Chapter 335: Iron Riders Don't Die With Their Bare Hands
"It's also... Evenson hadn't expected Claire to come up with such an idea, but "That's a good idea!"
Originally, such a plan had never appeared in his mind, because physical strengthening and palm fire were just basic conditions, and the power he gave Melinda was far more than that, but now... Claire's plan doesn't seem bad, and most importantly, how much does that cheatbook sell for?
"But..."Evenson seriously considered the feasibility of this, but he felt that "you see that her flame is green, and it is more appropriate to use the Yagami Ancient Martial Arts, not Eisengulison's French December Moon?"
"No!" Claire said categorically, "that freckled face has too little presence, and it doesn't have Yagami's influence at all. β
"When you say that, it seems like that. Evenson rested his chin in one hand and fell into deep thought again.
"I said you guys are enough!" Listening to the conversation between the two, Melinda gritted her teeth and squeaked, and directly burst into a foul mouth, "Really when the old lady never played the King of Fighters?
Have you ever been young? I said all these things, and I looked really mad. Think about it, it's like a patient who has a brain tumor and is pushed into the operating room for surgery, and then he hears the two doctors who operated on him discuss, one said that I think I should use my Huashan sword technique to pick out the brain tumor in an instant, and the other said that I should use my precept breaking knife technique to cut off this brain tumor. Who doesn't say that's crazy?
Melinda's expression twisted and said, "If this female mage is poisoned, you Evans can't... You don't seem to be very reliable, but can we be serious at such an important time!
"Okay, let's get down to business, let's get down to business. Seeing that Melinda was about to burst into anger, Evenson waved his hand again and again to clear his throat and said, "Body strengthening is just the foundation, the real strength... Well, do you have any ordinary gadgets with you? Car keys or something?"
Melinda frowned, but took the car keys out anyway.
"Take it and use your own powers. Evenson said.
Melinda pinched the car keys with two fingers, and when she remembered what she had just felt, the flames burned from her hands again. However, the car keys wrapped in flames did not melt, but instead had a layer of green lines.
"Try it. Evenson grabbed the fire axe. I've seen you unpleasant for a long time, and now I'm just using you as a target.
Melinda looked at Evenson suspiciously, and at the latter's gaze, she raised her car keys and struck at the fire axe.
An incredible scene appeared, an ordinary car key, like a hot knife cutting butter, directly split the axe in half. Melinda was stunned until the blade of the axe fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and she woke up.
Melinda looked at the key in her hand with a look of disbelief. I didn't use much effort just now, no, is this still my car key? I can't just take the S.H.I.E.L.D. key-based laser cutter, right?
It was a long time before she looked up at Evenson, wanting to hear his explanation.
I saw Evenson throw aside the broken fire axe, turn his head to Claire and say, "Remember, a handmade cast iron eight hearts and eight arrows are painted on the surface of a fire axe, worth 500 dollars." β
$500! Why don't you grab it!" Melinda's eyes widened, and she almost didn't lift the table, but she endured it. "What's going on?"
Money doesn't matter whatever, anyway, I work in the financial department of S.H.I.E.L.D., and it's a big deal to deduct it from Evenson's allowance in the future.
"Remember?" Evenson, completely unaware of Melinda's ghostly heart, explained to her, "I've sucked the Ghost Rider's flames into my body twice. β
"I remember it just once. Melinda thought for a moment and said. She remembered that the last time Evenson defeated Ghost Rider, he transformed into a demon and sucked all of Ghost Rider's flames into her body.
"The second time you weren't there. Evenson said.
"Wait, you've defeated the Ghost Rider?" Clea asked suddenly, her expression still solemn.
"Something that went to New Mexico some time ago. Evenson said nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"
"Was it the time I let the pigeons go for a week?" said Claire, squinting her eyes, and promised me in the morning that we would play games together in the evening, but after running for a week, no one was seen.
"Hmmβ" Evenson's face twitched, and finally he nodded helplessly.
"Forget it. Claire rolled her eyes and said, "Ghost Rider is not easy to deal with, it can be said that no one in the entire Kama Taj can take him except for the Supreme Mage." You didn't use those dangerous weapons?"
Evenson shook his head, the battle of the Evil Ghost Rider came too suddenly, and it was better to use the artifact without preparation, it was better to wipe his neck and die.
"Then your skills are really not small. Claire said.
She knew that Evenson was strong, and this had become the consensus of the entire hermitage after the events of New York. But they also felt that that kind of power, those artifacts should account for a large proportion, so how strong would Evenson be without the blessing of the artifact?
But now that Claire knew that Evenson could defeat Ghost Rider on his own, that meant that no one in the Retreat could be his opponent except for the Supreme Mage.
"I've been analyzing how those flames work since they were inhaled. Evenson continued, "But I found that they weren't very valuable to me. β
"There are too many overlapping abilities, and what those flames can do, my flames can do the same. As soon as Evenson stretched out his hand, a flame flashed away. "So even if I understand it thoroughly, I can only increase my strength slightly. β
"But there's one thing my flame can't do. Evenson said, with a pout.
"What?" Melinda asked, thinking it must have something to do with her own strength.
"Ghost Rider can turn everything he burns with fire into his weapon. Evenson hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Remember, his chains, his motorcycles, were originally ordinary objects, but after his baptism of fire, they became weapons connected to his soul." β
"Then what you gave me isβ" Melinda asked, her eyes lit up.
"That's right, that's what I've given you. Evenson said, "You are a master of hand-to-hand combat, so this power is more suitable for you, whether it is a key or a piece of wood, as long as you touch it, it will instantly turn into your magic weapon." β
"I name this power. Evenson solemnly declared, "Iron riders do not die with their bare hands!"
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