According to his life experience of not knowing how long he has lived, Mr. Nicholas saw Griffith's pink little arms and legs, and subconsciously thought that the opponent's strength would not be too strong, and the middle stage of the fourth order could be regarded as the top of the sky. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"At such an age, the middle stage of the fourth order, even if it was placed a thousand years ago, was an unborn genius......

He thought so, considering the other party's cleverness and his embarrassing situation of having no soldiers available, seeing that the big demon's gaze became more and more pleasing to the eye, he thought about transforming the other party into his own descendants and serving himself.

Of course, this process is in most cases achieved through violent struggle, and Mr. Nicholas was prepared for it, and did not expect to be a little confused as soon as he first fought.

“……”

"Nima, Fifth Order Initial Stage!!"

When Griffith's rank was discovered, Lord Marquis's outlook on life was strongly shaken and subverted, and Griffith's fifth-order early stage was really exercised, not an empowerment, nuclear radiation mutation and the like, and the gold content was very high. Coupled with the big demon's overall view of the battle, although he had just entered the early stage of the fifth order, it had not been long since his strength had stabilized, and he was stunned to be on par with Lord Marquis Nicholas, whose strength was constant at the fifth order and was almost about to break through to the middle of the fifth order.

"What a strange and unfriendly new world......"

Fortunately, the opponent's unpredictable knife technique has little effect on the vampire marquis's body, so that no matter how strong the opponent is, he will be grinded to death by his own 'immortal and immortal' physical characteristics.

When the noble night nobleman thought of this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, he saw that the man had suddenly let go of his long knife, and he had come over, opened his palm, and rounded it fiercely.

"Stupid ......" Marquis Dracula smiled contemptuously, this little guy who doesn't have a long memory, after all, is still too young.

He controlled the atomization and concealment of his body, but the white palm came over with full strength, and with a sound of pia, he firmly restored the atomized face of His Royal Highness the Marquis.

"Smack!" A crisp screech sounded, and by that force, the Marquis's face spun high in front of him, and with a pop, he smashed through the roof and flew into the upper building.

Sawdust and dust fell, Griffith raised his head with a calm face, just stomped his foot, stepped on the standing beam by the wall, and with several borrowed strength, he climbed the hole in the roof of the house with his hands, and his body shook like an ape, and between the ups and downs, he had already swung into the upper room.

It was a large room like a training room, and Griffith turned his head to look around and found a lot of dumbbells, barbells, exercise balls, and other equipment. And His Royal Highness Nicholas, who had just been slapped away, was hanging on a horizontal bar, his cheeks were slightly swollen, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"How is it possible, how do you do it......"

It wasn't Griffith himself who knocked Marquis Dracula back from his atomized state before, but the index finger of Griffith's right hand. A few years ago, when Griffith's will had just awakened, he had spent karma summoning one of the claws of the Great Demon incarnation to possess it on his index finger.

The minions of this ontological incarnation are incomparably sharp, and they claim to be able to cut off formless and insubstantial cause and effect - of course, the actual situation is a bit exaggerated, but such a trivial thing as returning the little bat in the fog to its original form is still not a problem.

"Are you afraid, you've seen it......"

With this sharp index finger, there is no doubt that the demon has the weapon to injure and even maim Marquis Nicholas Dracula. It remains to be seen whether the mutated vampire, known as the Immortal King, who was helpless to seal it away from even his enemies thousands of years ago, will be able to maintain its myth of immortality in the face of another, more powerful and strange weapon.

"Humph! Ignorant juniors with sharp teeth and sharp mouths! Hearing Griffith's teasing words, the Marquis of Nicholas looked uneasy. He recovered from the shock of being beaten back to his original form at first, and when he looked up again, he had regained his previous calmness: "Today I will let you know the posture and courtesy that untouchables should have when facing nobles!" ”

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The huge gym was not without customers, and near the eastern wall, a black soldier in short sleeves was exercising diligently on a treadmill with a Walkman and headphones in his ears.

This person is the only customer in the entire gym at this point in time, he is probably on duty when he gets off work, and he loves sports, his muscles are bursting out, sweating like rain, and he is very obsessed with exercise. The big black man wandered in the sea of music and couldn't extricate himself, a small headphone cut off the world, and even Nicholas and Griffith crashed through the floor and rushed up, unaware.

But at this time, the Marquis and Griffith, who had recovered from the situation, gradually moved and slowly faced each other again after entering the gym.

The monster that had awakened thousands of years ago leapt off the horizontal bar, twisting its neck, and its high-speed movement caused its body to scatter flying ash. His face was pale and handsome, he pounced on him, pulled out a gray line, and when he was face to face with Griffith, he suddenly handed over a palm: "So dirty and despicable, dare to wave his claws at the face door of the noble blood......"

The words came and went in the thumping thump, clear and indistinct. Because of the fierce physical collision between the two sides, a large amount of dust was stirred up and enveloped in a ball. The two figures shuttled through it, and were suddenly knocked out, and in a turn, their bodies turned around with the help of the wall, breaking through a large area of pink mist.

"Pretending, a thousand-year-old face, thick and hard, I am really willing to fight." Griffith, who was sparsely clothed, pursed his lips disdainfully. This stinky and shameless thing, what is the oldest thousand-year-old nobleman, it's just an old immortal that you and I advertise!

Then in this huge discord, two genuine fifth-order powerhouses were in this small room, clashing fiercely and colliding violently. Condensed, like two swirling, blazing storms.

Griffith held a long knife in his left hand, and grabbed and slashed at Nicholas with his free right hand, the latter's body was virtual and real, sometimes turning into black mist, and his five fingers were held into sharp and slender claws to break steel and iron, colliding frequently with Griffith's long knife, rubbing out sparks......

The two fifth-order powerhouses fought and walked as they went, and the long knives, sharp blades, and silver claws frequently alternated and swapped, tearing out long lines in the air. And the ground under the feet of the two of them was scraped open by the aftermath of these 'silk threads', and a layer was cut off alive.

Ho!

Bang!

Bang bang bang!!

Both of them were fifth-order powerhouses with strength and speed, and the faster they fought, the more they moved, as if a storm had been brought between the movements of the two sides. Then the thunderous and swift sound of hand-to-hand and weapon touches came out loud and loud, and the sparks were pulled out violently...... They fought and walked, and from time to time they spoke, and the trajectory of their movement was like a ball of electricity flickering everywhere, and among the shadows, they whirled, collided and separated, and cut everything that passed around them into pieces......

"You guy......" The figure wrinkled, turned and stood still, its figure gradually clear, and then stabbed again.

Full-featured machines, upright exercise bikes and other fitness equipment stood quietly on the west wall of the gym, a vague breeze like electricity caressed by, Griffith and Nicholas exchanged knives, you go back and forth, where you passed, the two huge machines were slightly crooked under the action of gravity. Then, the parts were scattered in slices with a bang......

Figures flew, sometimes smoky, and ghosts surged through the smoke, tearing and screaming silently...... The shattering of the previous two machines seemed to be some kind of signal, and in the faint sound of concussion and collapse, all the objects of the entire gym - upright exercise bikes, elliptical machines, recumbent exercise bikes, water-resistant rowers, step machines, water-resistant hand-and-foot compound exercise bikes, spinning bikes, bench press platforms, and flowers and curtains placed in the middle of the room and on the corner balcony for decoration were all cut into circles in the shadow of that crazy whirlwind, and scattered beautifully and beautifully to the sky. It's like an experienced chef cutting countless slices into a pot for cooking, and then skillfully turning the pan and letting the ingredients freely......

Walls, curtains, and gym equipment were blasted one after another, cut into cotton wool, iron sheets, and even ash powder. The floor, the roof, the walls, and everything that could be seen in this room had been cut and scattered, and the ravines were crisscrossed. The chaos was like an untreated garbage dump.

I don't know if it was accidental or deliberate, but the only place in the gym that was cleaned and kept in its original state was the black guy on the edge of the east wall who was immersed in a sea of music and treadmills, sweating profusely.

The rhythmic HiPOP music leaked faintly from the young man's headset, and the world outside the headphones had been turned upside down. This guy loves life and sports so much, he is running, shaking his head and appreciating the beauty of music, and the peace and warmth of life. After one song, another song, the black boy breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down the tempo, and in his headset, there was a faint sound of the organ and the girl's unhurried and shallow chanting......

“My.girl.is.waiting.for.me.by.a.frozen.lake……”

“and.i.will.get.her.in.a.winter……”

Outside of the beautiful and melancholy music, where the black man had his back, the Marquis Nicholas stepped forward and cut an elliptical into three sections with his fingernails.

"Xue Yijie, give up, I am immortal, how should you hurt me?!"

The elegant, fast, and deadly battle of the strong is still frantically sweeping through the entire room, where there are few intact floor tiles, walls, and even suspended ceilings, and all of them have been cut into furrows by the claws of long knives, as if an invisible beast had just wreaked havoc in it. The speed of the two fifth-order powerhouses was extremely fast, and they rotated and coiled around each other, pulling out the afterimage and intertwining it!

"Difficult Guy ......"

The Marquis Nicholas's voice ended, and suddenly he seized the moment and kicked Griffith out of the way......

'Walk your ......'

A fraction of a second later, the man named Griffith was kicked in the back from the bottom up from the diagonal side, and he slashed diagonally through the ceiling and flew to a higher level.

The man, who looked strange and handsome but had a face as pale as porcelain, had a cold face, glanced at the ceiling above his head, and his body suddenly collapsed into a swarm of bats dragging a faint smoke, and flew into the upper space with a flutter.

The room beneath him was now empty, the bustle and bustle were gone, the dust was falling gently, and the only remaining gramophone in the corner of the wall was gently tilted to the side after a breeze, like a sandwich bread slice, cut into several slices, and loosely dispersed.

As the organ, the singing, and the piano music praising the good life drew to a close, the black youth, who was covered with sweat and the simplicity of loving life, stopped dancing and slowly opened his eyes. After he got used to a song that relaxes his mind, he let his body enjoy total peace and calm, as if his life had been sublimated. So he stopped the treadmill, took off his headphones, turned around slowly, and looked up......

oh……

HOLY. SHIT！！！！

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Confused, he didn't know how many walls he had broken, but Griffith finally let out the momentum on his waist and barely stopped in a mess, shaking his head in disgrace, and a cloud of dust fell from it.

The demon is now stuck in a wall, his head piercing through the wall, and his body part is in another room. Thankfully, the wall is not made of reinforced concrete, but is made of soft mahogany with foam and rigid plastic on both sides. Otherwise, even if the big demon's physique is good, his flesh and blood body hitting the concrete is enough for his flesh and blood to blur.

"Phew!"

"It's embarrassing."

The big demon who opened his eyes from the dirt and dust shook his head, shook off the dust, and frowned at the world before him, a small room with tiles on one wall and an outdated star head embossed on it.

The head gets stuck in the wall and sticks into the room. At eye level, a pink shower head floats silently. Griffith stiffened his neck, the idea of a family bathroom room had just come to his mind, and in his sight, a European girl with long hair, dyed burgundy and orange, was sitting on the toilet, holding a colorful magazine in both hands, looking at it in amazement.

"You, you ......"

It is not difficult to deduce from the scene in front of him, this plump white girl was going to the toilet just now, and then Griffith, who was kicked by Mr. Nicholas, knocked him headlong.