Dante's Marvel Journey

Chapter 163 The Baroque of Desire and Dissatisfaction
In the school, in front of the only remaining dormitory building, a faint blue space gap suddenly appeared in the dry and cracked ground as if it had experienced a drought that lasted for several years.

A gleam of excitement flashed in the eyes of Baroque, who had been standing quietly on the roof of the dormitory, and jumped down from the roof, jumping to the front of the space gap that suddenly appeared.

Due to the excessive force, the parched ground could not bear his strength, this jump directly shattered the five-meter ground, and for a moment, dust rose high.

"Sparta!"

As soon as a figure appeared in the space gap, Baroque shouted excitedly, raised his fists, kicked his legs, and smashed the ground heavily. The whole person really let out a "boom" like a fired shell. There was a loud noise, and the powerful airflow behind him even caused the dust to roll back. One can imagine the power of this blow!

But this mighty Ssangyong Going to Sea was easily parried by a samurai sword with a scabbard!

Just as Dante came out of the gap in space, a black figure waved his fist, and the whole person came towards him with a terrifying momentum. Without thinking about it, Dante greeted him with the strongest shield in his hand: Yan Mo Dao go up.

The Yan Mo Dao with the sheath slanted slightly, and came to the middle of Baroque's fists. As Dante turned his wrists and pressed down, it firmly stuck (qia) Baroque's fists.

But Baroque had been preparing for a long time, and the power on his fist was not something Dante, who had reacted hastily, could parry. Dante was pushed back two steps by this force.

Dante had expected this for a long time, and twisted his wrists forcefully. The Yan Modao stuck in the middle of the fists followed Dante's force, driving the master of the fists to make a 180-degree rotation!
Dante's four or two strokes, using his strength to strike, was beyond Baroque's expectations. Seeing that he was about to lose his balance, his excellent combat experience and fighting awareness made Baroque's right leg dangling in the air, instinctively hang a golden hook upside down, Kick it towards Dante's head!
But in mid-air, with nowhere to rely on, his speed and strength could not catch up with Dante who had already reacted.

The handle of Yan Mo Dao in Dante's hand had hit Baroque's abdomen fiercely, intending to knock him out.

But Baroque is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. He grabbed the handle of Yan Modao in mid-air and took Yan Modao out of the scabbard. The offensive of his right leg did not stop. Due to the change of posture, his right leg swept across Killed Dante, interrupting Dante's deadly combo!
Dante blocked this powerless sweep with his scabbard. Seeing that Baroque had adjusted his posture and prepared to meet him with the help of his block in the air, Dante gave up his plan to continue the pursuit.

Everything happened so fast that Dante had time to look at this strange white-faced demon at this time. His eyes fell on the baroque glove for a while, and then he looked at the sheath of Yan Modao that had been pulled out of his hand. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he said to Baroque, who had already landed and stood firm: "This scene was beyond my expectation, so, you... are Baroque?"

"Hey, Dante." Baroque threw away the Yan Modao in his hand, and Yan Modao inserted into the wall of the dormitory building behind him. Baroque folded his arms and smiled: "After my personal experience this time, You have really become stronger, unexpectedly stronger!"

Dante looked at Yan Mo Dao inserted into the wall of the dormitory with a strange expression. Only then did he see the current situation of the school clearly. Dante, who had fought before, knew that it was written by Baroque. The corner of Dante's mouth twitched slightly: "I hope old Rickon's blood pressure is okay."

Afterwards, Dante's eyes fell on Baroque again, and Dante, who guessed the general truth, asked with some headaches: "Isn't it good for you to make your weapon honestly? Why do you want to come back again? "

"Hahahaha! Dante, do you still remember why I followed you?"

"Oh~, I think about it, it seems to be to see the scenery at a higher place."

"Yes! Now, you have grown to a level I never imagined, I can't help it!"

"So, you came out on purpose to be beaten?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Baroque was very excited. The weapons on his hands and feet, that is, his body burst into flames uncontrollably. Baroque laughed and said: "Hahahaha! Dante, I live to pursue fighting against powerful enemies. Now you , how can I bear it, come on, let me see, your tile!"

As soon as the words fell, Baroque was wearing the clothes of purgatory, like a burning supernova, charged towards Dante with raging flames!
Dante raised his hand, and the legendary magic sword appeared in his hand, blocking Baroque's charge, and said with a sad expression: "Why should I know that unlucky Supreme Mage, isn't this just adding to my troubles?"

Then, Dante turned on the demon form, and fought with Baroque with the legendary magic sword.

The battle between the two, under Dante's conscious control, only unfolded within a range of more than ten meters.

The fighting rhythm between the two was very fast. In the flames, because the speed was too fast, only two blurred figures could be seen interlacing.

Baroque's offensive was crazy. He was swinging his fist at a high speed without stopping for a moment. The shadow of his fist almost covered the entire area of ​​flames. Dante seemed to be enveloped by the shadow of his fist, and the attacks came from all directions. There were many crises, but he always managed to easily He used the big sword in his hand to block Baroque's fist, and for a while, the sound of the collision between the glove and the big sword never stopped!

An offensive is like a violent storm, while a defensive one is impeccable.

As they hit each other, Baroque's exasperated voice came from the flames: "Dante! Dante! Dante! Be more serious!"

Under Baroque's crazy offensive, Dante has been performing with ease. During the battle, he also performed from time to time. The "unique skill" (from instinct) of the legendary magic sword's left hand and right hand switch (from instinct), while being distracted to control the battle range, this is tantamount to anger Baroque.

"You want an evenly matched battle, but...you also know very well that with my strength, if I get serious, the battle will end soon, so what's the fun for you?"

Baroque was panting heavily through his nose, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he said with a look of extreme anger, "Dante, what do you take this battle for? A friendly match for a performance! Use your full strength for me! "

"Baroque, you and I have done our best in this battle, okay?" Dante looked at Baroque with his sword in his hand, frowned slightly, but said the words that made Baroque even more angry.

Dante said this out of his sincerity. He had no reason for this battle, and he had no desire to win. He wanted to end this unreasonable battle.

But Baroque has it!
When Dante defeated Baroque in the past, it took a lot of effort and even sacrificed a weapon to barely win.

But now, even if he only opened the demon form, Baroque couldn't even hurt him.

Baroque is good at punching and kicking, and relies on his body, but although the white-faced devil's body is not bad, it can't let Baroque exert his full strength.

Moreover, his moves, because he has been with Dante for a long time, have already been figured out by Dante.

He has long understood that this is a battle that has no chance of winning for him, but this is also his long-cherished wish. He is a fighting madman. He once had a close battle with Dante, and he lost , Convinced of the defeat, willingly turned into a magic weapon to follow Dante.

After following Dante, they cooperated to defeat countless enemies, so many that Baroque couldn't remember how many.

Occasionally, he would happily count on the side, and the two cooperated to kill a few enemies.

For a long time, Baroque was quite satisfied. He thought that the relationship between the two would continue like this in the future, but later, he saw that Dante went further and became stronger than he imagined. come less and less.

Wearing it on Dante's hands and feet, he occasionally realizes that he can no longer keep up with Dante at this time.

Later, Dante, the bastard, even threw himself and that pile of garbage in a warehouse to eat ashes!

This made Baroque a little angry and unwilling!

Rather than just staying in the warehouse like this and being gradually forgotten by others, it would be better to fight Dante again, even if he died, lost consciousness, and completely turned into a cold magic weapon, it would be better than what he is doing now!
Later, he met a human female mage who came to clean the warehouse.

I don't need to say much about the next thing.

Baroque stopped his crazy offensive and stood a few meters away from Dante, with inexplicable flames dancing in his eyes, and Dante looked at each other, Baroque's face was bulging with veins, and he shouted at Dante: "Sparta! What are you? I'm Baroque, so I can't cheer you up?"

"No, I'm just... nostalgic for the days before." Dante felt a deep sense of unwillingness and loneliness from Baroque's eyes, so he put away the look on his face that Baroque seemed to need to beat. expression.

"Then fight me seriously! Until one of us falls!"

Baroque roared and rushed up again, but halfway through the rush, he bumped into an extremely powerful magic force.

Baroque couldn't move an inch under this magic power, and was almost pushed back horizontally!
Baroque crossed his hands in front of him, and inserted his legs into the ground that had long since turned into hard magma. He was so proud that he didn't want to take a step back under the magic power from the horizontal push!
This magical power came and went quickly. While blocking Baroque, it also took away the raging flames.

After the magic power dissipated, Baroque raised his head and looked at the real devil Dante at this time.

At this time, Baroque was still panting, but there was a smile on his face. He smiled excitedly: "Yes! That's it, come on! Dante!"

Dante didn't say much, and swung the legendary magic sword in his hand at Baroque who made the final charge.

(End of this chapter)