No way!

Roland immediately dismissed the idea. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bahamut's followers are generally dignified and serious, where can they be as uneasy and kind as he is? When you think about it, this man looks like a disciple of Tiamat.

But how dare the followers of Tiamat swagger through the city of Kitland, and how could the Lost Locks not react?

A series of question marks plagued Roland, and his brows tightened in silence.

The young man in the Chinese costume seemed to sense his suspicions, patted him on the shoulder and chuckled: "Don't think too much, we really have no ill will towards you, and now your hands have become ...... Well, not inferior to Anton's fist's magic weapon, I would ask him to fight you with only one hand, so that you don't suffer too much. ”

Roland was a little embarrassed when he heard him say this, and nodded: "I am indeed not good at fist and foot kung fu, so I will not be polite to you, please ask this Mr. Anton to make a move first." ”

Anton looked solemn, confronted him thirty feet away, and bowed deeply with his hands folded in the traditional etiquette of a warrior monk: "Mr. Roland, please be careful, I'm going to make a move." ”

Roland moved his arms, imitating Lyudmila and Clark's posture and clenched his fists in front of him, but he was not a martial artist after all, let alone a boxer, and he imitated it very well, but he couldn't fool an expert like Anton, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw his fancy show, and murmured in a low voice: "It seems that you really don't understand boxing......"

Before the words fell, he suddenly moved! There was no obvious charge, just a mistake of both feet and it slashed straight at Roland like a swift bolt of lightning.

"So fast!" Roland's pupils contracted violently, and a storm suddenly set off in his heart!

There is a stupid way to judge the professional level of the warrior monk, which is to see how fast the opponent is, the faster the warrior monk, the higher the level and stronger the strength! Just looking at Anton's moving footsteps, you know that this person's warrior monk level is not less than 10, and in terms of fist and foot kung fu, Clark and even Lyudmila are probably not his opponents!

In a flash, Anton had crossed the thirty-foot space and approached him directly, slapping his palm on his chest, obviously the speed of the move was extremely fast, but the palm technique had a kind of chic bearing like flowing water, this is really well versed in martial arts samadhi.

Roland hurriedly raised his left arm as a shield to block the opponent's oncoming palm.

Boom! Anton's palm trembled slightly, and a stream of true qi slammed into Roland's arm through his skin, which suddenly shook his entire arm and even half of his body, staggered back and almost fell.

What a powerful fighting spirit!

Cold sweat oozed from Roland's forehead, his left arm was numb and unbearable, and seeing Anton's wrong footsteps and sticking up like a ghost, he hurriedly turned his head to dodge the pursuit, and his back was close to the wall.

Anton stretched his arms and twisted his waist in the air, like a big gray bird turning its body with the buoyancy of the air, and pursued it with a backhand, locking the door of Roland's face with the force of his palm, and feeling the wind stinging like a needle when he was five feet apart.

Fortunately, Roland's agility attribute is not bad, and he shrank his head in time to avoid the pursuit.

Boom! Anton slammed his palm into the wall, and with a bang, the wall bulged backwards, and he was about to collapse as a whole, Anton suddenly shook his wrist and rotated his five fingers, and actually took back the true qi that he spit out, and the palm force returned to drive gravity, and the bulging wall was pulled back and retracted, restoring a flat piece.

The force is rigid and soft at the extreme!

Seeing this scene, the corners of Roland's eyes couldn't help twitching slightly. Before the crossing, he didn't read much martial arts novels, but he also knew that although the fantasy world has settings with oriental martial arts style such as "warrior monk" and "true qi (ki)", the way of expression is completely different, generally speaking, it is relatively low-end, and it is rare to be strong in the air, not to mention the mystical and almost magical mastery in martial arts novels.

However, the martial arts shown by Anton refreshed his three views, who said that the martial arts in fantasy are too low-end? That's something you haven't seen really high-end yet!

After another burst of embarrassment, Roland once again evaded Anton's pursuit, went around the back of the monk in a more obscene manner, and suddenly threw out his right arm!

Swish! The arm was like a short sword stabbing at Anton's back, and the fingertips rubbing the air like a sharp blade breaking through the wind!

Roland was pleased with the blow. Since he doesn't know boxing at all, why should he reluctantly put on a showmanship to humiliate himself? It's better to use your hands as swords and show your swordsmanship that you are better at!

"It's kind of funny." The young man in Chinese clothes smiled and applauded Roland's sharp counterattack.

Zoya pursed her lips and muttered sourly: "It's just a dying struggle, where is it worth applauding?" The young master is really strange, he rarely praised others in the past, but today he praised this kid a lot...... Hmph, aside from being handsome, I really don't see anything else about him that deserves your attention. ”

The young man in the Chinese costume gave her a blank look, and looked at Roland with great interest.

Anton sensed the sharp sound of breaking wind behind him, and his waist suddenly folded down to avoid Roland's hand knife, and at the same time raised a kick back, his long legs wrapped in true qi like a full moon scimitar threw an arc of light from bottom to top, Roland couldn't dodge and was kicked by him and flew out and fell in front of the wall, the hem of his shirt until the neckline was cut open by the sharp kick like a knife.

"Phew!" Turning his head and spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva, Roland angrily took off his broken coat, revealing his muscular and toned upper body, and the lion totem behind him fluctuated slightly with muscle tremors, as if he was about to wake up, and opened his golden eyes that looked at the world, and a wild and domineering momentum emanated.

"Oops, nice figure!" Zoya was amazed, and her hot eyes swirled on the upper body of the handsome young ****.

The white cheeks of the young man in Chinese clothes flushed, he pursed the corners of his lips, turned his head away from Roland, and inadvertently revealed a hint of confusion.

However, at this moment, his vision shifted and he missed the most wonderful picture - Roland was like a big cat with his hands on the ground, and his limbs suddenly pounced on Anton. When the body was in the air, he stepped on the wall behind him to obtain a support point, and used the force to accelerate twice to strengthen the swoop, the speed was swift and the moves were weird, so that Anton couldn't help but gasp.

"What kind of trick is this?!" Zoya, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but exclaim, "You, you, are you a beast?!" ”

Aside from those beasts who could transform into tigers, leopards, and jackals in the moonlight, she couldn't imagine a normal human living in a civilized world attacking in such a beastly way.

What surprised her even more was yet to come.

When Roland flew into the air, the lion tattoo on his back glowed with golden light, as if he had gained vitality, and he was about to jump out of his back to grab his prey.

At the same time, Roland's body spiraled sideways in the air, like a drill rushing towards Anton, and the sharpest point of the drill bit was the hand knife he stabbed.

Spiral lion rush, hand knife stab! (To be continued.) )