In mid-air, Raven flashed and hugged Karin from behind.

"Brother-I'm okay, I'll get three punches." Karin stubbornly tried to push Raven away.

Raven's face turned cold: "People were originally [Hundred Cracked Fist], they didn't use their dark strength, and they didn't stop with a hundred punches, and you are embarrassed to say that you only hit three punches?" ”

Karin shuddered, but didn't argue again. She knew that she had lost, but she was too unwilling, and Raven would enter the golden level first tomorrow morning. The gap doesn't seem to have narrowed at all.

Biting her lip tightly, Karin managed not to cry, broke free from Raven's embrace, turned and ran wildly towards the runner's passage......

Raven sighed, and only when the tournament was over could he talk to Karin properly.

"Thank you."

"Hehe, I'm just here to save my life." The evil monk with even his face wrapped in a white cloth smiled coldly as he looked at Raven with deep black eyes, and pointed his index finger at Raven: "Although your tactics have been very upright since the tournament, I smell the smell of the top assassin in you. I don't know what you've done in the past, but I'd really think you're the number one killer of Dark Sun. ”

"The head is on your head, whatever you want." Saying that, Raven was complaining in his heart: I hate this kind of guy with amazing intuition the most.

Completely ignoring the disguise and past experience, and directly seeing through the essence.

The pervert with a sixth sense is so unreassuring.

"I'm so glad, I don't know why that bloody girl left the scene suddenly, but it just so happened that I was the first of the four to seriously taste your perfect and green fruit." The eyes of the evil monk were suddenly filled with a frenzied and violent aura, could they still be called human eyes?

Looking at those eyes, Raven naturally thought of the monsters and monsters in the bottomless abyss.

"Taste me? Aren't you afraid that you will knock your teeth? Raven smiled.

"No, no, no—" Shaking his fingers wrapped in white cloth, the evil monk licked his thick scarlet tongue, "Deliciousness is always a process, not a result. As long as the process is good, it doesn't matter what the result is! ”

Raven shrugged: "Ah, it seems that I can't talk to you, although I am not a perfectionist, I hope that the process and the result are good." ”

Suddenly sighed. The evil monk grinned, "Let's use our fists to speak." ”

Raven's Sword of the Conqueror in his left hand, Phantom Throne in his right hand: "I'm sorry, bullying the defenseless and weak is also one of my favorites." ”

Bare-handed? When did a warrior monk use a weapon?

And also. Where is the evil monk weak?

"Poof—" Wallis in the distance pricked up his elven ears and burst out laughing.

The Evil Monk ignored Wallis, instead staring at Raven's seemingly empty right hand: "Very interesting weapon, this is the legendary weapon that brought you back from the Imperial Treasury?" ”

"Yes!"

"Excellent! I'm getting more and more interested in you. As the words fell, the evil monk looked at Raven with a creepy gaze. He began to walk slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps, with each step, the breath of the evil monk condensed a little. Raven knew that at this time, the evil monk had opened his heart and eyes, and the power of spiritual energy surging from his body made his skin as hard as steel, and his fists as powerful as a giant axe.

Raven couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately his specialty had just strengthened his internal organs, otherwise he would have been finished as long as the evil monk punched him.

As the two got closer and closer, the loud noise coming from the audience had already been filtered by their ears. Between heaven and earth, all they can see is each other.

The time was unconsciously close to noon, the bright sun shone on the granite ring, a faint halo of light, the wind blew more and more fiercely unconsciously, and the rolling sound of a small gravel was gently heard from the bloody breath oozing from the black soil under the stage.

It was such a delicate and incredible voice that became the starting gun for the two to start a battle.

The voices of both men disappeared in place at the same time.

It's a war of speed versus speed.

Two figures flew through the air.

At the moment before the contact, Raven suddenly split into ten, and countless shadow energy points of light appeared on each Raven's body.

At first, the evil monk thought that Raven's brain was funny, and he actually used shadow energy, which was not good at defense, as armor. After seeing clearly. The evil monk scolded his mother.

It's not that the Evil Monk hasn't seen the Wanderer's professional lose shadow darts, but the real one hasn't seen so many shadow darts. When people throw shadow darts, at most, they throw a handful of hands at the same time.

Levin?

With the support of the [Hundred-Hand Giant] specialty, he is a firing point all over his body.

That moment. The Evil Monk also thought that he had run into an army of abyssal arrows that could shoot stingers!

"Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly-" Shadow darts in units of thousands completely covered the entire space.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell which ones were real and which ones were fakes. The Evil Monk can only instinctively dodge defenses in the most sparse places.

Despite this, I don't know how many shadow darts I hit.

In fact, the evil monk did not receive any damage, and the copper skin and iron bones that the warrior monk had trained were naturally with high armor, and the condensation defense at the critical time further reduced the damage.

Converted to the damage value in the system prompt, it is only a single digit.

Even greater damage is reflected in the environment. Torrential rain of shadow darts toppled over the granite floor. Every piece of masonry was beaten into a hornet's nest, and the densest places were like they had been hit by a fireblast, and the hard granite turned into gravel and splattered everywhere, covering all vision.

The audience held their breath.

In the dust, the slender black figure of the evil monk swayed and appeared.

The white cloth on his body, except for the crotch of his pants, was shot to pieces by the shadow darts, revealing a body of dark muscles like steel. Even more terrifying was the face of an evil monk, it was a burnt face, except for a pair of eyes still in place, the facial features of the entire face were almost melted.

What a terrible face it was, and the timid guys in the audience had fainted with fright.

The monk's feet were piled up with cracked stones, and a slight movement of his bare feet was the sound of falling stones.

The monk's eyes lit up terrifyingly.

Raven's skin was a little pimple when he saw the fierce gaze of this ancient beast that seemed to be awakened. The spiritual energy escaping from the evil monk's body was already terrifying, the kind of momentum that could make the temperature rise sharply within a radius of more than ten meters just by using the spiritual energy, and ordinary gold masters would feel a suffocating burning sensation just by standing over.

Raven still stood quietly, the phantom and shadow aura wrapped around him fused perfectly, gently separating Raven from the heat.

"Maybe you don't know what these white cloths mean to me. But I'm going to tell you, you've me off. There was an incongruous trembling in the monk's tone.

A faint mist dispersed from Raven's body, isolating the sound and creating an illusion that Raven was not speaking.

In the audience's perception, the two are quietly facing each other like this.

"The white cloth smells of the murderer of your family. But so what? You smell it every day, haven't you noticed that it comes from the Nine Layers of Hell? Raven happened to have a piece of white cloth in his hand, and he sniffed, "I generally know who the owner of this smell is." ”

The evil monk trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "You...... You know? The muscles of steel swelled with excitement in an instant.

The corners of Raven's mouth raised: "I'll tell you if I win." ”

"Good!"

As one of the most famous followers in the game in the previous life, the evil monk 'Tomb', who is both good and evil, has a high popularity among players. However, as one of the four heavenly kings of the turbulent early year, the evil monk is not a gold medal fighter to fool.

It's true that he has the hatred of extermination, and it's not false that he wants to seek revenge, but it's a pity that this master is a typical commodity who doesn't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles. If you don't find him with any dry goods, he will kill you directly.

In his previous life, a player guild spent a lot of effort to find out who the enemy was, but who knew that the evil monk directly asked that guild to help him go into the nine layers of hell to find the enemy to take revenge!

His enemy was the left arm and right arm of Prince Levistus, the Fifth Devil King.

As you can imagine, all the players who gritted their teeth and went to hell were wiped out, and the evil monk had no good end, and was refined into a brainless killing machine.

Seriously, Raven really wanted to take the evil monk as his younger brother. Although this guy has an extreme personality, once he recognizes it, he is the most powerful loyal dog. The idea is beautiful, it depends on the situation. If things are going well on Melissa's side, Raven can't consider developing an evil monk as a follower.

Before that, he also needs to use his strength to subdue the evil monks, otherwise this thing will be a face that the whole world owes him money, and he can't serve it at all.

It's not easy to deal with evil monks.

He's a warrior monk, but he's working part-time as a mad deputy - an imitator. A strange profession that can use psionic energy to imitate the opponent's tricks to carry out counter-killing.

This profession itself is not a bunker, and when it is used by evil monks, it becomes a bombardment. At the age of twelve, the evil monk began to search for enemies all over the world, and in fifteen years, he experienced more than 5,000 battles, which gave him the most abundant combat experience.

He can easily find the opponent's weakness, whether it is professional, mental, or equipping, and directly attack the opponent with the opponent's most feared moves.

Of course, the Evil Monk didn't get to the point of a replicating ninja.

In fact, there are still many moves with special requirements that he can't copy.

Like what......

When the Evil Monk rushed forward as fast as a wind, ready to hit Raven and then unleash a wind combo, Raven suddenly released more than thirty phantom clones, and at the same time took out a large number of things from the storage bracelet.

Countless Raven had the same cheap smile on his face, and he saw him casually throw a large number of weapons. Not only swords, guns, swords, and halberds, but also some strange-shaped weapons that do not know their purpose and nature.

Each one looks like it has been in the dust for a long time, and the ability to withstand a small amount of power infusion speaks to their grade - silver-tier weapons.

Under Raven's [Hundred-Handed Giant] expertise, these weapons touched any part of Raven's body, and immediately turned into a flash star and shot wildly towards the evil monk.

"Look at my copycat version of [King's Treasure]!" (To be continued.) )