Faced with a strong, aggressive, brave, and somewhat masochistic battle maniac, what do you think is the best thing to do?

Just one word: Dry!

No longer hesitated, the sword in his hand swung twice out of thin air (for handsome use), and the killing intent slowly flowed from the depths of my chest, from the pores around my body, to my entire body, and then enveloped the bloodstained blade. (viii) (1) Δ文』 网┡.81.

The blood stains on the knife disappeared the moment the black mist invaded, and I don't know whether it was consumed or swallowed by the black mist.

In the black fog, it is not all black, there are some red spots, but there are too few, few like a few stars in the dark night sky.

However, they are so red and eye-catching that at first glance, it is impossible to ignore their presence.

The dwarf king on the opposite side has a rather fanatical expression, as if a vicious dog has seen fragrant bones, and a pervert has met a scantily clad beauty.

Then the Dwarven King rushed over, wielding a hammer many times more ferocious than before, many times faster than before.

Bidu, I still defeated the dwarf king, but his momentum faintly gave me the illusion, as if I was not just a strong dwarf, but an incomplete Achilles!

That's right, an incomplete Achilles!

His explosive power, his momentum, his aura that is not afraid of death, but is eager to fight, is very similar to Achilles!

It's just—

This thing is just a strong short man, he is not Achilles, I have the ability to fight him!

In my mind, I kept repeating this sentence, and my legs, which were a little stiff, finally regained their freedom, and my body also recovered in this tight momentum.

His eyes shrank suddenly, staring at the hammer that was approaching very closely, and with a cold snort, the sword in his hand met it fiercely, colliding with this war hammer fiercely!

Not surprisingly, I still flew out, and sure enough, the appearance of killing intent still couldn't make up for the gap in strength, but - the dwarf king was also cut back by half a step by me, and, on his indestructible Mithril warhammer, a shallow, but clearly visible slash mark, was revealed.

Hehe.

I laughed, and even though I lost the collision, I wasn't necessarily a loser.

The fact that the Mithril Warhammer can be scarred by a weapon made of inferior steel speaks volumes about the destructive power of my combat skills and killing intent.

It's just that I can't control it yet.

can only completely grasp this poor, thin layer of killing intent.

Maybe Da Taidao is right, since I already have such wonderful power, why don't I practice it every day, slowly become familiar with it, and gradually master it?

I'd like to continue to get more of a touch in battle, but it's clear that the Dwarven King doesn't intend to give me that opportunity.

No, maybe it shouldn't be said.

It's not that the dwarf king doesn't understand the amorous feelings, but he is also enjoying the crazy battle again and again, and he refuses to lose this rare pleasure.

The knife and the hammer collide again!

Instead of flying out, I took three steps back.

The Dwarven King also took a step back at the same time.

I could feel that his strength was much weaker with this attack.

Is he weak?

I looked into his still feverish eyes: no, by no means, I have rarely seen adventurers with such eyes as his, but I have seen them before, and I have fought with them.

Such adventurers have a common characteristic, they are all battle maniacs, once they fight, their spirit, their strength will last for a long time!

Unless you die, or lose consciousness.

And the dwarf king, his eyes at the moment are so fanatical, absolutely different from the above two situations, that is......

He is suppressing his own strength, suppressing to a similar extent as mine, and only in this way can he fight with me for a longer time, experience it for a longer time, and build up the happiness in the battle.

What a madman!

The corners of my mouth twitched, and a smile appeared.

I don't know what that smile looks like, but I know exactly how I'm feeling at the moment.

Pleasure.

Yes, just pleasure, because I used to be a fighting maniac too.

When I first entered Zephyr 6 and became an adventurer, I was lost for a while, fighting all kinds of monsters that were much stronger than me every day, and I would never stop until I was covered in bruises all over my body, and I would never stop if I collapsed and lost consciousness without fighting!

Luckily, if that person hadn't been with me at the time, maybe I would have died in the claws of a monster that was hiding in the shadows.

In short, it aroused my fighting **, so let's not stop.

I know that recklessly unleashing killing intent can make me very powerful, but at the same time, it will also deprive me of my sanity as a human being.

This is a double-edged sword that can both kill the enemy and hurt oneself.

But now, I'm having a lot of fun, and when I'm happy, I'm thinking about getting happier, and so I'm unleashing the killing intent that I've been able to barely control so far.

These killing intents, like a fierce beast hidden in the shadows, stared at bright red eyes, looking for its prey.

And I, too, felt a feverish impulse again, an impulse that, like a mosquito, buzzed in my ears: kill, kill, kill!

That's enough!

I stared, and the voice in my head suddenly disappeared, fortunately, I can barely control the level of this killing intent for the time being, if there is a little more, I maybe, I will be controlled by it again.

Looking at the dwarf king with burning eyes, I felt as if I was laughing, but not like I was laughing, that feeling, it was really bad, but for the time being, it was bearable.

"Dwarves... Wang, please don't suppress it anymore, the strength is up" I said intermittently: "Fight with me, happy, a fight." ”

"Hahahaha" The dwarf king laughed, pulled the big piece on his body, threw it aside, shook his thick arms, and said, "Okay, come on!" ”

With that, he lunged at me again.

Originally, I could see his movements clearly.

Now, with the blessing of killing intent, his every move, every step of the hammer, seems to be slowing down, so that I, who is fighting with him, are waiting so anxiously!

The sword slashed through an illusory shadow and headed towards the Mithril hammer.

On the trajectory of the row, circles of phantoms, like ripples, dazzling and beautiful, but the color is too monotonous.

Only black with dots of blood red.

Looking at the warhammer and the sword that were gradually approaching each other, I suddenly had a glimmer of hope, eager to see what kind of outcome would happen when the blessed sword collided with the dwarf king's white light-filled warhammer.

Is it too smashed?

Or is the warhammer broken?

Or both?

At this time, I have a feeling of impatience, looking forward to that moment.