In mid-air, Raven appeared in a flash and hugged Karin from behind. New...
"Brother, I'm okay, I just got hit three times." Karin stubbornly tried to push Raven away.
Raven's face turned cold: "I originally used the Hundred Fissure Fist. I didn't use my secret power, and I didn't stop after hitting a hundred punches. How dare you say that you only got three punches?"
Karin trembled, but she didn't argue anymore. She knew she had lost, but she was too unwilling to do so. It was obvious that Raven would enter the gold level first in the morning. The huge gap did not seem to narrow at all.
Biting her lip tightly, Karin resisted crying, broke away from Raven's arms, turned around and ran towards the contestant tunnel...
Raven sighed, and could only have a good talk with Karin after the tournament.
"Grave, thank you."
"Hey, I'm just trying to save my life." The evil monk, whose face was wrapped in white cloth, looked at Raven with his deep black eyes, and smiled coldly. He pointed at Raven with his index finger: "Although the tournament
Since then, your tactics have been fair and aboveboard, but I smell the scent of a top assassin in you. If I didn't know your past deeds, I would really believe that you are Dark Sun's number one killer."
"The head is on your head, you can think whatever you want." As he said this, Raven was complaining in his heart: He hated this kind of guy with amazing intuition.
Completely ignoring pretense and past experiences, and directly seeing the essence.
A pervert with a sixth sense is so uneasy.
"I'm so happy. I don't know why the bloody girl suddenly left the scene, but it just so happens that among the four of them, I am the first one to seriously taste your perfect and green fruit." The evil monk's eyes were suddenly filled with frenzy.
Violent anger, can it still be called human eyes?
Looking at those eyes, Raven naturally thought of the monsters and magical beasts in the bottomless abyss.
"Taste me? Aren't you afraid that you'll knock your teeth?" Raven smiled.
"No, no, no," shaking his fingers wrapped in white cloth, the evil monk licked his thick scarlet tongue: "Deliciousness is always a process, not a result. As long as the process is good, the result doesn't matter at all!"
Raven shrugged: "Ah, it seems that I can't discuss it with you. Although I'm not a perfectionist, I hope the process and results will be good."
Suddenly sighing, the evil monk grinned and said, "Let us use our fists to speak."
Raven has the Conqueror's Sword in his left hand and the Phantom Throne in his right hand: "Sorry, bullying the defenseless and weak is also one of my favorites."
Unarmed? When has a monk ever used a weapon?
Also, where is the evil monk weak?
"Poof!" Wallis in the distance raised his long elf ears and couldn't help laughing.
The evil monk ignored Wallis and instead stared at Raven's seemingly empty right hand: "It's a very interesting weapon. Is this the legendary weapon that got you back after defeating an imperial treasury?"
"right!"
"Very good! I am becoming more and more interested in you." After the words fell, the evil monk looked at Raven with a creepy gaze. He began to move forward slowly.
One step, two steps, three steps, with each step, the evil monk's aura became more concentrated. Raven knew that at this moment, the evil monk had fully opened his mind, and the spiritual power rising from his body made his skin harden.
Like steel, the fist is as strong as an axe.
Raven couldn't help but feel lucky. Fortunately, his expertise had just strengthened his internal organs, otherwise he would have been dead with just one punch from the evil monk.
The two of them got closer and closer, and the loud noise coming from the auditorium in their ears had already been filtered by their ears. Between heaven and earth, the only thing they could see was each other.
The time was approaching noon unknowingly, and the bright sunshine shone on the granite arena, giving off a faint halo. The wind unknowingly became stronger and stronger, and the bloody smell exuding from the black soil below the stage was soft.
There was a soft rolling sound of a small pebble.
Just such a soft and incredible sound became the starting gun for the two of them to start the war.
The two voices disappeared at the same time.
It's a war of speed versus speed.
Two figures flew quickly in the air.
The moment before the contact, Raven suddenly split into ten parts, and countless shadow energy light spots appeared on each of Raven's bodies.
At first, the evil monk thought that Raven was being clever and actually used shadow energy, which was not good at defense, as armor. After seeing it clearly, the evil monk cursed.
The evil monk has never seen professional rogues throw shadow darts, but he has never seen so many shadow darts. People who throw shadow darts can only throw a handful of shadow darts with both hands at the same time.
Raven?
With the support of the Hundred-Handed Giant's specialty, his whole body is full of launch points.
At that moment, the evil monk thought he had run into an army of abyssal hedgehogs that could shoot poisonous stings!
"Thud, tug, tug," the shadow darts in units of thousands completely covered the entire space.
For a moment, he couldn't tell which ones were real shadow darts and which ones were fakes. The evil monk could only instinctively dodge and defend in the sparseest places.
Despite this, I still don’t know how many shadow darts were hit.
In fact, the evil monk did not receive any damage. The copper-skinned iron bones trained by the monks had naturally high armor, and the breath defense at critical moments further reduced the damage.
Converted to the damage value in the system prompt, it's only a single digit.
The greater damage was reflected in the environment. A swarm of shadow darts like a shower collapsed on the granite floor. Every brick and stone was beaten into a hornet's nest. The densest places were like being hit by a pyroblast spell. The hard flowers were
The granite turned into gravel and rubble scattered everywhere, covering all the sight.
The audience held their breath.
In the misty dust, the evil monk's slender black figure swayed.
Except for the crotch area, all the white cloth on his body was smashed into pieces by the shadow darts, revealing a body of dark muscles like fine steel. What was even more terrifying was that it looked like the face of an evil monk. It was a face that had been burned by fire, except for a pair of eyes.
Still outside of their original positions, the entire facial features were almost melted.
It was such a terrifying face that the timid guy in the audience fainted from fright.
There were piles of cracked rocks around the evil monk's feet. If he moved his bare feet a little, there would be a crashing sound of falling rocks.
The evil monk's eyes were frighteningly bright.
Raven's skin was a little pimpled by the fierce gaze of this kind of awakened ancient ferocious beast. The spiritual energy escaping from the evil monk's body was already terrifying. The kind of spiritual energy that he could use alone could make the surrounding area more than ten meters wide.
The temperature is rising sharply, and ordinary gold masters will feel a suffocating burning sensation just by standing in front of it.
Raven still stood here quietly, the phantom and shadow surrounding him perfectly blending together, gently separating Raven from the high temperature.
"Maybe you don't know what these white cloths mean to me. But I want to tell you, you pissed me off." The evil monk's tone had an uncoordinated excitement and trembling.
A faint mist dispersed from Raven's body, blocking out the sound and creating an illusion that Raven was not speaking.
In the audience's perception, the two men were confronting each other quietly.
"The white cloth still has the smell of the murderer who killed your family. But so what? You smell this smell every day, haven't you discovered that it comes from the nine hells?" Raven happened to be holding a piece of white cloth in his hand.
He took a sniff and said, "In general, I know who the owner of this smell is."
The evil monk trembled all over, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You...you know?" His steel-like muscles suddenly swelled with excitement.
Raven raised the corner of his mouth: "I'll tell you if I win."
"good!"
As one of the most famous followers who had the opportunity to receive subordinates in the previous life game, the evil monk "Grave", who is both good and evil, is extremely popular among players. However, as one of the four kings at the beginning of the turbulent year, the evil monk is not
What kind of gold-medal thug is easy to fool?
It’s true that he is responsible for the annihilation of his family, and it’s true that he wants to seek revenge. Unfortunately, this man is a typical person who doesn’t let go of the rabbit before he sees the rabbit. If you don’t find him with any useful information, he will directly kill you.
In the previous life, the player guild spent a lot of effort to find out who the enemy was, but the evil monk directly asked the guild to help him enter the nine hells to seek revenge on his enemy!
His enemy was the right-hand man of Prince Levistus, the fifth devil king.
As you can imagine, all the players who gritted their teeth and entered hell were wiped out. The evil monk also had no good end and was turned into a brainless killing machine.
To be honest, Raven really wants to accept the evil monk as his little brother. Although this guy has an extreme personality, once he gets it right, he is the most powerful loyal dog. The idea is very good, but it depends on the situation. If Melissa, the demon of desire,
Things are going well there, and it's not impossible for Raven to consider developing evil monks as followers.
Before that, you still need to use your strength to subdue the evil monk, otherwise this guy will have the face of saying that the whole world owes him money, and he will not be able to serve him at all.
Dealing with evil monks is not easy.
He is a warrior monk, but he has a part-time job as a crazed deputy as a Mimic. A weird profession that can use psychic powers to imitate the opponent's unique moves to fight back.
This profession itself is not a fortress, but when used by the evil monk, it becomes a bomb. The evil monk started looking for enemies all over the world when he was twelve years old. In fifteen years, he experienced more than 5,000 battles, large and small, which gave him the richest combat experience.
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He can easily find the opponent's weakness, whether it is professional, spiritual, or equipment, and directly attack the opponent with the moves that the opponent is most afraid of.
Of course, the evil monk did not reach the level of a copying ninja.
In fact, there are still many moves with special requirements that he cannot copy.
for example……
When the evil monk rushed forward as fast as the wind, preparing to hit Raven once and then launch a flurry of blows, Raven suddenly released more than thirty phantom clones and took out a lot of things from his storage bracelet.
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Countless Ravens had the same mean smile on their faces, and he was seen throwing out a lot of weapons. Not only swords, guns, swords and halberds, but also some strange weapons whose purpose and nature were unknown.
Each one looks like it has been covered in dust for a long time, and the fact that it can withstand a small amount of power infusion shows that they are silver-level weapons.
Under Raven's Hundred-Handed Giant Specialty, these weapons lightly touched any part of Raven's body and immediately turned into lightning bolts and shot toward the evil monk.
"Look at my copycat version of King's Treasure!" (To be continued.)