infinite blood core

Chapter 657 Savage Duel

Ten minutes later, a loud musical instrument sounded suddenly.

Afterwards, the Snow Elf, who presided over the savage duel, ran to the center of the duel field full of energy, and shouted in a passionate voice: "My noble lords and ladies, welcome to watch this savage duel!"

"There is no need to talk nonsense, let's have the first duel immediately."

"A bronze thief dominated by desire, and an ordinary man whose wife and children were insulted and killed."

"Hehe, today's appetizer is a bit interesting."

"Ordinary people vs. superhumans!"

"Let's see, are ordinary people's grievances justified, or is the power of the extraordinary over everything?"

"The next 30 seconds is time to bet!"

As soon as the host Snow Fairy finished speaking, hasty bells rang continuously.

After ringing for 30 seconds, the door of the waiting room facing the duel field suddenly opened to the side.

The ordinary middle-aged man almost threw himself out.

Holding a bloody ax in his hand, he rushed into the duel arena.

His enemy and opponent, the bronze-ranked thief, dragged a wounded leg that was bleeding profusely, and was coming out of another door opposite.

Obviously, in order to increase the fun and "fairness" of the savage duel, what the field owner provided was a Transcendent with a disabled state.

The ordinary middle-aged man let out a roar, and rushed up with a big ax in his hand.

The bronze thief hopped on one foot, trying to distance himself from the middle-aged man.

"Damn it, he's faking it!" Spring Fist suddenly yelled in a low voice.

There is an iron fence on the door of the waiting room. Although the field of view is narrow, you can just see the back of the middle-aged man and the thief who is "running away".

Blue Algae's eyes also penetrated the iron fence, attracted by this battle.

He couldn't help but get nervous about the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man threw himself on the bronze thief. At the critical moment, the bronze thief showed a grinning grin, using his fighting spirit, and his movements suddenly became flexible.

The thief dodged the ax smoothly, then aimed at the middle-aged man's back, and stabbed him hard with the dagger.

The middle-aged man didn't notice the dagger that was stabbing him. With a roar, he opened his hand suddenly, grabbed the thief's injured leg, and used his fingers to dig into the bleeding and festering wound.

The next moment, the two roared at the same time due to the severe pain.

The thief's stabbing action was deformed due to the severe pain. Although the dagger pierced the middle-aged man's back, it was not fatal.

The middle-aged man's back swelled, and with the dagger on his head, he tore at the thief's wound and knocked the thief to the ground.

He took advantage of the opportunity to ride on the thief's body, raised the iron ax high with his right hand, and slammed it down.

The next moment, the black iron ax directly split the thief's head, leaving only the mouth intact.

The thief's terrified expression froze on his face that was almost split in half.

The revenge of the middle-aged man has just begun.

He kept raising the ax and chopping down again and again.

The bronze thief's head was completely chopped off by him, followed by the former's chest, waist, internal organs and thighs.

Every time the middle-aged man slashed vigorously, the wound on his back was constantly bleeding.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice it, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exhausted his whole body's strength every time he slashed.

In the end, he also passed out due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion.

However, this does not prevent him from becoming the ultimate winner.

"Nice job!" Springfist grinned.

Lanzao glanced at him and suddenly realized: Although Spring Fist is a gang member and a criminal, he is not the kind with low morals.

In the duel between the extraordinary and the ordinary people, the ordinary people won in the end.

This result did not come as a surprise.

There are many factors that determine the outcome of a battle.Bronze-level battle qi can only be boosted by experts, and external body protection is something that only black-iron level can do.

In fact, even a Bronze Fighter in full condition could be killed by ordinary people, not to mention that this Bronze Thief had already been seriously injured.

It wasn't until the end of the battle that Lanzao noticed that the terrain of the duel field had changed.It was not the red stone pillar terrain that he tested privately before, but a flat plain with thin grass on it.

The middle-aged man who passed out was dragged down.

The black mist began to spread, and finally enveloped the entire duel venue, turning it into a pitch-black night.

The night quickly dissipated.

The duel venue changed again, turning into a swampy landscape.Pieces of solid stone-skinned land are dotted in the deep purple swampy mud.

The host snow elf appeared again. He stood on the largest stone plot with a loud voice.

"My honorable judges, I don't know if the appetizer just now suits your appetite? I am honored to introduce the content of the second brutal duel to you."

"A bronze-level old mage sold fake and inferior alchemy materials for huge profits."

"A young aristocratic child was severely cheated by him. Our victim did not choose to report it, it would be too boring."

"He used the power of his family to capture the old bronze mage, and then escorted him here."

"The following are his exact words to the old bronze mage—'Since you can make tentacles of pain that look like real ones, you must be familiar with them. Give you a chance. If you can cross the swamp where the tentacles of pain are hidden, take Get the token in the treasure chest, then you have succeeded. I will spare your life!'”

"Haha, this scene is more interesting than before, gentlemen and ladies, what do you think?"

"The 30-second countdown, it's time to choose. Did the old mage defeat the tentacles of pain and save himself, or did the powerful nobleman succeed in revenge and teach the old mage the worst lesson?"

As soon as the host finished speaking, a bell rang.

After 30 consecutive rings, the host shouted: "Please enjoy now, the journey of redemption of the bronze mage!"

The door opened again.

Lanzao saw that the old man sitting on the bench made a move.

He took a deep breath, leaning on a slender staff like a cane, and walked slowly and heavily into the duel arena.

The old mage stood at the edge of the field, and the gate behind him was quickly closed again.

He had a solemn expression on his face, and he didn't step into the swamp rashly. Instead, after singing, he used a spell to fire a fireball directly in front of him.

The fireball hit the swamp and exploded.

Black muddy water splashed in all directions, the rotten smell spread violently, and several suspicious bones were also blasted out.

This moved Blue Algae a little, and was amazed that the duel field could create such a realistic battle field.

The old mage didn't have the calm attitude of Lanzao. After tentatively testing out the safety ahead, he walked forward cautiously.

The target chest should be hidden across from him, where a broadleaf forest grows.

In addition, other places have a wide view.

The old mage gradually approached the woods, but the frequency of using fireballs to test dropped sharply.

His personal mana is limited.

The old mage began to stop and meditate.

But the next moment, the surface of the swamp near him suddenly bulged up one after another, and then purple-skinned swamp octopus popped up one after another.

Howling, they rushed to the old mage.

The old bronze mage was so frightened that his whole body trembled, he had no sense of fighting at all, and began to run forward with all his strength.

After running a few steps, he sank into the swamp.

But the next moment, the old mage floated out.

It has to be said that mages have much more means than fighters, even at the bronze level, they have the ability to fly.

However, the flying distance of the old mage was obviously not long enough, and soon he fell to a rocky ground.

The octopus people who were chasing after him were already approaching.

The old mage had to turn around and took out the spell scroll from his arms.

A series of ice guns flew out, killing more than a dozen octopus men.

These octopus people do not have a superhuman being, but there are many of them.A quarter died, which enraged them even more.

The old mage smashed out another bottle of potion.

The potion exploded, forming a glistening cloud of white dust.

The octopus man rushed into the mist, and immediately fell to the ground in all directions, killing half of the people.

The remaining octopus chose to avoid the white dust cloud.

The old mage won time, set off again, and flew to the final grove.

In the woods, he saw the treasure chest.

But the moment he opened the treasure chest, countless tentacles of pain pierced through the ground and beat him from all directions.

The mage shield worn by the old mage was quickly shattered.

In the end, his whole body was overwhelmed by painful tentacles whipping wildly.

When the octopus rushed over and controlled the tentacles of pain, the bones of the old mage's body were smashed, not to mention the flesh and blood.

The state of death is appalling.

Seeing this result, Spirulina has a deeper understanding of brutal duels.

As Frostspit had introduced him, savage duels were violent and bloody.If the opponent is not human, it is undoubtedly worse.Intelligent life will have emotions such as pity, sympathy, arrogance, etc., and may bypass the life of the loser.But like this kind of painful tentacles, it's not enough to kill the loser, it's enough to crush the loser to ashes.

The black mist rose again, covering the entire duel field.

When it dissipated, the dueling field became a pillar of red rock.

Seeing the familiar scene, Lanzao's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he would be next.

Sure enough, the hosting snow elf appeared again: "The third savage duel is a lucky one who has awakened his bloodline and has just been promoted to the black iron class."

"Damn, why didn't such a good thing happen to me!"

"Now this guy takes the initiative to participate in the savage duel. Is there any difficulty, or does the expansion of his strength make him want to try more new and exciting things?"

"Let's see who his opponent is?"

"Oh!"

"He's miserable, his opponent turned out to be a black iron-level snow sculpture!!"

"I like this, I can't wait to see his corpse being torn into pieces under the claws of the snow sculpture."

"Quickly place your bets, our rookie is empty-handed, but he has to deal with a flying monster."

"Do you believe in this lucky guy, or do you want to see him die tragically?"

The 30-second countdown bell rang immediately.

(End of this chapter)