ideas and your methods are different from ours. The bank's decision-makers only have blood-eaters, and you are not. The longer you stay in Seth, the conflict will
It will become more and more serious.
“In the end, Seth will kick you out, and there will be no seat for you in the New World Bank.
"Unless you go and kill all the losing boxers with your own hands now to prove your determination to return."
Yosuke Harato sat down on the sofa, took a glass of red wine and sipped slightly, "I allow you to do this."
"Yes, this is interesting, and I allow it."
"Kill those losers."
"Liz, help us clear out the trash."
All the blood-eaters started laughing, and Yosuke Harato asked again: "Are you our enemy or our friend? Go ahead and kill all the guys who should have died after being saved by that monk."
Elizabeth looked at these young blood eaters and listened to their words, and her heart felt even colder.
She has known many of them since she was a child, and her impressions of some of them are not even what she sees in front of her.
I just don’t know when, maybe in the past year or two after everyone became extraordinary, they have completely changed.
The characteristics of the extraordinary profession will shape a person's thoughts and behaviors, and they will become only cold blood-eaters.
As for herself, she seems to still be stuck in the past, stuck in a kind of self-woven dream, with unrealistic expectations for Sophia and others, hoping that she can lurk in, instigate rebellion, and talk through someone...
But what the immature blood-eater wants most is to show off his blood-eating instinct as a potential heir.
And she...she should also truly come out and no longer be the child she was before, or even a girl.
It is no longer the dream bubble that almost only moves around various wealthy areas, dreaming in imaginary peace and beauty.
This is a city where people are eating people. No innocence or sweetness should be substituted for blood eaters.
What they said is right, Seth is also a blood eater, one of the biggest ones.
While Elizabeth was deep in thought, various security teams reported news one after another that there were too many boxers coming from many streets around Crazy Fight Street. They ignored the blockade and were driving in groups and approaching Boxing Stone Square on foot.
The situation has slipped out of control and must be dealt with immediately...
Even with good sound insulation, everyone in the private room could vaguely hear the rapid hustle and bustle on the streets outside. There were noisy car horns everywhere, and there were rounds of boxers shouting in unison:
"Destroy the Shengshou Boxing Gym and drive away the bank dogs! Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
Someone went to the window on the other side of the private room and looked outside, only to see a crowd of people on the street in the rainy night.
There must be boxers from all walks of life there, and the most eye-catching one is the Black Panther with a bucket in the crowd.
Those street boys were in the car, waving a fist flag on the road, shouting for a fight, leading the crowd to break through multiple blockades, heading towards the gunpoint without fear of death, and approaching Fist Stone Square.
The security personnel are retreating continuously. Once a shot is fired, the war will completely explode.
"Yosuke, it's too big now, there are all boxers outside!"
"Do you think we dare not shoot? These people are really not afraid of death."
"Calm down, everyone. I've already sent a few more helicopters. Let these people come over, but don't let them get close to the Shengshou Boxing Gym. As long as they cross a little bit, they will shoot directly from the sky."
Yosuke Harafuji sat on the sofa without moving, slowly drinking red wine, "Leave no one behind."
The heavy-duty armed helicopters of the Flowing Light City Police Department can easily smash a group of low-level transcendent beings into pieces.
Everyone immediately regained their composure and discussed how to eradicate those boxing men and how to clean up the rebels in the boxing area afterwards.
Elizabeth remained silent, just watching and thinking about how cold-blooded they were.
Suddenly, something dawned on her.
She understood, completely understood, how she should return and lurk.
She doesn't need to return to any heir club at all, but she can still gain a foothold in Seth, and even better.
Elizabeth figured it out, and she found an angle from the blood-eater's thinking, a business angle of selling hope.
As the master said, it is a new thing that is being formed, not a stale past.
This angle is her winner.
She wants these blood eaters to help her practice!
"There is no need to continue the fight. The 30 million belongs to my team. You can divide the rest among you."
Elizabeth told a group of blood eaters, and then used the intercom to Seth's team: "Protect my boxers and let them go. Also, report it to the joint area immediately. There are people here who are selfish and want to vent their anger and kill those losers."
boxer.
"This is not in the best interest. A group of boxers should not go to waste like this. They can all continue to work hard for the bank."
At this time, the expressions of many young blood eaters, including Sophia, changed.
They do want to vent their anger and kill people, which is indeed not in the best interest...
It didn't matter if no one mentioned it. If Elizabeth reported it like this, they wouldn't be able to kill a single boxer.
"Liz!" Sophia shouted angrily, "If your team withdraws now, it is impossible to win the championship. The game is not over yet."
"Then let's see, can I or can't I? Also, don't call me Liz."
After Elizabeth said that, she ignored the group of sullen blood-eaters and walked outside where the noise was getting louder and louder.
What is Elizabeth Sterling? She is a heroic new product, a specific model of Seth. She is the person who can enhance the value of Seth's image, and she is the person who can save the boxing area tonight.
