The red bead that Fang Yan used to attack the monk was the one that the Tiger Spirit God had given him before, mobilizing all of his own power and infusing it, Fang Yan struck a thunderous blow and achieved unexpected results. Although the real function of this bead is not to use it directly for attack, it seems to work well now, doesn't it?

"Well done!" After a moment of dizziness, the Tiger Spirit God regained his senses, and praised Fang Yan with a smiling face, his tense nerves relaxed, and his body lay on the ground softly.

"Heh・・・・・・" The monk who fell to the ground not far away let out a low cry of pain, gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground, and at the same time raised the phantom of the golden bell to guard against Fang Yan's attack. Seeing the phantom around the monk's body, Fang Yan snorted coldly and stopped preparing to continue attacking.

"Little ghost, I really underestimated you! I didn't expect ・・・・・・" his hand carefully covered the wound on his back, and shock flashed in the monk's eyes when he looked at Fang Yan, "You can actually use anger!" ”

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth curled slightly.

That's right, the true face of the power in Fang Yan's body is anger!

Unlike mana and chakra (energy), which can be mastered through nurture, anger is innate, and only those who already have the qualifications for anger can gradually master it in the process of growing up - if you can't master it when the anger grows to a certain level, the end result is that the brain is hit by anger and becomes a madman who only knows how to kill and destroy, and eventually self-destruction.

People with anger qualifications are extremely rare, and legend has it that only one out of a million people has anger qualifications. As far as Fang Yan knew, the only powerhouses that used anger were Tydamir, the barbarian king of Freljord, and Sivana, the dragon-blooded warrior of Demacia, although he vaguely heard that there were still a few people who also controlled anger, but Fang Yan didn't know the details.

Maybe it's because it's scarce, it's strong, or it's rare because it's strong, it's impossible to say, the only thing that's recognized is the strength of anger. It is true that the mainstream of the strong circle is still those who use mana, and the strongest people also use mana, but that is because the base of mana learners is too large. If you really want to talk about the success rate, the success rate of those with angry qualifications is terrifyingly high.

In the early stages of growth, the progress of those with anger qualifications is simply frightening, and only in the later stages of the development will the progress be slowly weakened when they encounter bottlenecks.

Even if you don't break through the bottleneck and step into the level of the top 6 in the end, you can still have a few moves with those people, which is countless times stronger than those who are struggling at the bottom of the warrior circle. It can be said that those with anger qualifications are born with a strong advantage.

Of course, while there are many advantages, the disadvantages of the power of anger are also obvious. First of all, the level of "mastering anger" stuck many people, and it can even be said that most of the anger qualifiers fell at this level, and finally entered the state of madness and self-destruction. And compared to mana, anger is too lacking in stability, and the impact of this is really great. Even after the Rage Qualified Ones stepped into the circle of the Big 6 Strong, such as the current Tydamir and Sivana, it will be more difficult to improve their strength than the Mana Ones.

Of course, even if there are such flaws, they cannot hide the natural advantages of anger. Now, it was because of his identity as an angry qualifier that Fang Yan successfully attacked the middle-aged monk in one fell swoop!

One move, the audience was shocked!

Standing straight, Fang Yan looked at the monk with a calm face, and said to the Tiger Spirit God on the side: "Tiger Spirit God, the next battle will be handed over to me, you can rest on the side." ”

The implicit meaning of this sentence is to ask the tiger spirit god to wait for the opportunity to move, and if there is an opportunity, he will strike a thunderous blow. Of course, after suffering a loss, the monk will definitely not completely ignore the seemingly harmless Tiger Spirit God hiding next to him, so that even if the sneak attack fails, it can also distract the monk.

Of course, the Tiger Spirit God understood the implicit meaning of Fang Yan's words, so he dragged his body back and retreated, while silently accumulating strength for the opportunities that might arise in the future.

"I'm really not used to holding an axe and hammer in my hand・・・・・・" The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, Fang Yan muttered, and the red light filled his entire eyeballs in an instant.

Furious!

An arrow struck at the monk, Fang Yan's hand was clenched into a claw, and a trace of red light flowed faintly on it.

He stopped, waved his claws at the monk's door, and five fingertips that shimmered red pierced the monk's eyes. The monk kicked his feet, and a backward step flashed backwards, although he avoided Fang Yan's attack, but a trace of pain appeared on his face the moment his body moved. Fang Yan's sneak attack just now caused a lot of damage.

The claws landed in the air, Fang Yan's face was expressionless, and he kicked at the monk again: "Although I don't know any offensive skills, even this can grind you to death!" ”

A coldness flashed in the monk's eyes, and in less than a second or two before his body hit the ground during the retreat, he endured the pain and pulled out a string of rosaries from his clothes. Holding the rosary in his hand and aiming at Fang Yan, the rosary lit up slightly with pale yellow:

"Demon Suppression!"

As soon as the words fell, the prayer beads scattered and shot towards Fang Yan in front of him.

In the face of the monk's counterattack, he didn't know what defensive skills he didn't know, Fang Yan didn't dare to defend his edge, and with a dodge used the displacement of his only skill, he instantly burst out of a high degree, flashing a distance of about three steps to the side, and just appeared in front of the monk when his footsteps landed.

Between the lightning and flint, the two looked at each other, and Fang Yan showed a sneer. Clenched his claws into fists, and both fists emitted a faint red light at the same time, attacking the monk's chest and lower abdomen respectively.

"Impregnable!" The attack that is not usually in the eyes at all now needs to be resisted by using special moves, and the monk's face is quite unsightly. The phantom of the golden bell appeared in an instant, and Fang Yan, who had been prepared for a long time, withdrew most of his strength, and the two fists that hit the golden bell were not harmed by the shock.

"Can't give him a respite!" Saying a word in his heart, Fang Yan struck again with a low roar, and attacked the monk's face with an uppercut punch, followed by a stormy attack with both fists constantly dancing, which was completely a way of exchanging injuries for life. In the eyes of experts, Fang Yan's attack at this moment was simply a layman's fight, but with the blessing of anger, the strength of Fang Yan's every punch should not be underestimated, at least at this moment, the middle-aged monk who could not wield his true strength was not to be underestimated.

Urging the energy in the body to maintain the existence of the Admiralty Phantom, the monk's physical strength and energy consumption were far several times more than usual. Even so, his "impregnable Admiralty" could not exist forever, at the moment when the phantom of Admiralty disappeared, although the monk had tried his best to dodge, he was still punched in the chest by Fang Yan, which affected the injury in his back and made the monk feel a heart-piercing pain.

However, after all, there was a gap between the two in terms of absolute strength, and after Fang Yan's fist hit the monk, the monk also flew up and stepped heavily on Fang Yan's chest. As if he had been hit by a mad cow, Fang Yan's chest was tight, and his body involuntarily flew backwards.

But at this moment, a smile welled up on Fang Yan's face.

"Tiger Roaring Bomb!"

At the same time, a golden missile the size of a head slashed in front of Fang Yan at an extremely fast speed, hitting the monk in Fang Yan's expectant gaze.

"Boom-" A violent explosion suddenly rang out, and the monk's body was covered by the smoke that filled the air, and only the screams could be heard from there.

"Da" Fang Yan landed, and rushed to the monk's side in three steps and two steps, naturally with the intention of mending the knife. However, when Fang Yan rushed there, he realized that there was no need to mend the knife.

A charred corpse lay there quietly, flesh and blood flying beyond recognition, long since it had lost its last bit of life, dead no longer able to die. Only the front of the corpse was still emitting wisps of light smoke upward.

"Heh, a living person is just gone・・・・・・ "Even he couldn't tell whether it was cool or true, Fang Yan glanced at it with some emotion, and then turned around and walked towards the Tiger Spirit God lying on the ground not far away.

"Hey, don't play dead, get up." He bent down and patted the head of the Tiger Spirit God, his tone was not very friendly, but Fang Yan's face was full of smiles.

"Hmm・・・・・・ I can't do it, Fang Yan save me quickly・・・・・・ carry me in quickly." The tone of the Tiger Spirit God was extremely weak, as if it took a lot of effort to say every word, and it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to raise his head with his head buried in the middle of his arms, and he asked Fang Yan for help with a pitiful look.

"I said・・・・・・" Fang Yan had a bright smile on his face, and then instantly darkened, and his smile was a little terrifying, "Don't go too far!" ”

The Tiger Spirit God's shoulders trembled, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was crying.

Fang Yan's face was expressionless.

"Aha・・・・・・" Tiger Spirit God's signature laughter began to come out, and as his head was raised, it became higher and higher, which also made Fang Yan's heart speechless for a while: "Is this really fun?" ”

With more strength, the Tiger Spirit God stood up, his steps were a little frivolous and his body was a little weak, but he didn't seem to be in a big deal. Turning his head and glancing at the corpse of the monk over there from a distance, the Tiger Spirit God said disapprerovingly: "It's so easy to finish, it's in vain that I attach so much importance to him, tsk." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go, if you don't go back, I guess I'll have to carry you again." Fang Yan said angrily, patted the body of the Tiger Spirit God, and took the lead in the direction of the temple. The Tiger Spirit God smiled and slowly followed with his steps.

"Open the door~" Approaching the protective shield outside the temple side by side with Fang Yan, the Tiger Spirit God shook his head and said, the protective shield disappeared in response, and rose again after Fang Yan and the Tiger Spirit God walked in.

"I'm finally here." At that moment, a familiar voice rang out.

Fang Yan and the Tiger Spirit God were shocked in vain, and they turned their heads suddenly, and what they saw was that memorable face.

Middle-aged monk!