I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling was angry.

Ever since he set foot on the Shinto path, he had always been the one to trick others, but this time he was tricked by someone else... and he was hit in the face with a hammer, almost dying on the spot.

Even if he was killed by a hammer, he could still be resurrected with 50% of his expectation value, but Chen Ling could never accept wasting the chance of resurrection on these two things... He would rather have a hearty suicide performance in front of everyone than die inexplicably in such a place.

In the darkness, Chen Ling's skull was cracked and shocking. Under the effect of the [Blood Robe], his injuries were not serious enough to make him near death, but a surge of power surged into his body.

Anger rose in Chen Ling's heart, and he felt like a volcano about to erupt, with veins coiled on his arms and neck!

[Audience Expectation +3]

[Current Expectation: 78%]

He held a bloody hammer in one hand and a boning knife in the other. Perhaps because of the head injury, his body swayed left and right in the pool of blood as he walked slowly forward. Even so, the Jiangtian believers were frightened and took a step back...

"You...you!!"

The dark ruins, the bloody scarlet robes, the twisted headdress, the broken head...the person who should have died was walking towards him step by step. The visual impact brought by this scene was dozens of times more terrifying than a horror movie!

The Jiangtian believer gritted his teeth, and his hairy arm suddenly grabbed the shelf beside him. With the surge of power, he actually dragged it up and smashed it into Chen Ling's face with inertia!

Dang——!!

The shelf flew into the air and was held up by a bloody hand.

Under Chen Ling's grim gaze, the metal shelves were twisted into a twist. The small hammer in his left hand smashed out, breaking the entire shelf in two, and then he took a step forward and threw half of the shelf at the face of the Jiangtian believer at a faster speed!

The Jiangtian believer reacted very quickly and blocked the blow with both hands in front of him, but the power carried by the shelf was too strong, and it was actually shaken against the wall behind him!

A pain came from behind, but he had no time to do anything else, because the next moment a small hammer was thrown out by the red-clothed actor with all his strength, cutting through the air like a cannonball, and flashed in front of him in the blink of an eye!

The pupils of the Jiangtian believer suddenly contracted!

Boom--! ! !

A small hammer smashed down three walls in succession, connecting the pharmacy with the two shops next door, and billowing dust and smoke flew up, and three exaggerated large holes were slowly outlined from it.

Seeing this, the Jiangtian believer who had escaped the disaster by lying on the ground spoke without hesitation:

"Help me!!"

Before he could speak, the second Jiangtian believer who was still entangled with Li Qingshan had already broken through the thick smoke and slashed at Chen Ling with a knife. At the moment when the blade fell, the cold light of a boning knife was rolled up in the sleeves of the robe, and collided with it accurately!

Ding! Ding! Ding! !

The two red-robed people fought rapidly in the dimness, and dazzling sparks splashed in the air, occasionally illuminating a corner of the dim pharmacy.

But after only six or seven rounds, the Jiangtian believer holding the knife could not resist and was cut in the chest by a knife. Moreover, as time passed, more and more bloodstains appeared on his body... Speed ​​and strength aside, his knife skills were too different from Chen Ling, who had been tempered by Ning Ruyu for several months.

The second figure rushed out in the chaos, like a monkey on all fours, passing by at a very fast speed, and grabbing Chen Ling's ankle with his fingertips in the chaos.

"Brother Lin! Be careful that they can interfere with the Shinto!"

Li Qingshan's voice sounded immediately afterwards.

The moment their skin touched, the [Blood Robe] power surging in Chen Ling's body suddenly stagnated, and disappeared like a deflated ball, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

Feeling that Chen Ling's speed and strength had dropped sharply, the Jiangtian believer who had been defeated repeatedly immediately stabilized his body, and together with another Jiangtian believer, attacked Chen Ling from both sides.

"Haha, without the Shinto, your strength is just so-so." A sneer came from his ear.

Chen Ling sensed the Shinto in his body, and his mind moved,

"...Is that so?"

Hearing Chen Ling's calm words, the Jiangtian believer holding the knife was startled.

The next moment, the short knife in his hand suddenly shook, and turned into a half-broken broom under his eyes, and was instantly chopped into pieces by the cold-light-shining boning knife!

Jiangtian believer: ? ? ?

Before he could come to his senses, the boning knife stabbed into his body, the white knife went in, the red knife came out!

Chen Ling stared at him with grim eyes, and took advantage of the situation to stab him three times without hesitation. Only then did another Jiangtian believer have time to help his companion out, and fought with Chen Ling barehanded.

Chen Ling failed to pull the boning knife out of the body of the Jiangtian believer who was stabbed, so he kicked him sideways and flew several meters away, and then retreated with another Jiangtian believer to distance himself.

Li Qingshan, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was full of shock in his eyes.

Even if he didn't understand the horror of Jiangtian Sect before, after this personal fight, he knew how difficult this group of guys was. The opponent's restraint on Shinto skills was too strong, and it was difficult to gain an advantage in a one-on-one situation. Chen Ling was able to defeat Jiangtian Sect alone!

Both of them were wearing red clothes, but the fierceness of both sides did not seem to be at the same level.

The Jiangtian cultist who was stabbed three times by Chen Ling struggled to get up from the shelves. The boning knife was still inserted in his chest, and blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth. He stared blankly at Chen Ling, who was wearing a bright red costume and had a big hole in his head, as if he was looking at a monster.

"vomit……"

His face turned pale, and he lowered his head suddenly, vomiting out a large mouthful of black blood.

Chen Ling's three sword strikes were aimed at his vital points. Even if his body returned to its original state, with strength and vitality much higher than those of ordinary people, it would be difficult to get up and fight at this moment.

The Jiangtian cultist did not immediately pull out the boning knife inserted in his chest. Instead, he clenched his teeth and glanced around, finally landing on the bloody ring not far away...

He crawled on the ground and moved into the ring with difficulty.

at the same time,

Jiangtian Sect, who was confronting Chen Ling, spoke in disbelief,

"How is this possible?! Your divine way has obviously been disrupted...how can you still use your skills??"

Chen Ling brushed the dust off her sleeves and said calmly, "It seems that your Supreme Jiangtian Savior... isn't that awesome either."

The moment the Jiangtian Cultist touched him, most of Chen Ling's skills were indeed unable to be used, including [Blood Clothes], [Tribunal], [Heart Python], etc... these Shinto skills learned from other people Skills are like being forcibly disordered, but there are only four exceptions.

[Iron Fist of Justice], [Shadowless], [Scarlet Trick] and [Fate Weaver].