Endless Debt

"Is this secret power the next stage of the Hand of Recruitment?"

Jeffrey read the report written by Bologo, which contained his explanation of his secret power. However, no matter how detailed Bologo described it, it was not as intuitive as the demonstration in actual combat.

So Jeffrey raised his head and looked at the two people under the high platform. In the vast space of the combat room, Boluogo looked ahead expressionlessly, while his opponent looked excited, moving his muscles from time to time. He also gave him a provocative look.

"Cauldron Flame...why did he have such a strange name?" Jeffrey asked the person next to him.

"He said that when he was using secret energy to forge steel, he felt like a war blacksmith, killing enemies with a red-hot iron sword that had not yet cooled down, so he got such a name."

Lebius has already read the report. As an expert, Bologo has also written down the profound meaning of the name very comprehensively. Bologo's overly rigorous attitude makes people laugh or cry.

"Why are you here too?"

Lebius looked to the other side, and Bailie looked excitedly at the two people below who were preparing to fight. Beside her were Amu as an assistant, and Badr, who was inseparable.

"Of course it's to record data. On one side is the power from Overlord Xilin, on the other side is the perfect path of the Krax family... You also want to know how they compare."

Bailey said with excitement, like an audience watching a duel, longing for blood and death to stimulate numb nerves.

Lebius was silent for a moment and held this actual battle. He just wanted to observe with his own eyes the application of Boluogo's secret energy in actual combat. He had never thought about this.

Bailey's words attracted the interest of several people. On one side were the undead who had usurped the absolute power of the Kogadel Empire, and on the other side were the heirs of the Clex family, one of the founding families of the Bureau of Order.

We can never get enough of this kind of duel. Only Aimu seemed a little flustered, wondering why he had to fight and kill again after the promotion ceremony was finally over.

Jeffrey said, "Palmer has no chance of winning. In a one-on-one situation at the same level, few people can defeat the undead."

"I don't expect Palmer to win, as long as he doesn't lose too badly," Bailey raised her eyebrows, "Want to place a bet?"

Lebius was not interested in this, but when Jeffrey heard the bet, his eyes became wandering. Bailie knew that she had succeeded, and she nudged Aimu next to her with her elbow, "Want to join us?"

Aimu was naive and found it difficult to integrate into the calculations between these old foxes, but she still knew that there was a winner or loser between Bologna and Palmer.

"I'll bet on Borogo."

This kind of thing is not worth hesitating at all.

At the bottom of the high platform, Boluogo looked away from the people above and landed on Palmer.

"I guess they were betting on which of us was going to win," Bologo said.

"I think so," Palmer took a deep breath. Facing Boluogo will inevitably be stressful. "This makes me feel like we are like fighters in a gladiatorial arena."

Boluogo nodded, "At least we don't have to fight to the death."

"Hmm... Actually, that's not necessarily the case. You are an immortal anyway. If you die, it's okay for me to live instead." At this time, Palmer still maintained his humorous style.

"Normally I can promise you, but not this time."

Boluogo shook his head and geared up.

Yesterday, he spent a lot of effort to escape from the border sanatorium. The actual situation was similar to what Bologna imagined. These people felt that they had mental illness, half of which originated from their own suicide, and the other half came from Palmer. Fan the flames.

Thanks to this bastard's nonsense, Bologorian took several pages of psychological test questions and was released only after confirming that he was temporarily mentally stable.

Burlogo had to beat Palmer to vent his anger, even if he was his partner and roommate.

"So why did you commit suicide? You don't look like the kind of person who commits suicide on a whim."

Palmer really knew Bologg too well. No one else noticed this and was easily fooled by Bologg. Only Palmer paid attention to this and kept asking questions.

"If you win, I'll tell you."

Bologg did not intend to tell Palmer the information about the astronaut and everything related to him. Bologg was not even prepared to tell Lebius about it.

As far as Bologo knew, the only person who could talk to him about this information was Nathaniel, the deputy director of the Bureau of Order and now the director of the field department.

As a Glorious One, Nethaniel has enough strength to deal with any accident that may occur.

"It seems that since you were promoted to a believer, you haven't told me about the nature of your secret power after your promotion."

Bologo tested Palmer, even if he was training him, he would go all out.

"Instead of my explanation, you can try it yourself."

Palmer slowly stepped back. He still remembered his experience as a sparring partner for Boluogo. After this guy gained the secret power, he chased and tortured him. Now was a good opportunity to fight back.

Burlogo lifted his coat and took out the folding knife from his pocket. The metal was extended section by section, and the blade reflected Palmer in the distance.

To this day, Bologo still misses his snake scale liquid very much. After losing this powerful alchemical weapon, the only things Bologo can use are folding knives and vibrating hammers.

Palmer also took a stance, put his hands behind his clothes, and grasped the cold metal like a sharp arrow.

Almost at the same moment, bright light burst out from the eyes of the two people, and then the alchemical matrix spread and grew, mobilizing the surging ether.

Palmer waved dozens of icy-cold sword lights with both hands. Bologg could barely see the flying knives that were thrown into the wind. They flashed past and disappeared. Bologg couldn't catch the trajectory of the flying knives. All that could be heard was the sharp roar cutting through the fierce wind.

Boluogo's body arched, and the ether amplification blessed his body. He jumped several meters away in an instant. Cyan fireworks wrapped around the folding knife. Under Boluogo's reconstruction, the hollow gap inside the folding knife was sealed. After filling it up, the blade became a bit narrower and longer.

The cyan fireworks walked with Boluogo, like rain of fire, throwing out a trail of flames behind him.

"It's terrible!"

Palmer takes off and jumps back. Facing Bologo is stressful enough. When Bologo raises his knife and attacks you menacingly, he is like an angry green tiger.

He clearly didn't wear the Soul-Haunting Appearance, but the fear he exerted still kept on impacting Palmer. Should he be called Boluogo? I had been immersed in blood for so long that I became infected with the same aura.

"Keep the distance between cars! Bologo!"

Palmer showed the same fanatical smile under pressure. Bologg, who was advancing at high speed, didn't notice anything yet, but the next second Bologg felt that he had crashed into the quagmire.

Huge pressure came from all directions, squeezing his body and restraining his movements. It was even said that Boluoge had difficulty breathing, and his lungs were being squeezed with huge force, as if they were about to burst.

Boluogo held his breath and raised his head stubbornly. Palmer was above his head. When he was a sublime person, Palmer had the ability to stay in the air for a short time. Now that he has become a believer, this ability has been further improved. improved.

"This is also part of the wind!"

Palmer cheered, and the dense buzzing quickly approached Boluogo. The bright sword lights were mixed together, like a school of fish swimming in the wind, with their scales shining brightly.

Boluogo tried to move, but the gradually increasing pressure made Boluogo seem to be imprisoned in a cage.

Air pressure?

Boluogo was vaguely aware of the source of the pressure. He entered the range of Palmer's secret power and stepped into the heavy pressure.

The green fireworks expanded and released, and then the ground burned by the fireworks began to collapse. Countless gravel rose up and surrounded Boluogo, blocking the attack route of the flying knife, and then the sound of metal collision continued.

After being promoted, Palmer's secret power has been further strengthened. He can not only control the air flow, but also control the air pressure to slow down the target...

More than just slowness.

Palmer picked up a flying knife and threw it towards Boluogo. Even if Palmer applied ether amplification, this slender flying knife still had difficulty breaking through Boluogo's layers of defense.

But under Boluogo's gaze, the figure of the flying knife began to blur, and the next second it seemed to appear out of thin air, arriving in front of Boluogo.

The lingering sound of tearing came slowly at this time, and the rising stones shattered one after another. Countless fragments formed a broken road, filled with dust.

This road is exactly the attack route of Feidao.

The sound of friction became more and more harsh, and Boluogo waved the folding knife in his hand. The two collided together, and fire continued to fly. Boluogo felt that he was competing with a wild bull, and then shook the flying knife away, but There was also a deep mark left on the folding knife.

There was a confident smile on Palmer's face. In the past, he was at an absolute disadvantage when facing Boluogo, but now he finally became a little tougher.

"How does it feel? Bologg."

Palmer was arrogant.

Boluogo nodded in approval, "It's a good application, but it doesn't feel like something you can come up with. Is it a skill from the Klex family?"

Palmer's arrogance was half extinguished. It was good to come from a big family. The predecessors had tried and made mistakes for Palmer and learned many techniques from them.

Palmer does not need to develop the secret power by himself. From the moment he obtains the secret power, he can use the knowledge he learned at the Crakes' house as a child.

Burlogo roughly guessed why this blow was so powerful. Palmer opened the way with strong winds, and the air pressure pushed the flying knife, causing it to be released like a firecracker.

Now this bastard is a humanoid turret.

While Borogo was thinking, Palmer gracefully waved his hand like an orchestra conductor, sweeping in front of him, leaving behind one after another flying knives lifted by the strong wind, the cold metal reflecting the brilliance of the ether. Light.

Secret energy·raging wind asks for forgiveness.

Palmer raised his fist, as if he were smashing the primer of the bullet, and threw the punch, followed by a roar.

"with full force!"

The speeding sword light almost cut through the space and fell like a meteor, leaving Boluogo with not much time to react. He still faced the incoming light rain calmly as usual.

Stepping forward, the blazing green fireworks rose and engulfed everything around them.

The leader of the alliance, please give me a few days of grace for the additional update. I’m really running out of time with the manuscript. It should be two updates short of this...