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Chapter 125 Is it a very special BOSS?

 A huge black shadow stretched out his hands and pushed open the stone door of the arena. He took heavy steps and walked towards his own battlefield step by step. Every time he took a step forward, the circular arena trembled violently.

For a moment, it seemed as if a terrifying beast from ancient times was ushered in.

The huge and thick stone door slowly separated to both sides along the closed central axis. The movement that was more violent than the landslide and the cracking of the ground, as well as the smoke and dust rising in the sky, actually made people feel that it was not a door that had been pushed open, but a door.

It tore apart a steep mountain cliff, set up a fortress, or awakened a silent volcano.

The wind suddenly blew, rolling up the yellow sand and passing over the shadow of the fireworks, bringing a sense of desolation and sadness. In the smoke and sand, a majestic shadow appeared at the end of the one hundred and twenty stone steps.

As soon as it appeared, it swallowed up most of the light, plunging the surroundings into deep darkness, swallowing up people's sight like a black hole, cutting off the direction of sight.

He looked down at the guests who came from afar. His attitude was arrogant, barbaric, arrogant, but also bold, domineering and natural, because he was the well-deserved master here, braver than giants, more powerful than dragons; he was the most powerful force in the world.

The manifestation of martial arts, the end of earthly martial arts, and the warriors who reach the top.

Although she could not see the other party in full, his figure standing in the smoke and dust gave Olvera a great sense of oppression. The girl swallowed hard and saw the Book of Truth pop up about the other party.

Property description:

[Shadow of the Ruler - Martial God Emperor Karna, hp???/???, a phantom that was split from the legendary ruling monster that guarded the castle, but gained a unique existence by its own will, perhaps a symbol

With a special memory. He will test the strength of the challenger. In the face of his peak martial arts, the weak will be like a swarm of crickets and ants, wiped out in ashes. Only by showing one's strength can he gain his recognition and open the way to the lowest level.

Corridor road, and weaken the strength of the commanding monsters. Use exquisite swordsmanship and supreme power to completely suppress your enemies. There is no weakness at all. If you want to gain their recognition, you must fight against them in an upright way. For

He brings the most enjoyable battle. There is no weak point damage type, no weak point attribute, and no shield coverage.]

After reading this description, everyone fell silent.

Not only because this guy is different from other Shadows of the Commander, he has his own title and name; not only because his health bar is ridiculously long, even the HP value is displayed as a question mark; but also because, the truth

The book's information introduction to this guy has four big words written inside and outside: Invincible.

Peak martial arts, exquisite swordsmanship, supreme power, no weaknesses to speak of... These descriptions give people an uneasy feeling just by looking at them.

Coupled with his words before the appearance and the momentum when he appeared...

"The final boss has a strong character." Alice lowered her voice deliberately, as if she was afraid of being heard by the other party: "It's obviously just the boss on the second to last floor."

The penultimate floor has such a high-level posture. How to describe the real final boss when it appears? Unstoppable? Full of firepower?

When all kinds of messy thoughts appeared in Alice's mind, the smoke, sand and dust covering the top of the stone steps finally slowly dispersed under the blow of the cold wind, revealing the true appearance of the master of the arena.

The moment she looked at him, Oveira held her breath subconsciously, and even her heart stopped beating for a moment. This was an instinctive reaction that could not be suppressed, just like a herbivorous cub seeing an invincible predator.

The reaction is often to run away, but if you can't run away, you can only wait to die, trembling.

What a majestic, majestic, oppressive and heroic warrior he is.

His body is made of obsidian rock iron. It is majestic and majestic. The stone steps that require a double jump are just tiny steps under his feet. The body is covered with a pitch-black armor and stomach, but it is broken.

It was unbearable and damaged in many places. The broken armor and metal edges could vaguely show the hideous scratches caused by knives and axes. It seemed that after experiencing thousands of fierce battles, it could no longer bear the heavy responsibility of defending its master from swords, but it was still beaten.

Wear it on your body to remember the glorious battles of the past with wounds, or to show your bravery and strength.

In the exposed area of ​​​​the armor, there are large muscles that are as knotted as blue rocks, and thick blood vessels bulge out, transporting every drop of blood eager to fight in a heart that never gives up the fight to various parts of the body.

, when the crimson to burning blood flows in the blood vessels, it is like lava spreading in thousands of caves under the volcano, providing all the cold and dry rocks with amazing and majestic heat and infinite energy.

Boiling blood. It’s hard to imagine how violent and spectacular the scene will be when it erupts.

His face is serious and rigid, his gaze is formidable and overbearing, and there are two curved black horns on his forehead. The blazing flames flutter behind his head like hair, and echo like a cloak, setting off him as if he is on fire.

A god with a ring of infinite flames, sacred and majestic; he does not wear a helmet, and the lines of his facial features are rigid and rigid without appearing rough, like a rock with sharp edges. From the corner of his left eye, a ferocious scar crawls to the lower jaw of his right face,

It was a horrific injury that almost split his head in two, which proved how many life-and-death battles he had experienced in the past.

Different from ordinary humanoid creatures, he has three arms, one hand on each side. There is also a hand at the connection between the neck and the back. Each of the three hands holds a huge sword, and the sword body is engraved with red gold.

Runes; the left and right hands hang down naturally, sweeping the hard rock ground with the sword tip, leaving scorch marks after the flames burn. The hand behind the back holds the other sword across the chest, pointing toward the sharp and sharp

Moving his gaze on the blade of the sword, he saw his eyes as dark as the moon, forcing everyone in his sight with direct and sharp inspection.

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He patrols his territory like a ferocious tiger, and stands like a giant pillar supporting an island in the deep sea. Whenever he appears, he will steal everyone's attention. It is obvious that the arena standing under his feet is more magnificent, but in front of him

When looking at him, no one could force themselves to focus on those towering pillars, majestic arches, continuous reliefs and infinitely rising rings of flames. He was the only one in their eyes, as if he was on this stage.

, only he is the most eye-catching star.

"I am the Martial God Emperor, Karna."

"Use the skills of martial arts to reach the pinnacle; the divine emperor of martial arts is invincible."

He opened his mouth, and his deep and deep voice penetrated the towering arc arches and reached Olvera's ears: "People who come from afar, if they want to be qualified to challenge the original ruler, they can set fire to it here."

Let’s prove our bravery in the arena.”

"You have defeated the memory of cowardice and gained the reverberation of courage. Courage is an indestructible blade in the hands of mortals;"

"You have defeated the painful memory and gained the reverberation of longing. Longing is the persistence that urges mortals to pursue the way forward;"

"You have defeated the memory of loneliness and gained the reverberation of will. Will is the resilience that inspires mortals to become stronger."

"In the long years since I was born, I have reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the world due to countless hard trainings, but it is difficult to find a suitable opponent to arouse the passionate blood in my chest."

"And you, the princess of Beimang, who have courage, longing and the power of will, will you be the opponent I am waiting for?"

"I hope you can make me happy. In this way, I will not hesitate to recognize you and give you the secret of being a strong person."

The dark moon in his eyes began to burn without knowing when. The flames swayed and danced, as red and bright as the blazing red stars. The two swords hanging down in both hands and the giant sword held horizontally in the third hand were raised and slashed at the same time, tearing the void.

, rolling up the whistling and roaring airflow. In an instant, an extremely strong, awe-inspiring and terrifying momentum rushed towards my face, like an invisible beast raging in the arena, oppressing Olvera's breathing.

The princess looked pale and subconsciously raised her hands to shield her face from the strong wind and smoke and sand.

Seeing this, the Martial God Emperor Karna on the high platform frowned slightly: "Such a weak posture is not what a good opponent should look like."

"Raise your head, Princess of Beman."

"Answer my question with fearless courage: Do you want to accept my trial and challenge the ruler of the Arena of Fire to gain the qualifications to be recognized by the Order?"

"If you don't want to, you can leave now."

"It's just that I will be very disappointed."

"It's hard to find him except for his opponents, but in fact, you don't have the courage to be strong in your heart."

"Just ordinary people."

The God of War looked serious and solemn, showing no anger or authority.

In the arena, looking up at the imposing warriors of Hundred Battles on the high platform, Oveira did not answer immediately, but murmured, with a look of confusion and reminiscence on her pale and absent-minded face: "Martial God Emperor.

...Karna?"

Such a familiar name.

"I seem to..." she said to herself: "Where have you heard it?"

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