In an ordinary massage room in Tianwang Huashengdun City.

The masseuse, dressed in a thin pink coat, was looking at the man in front of him in a daze.

The man had completely sat up from the massage table, switched the picture to a panoramic 3D mode, and looked at the figure in the picture with a light in his eyes.

As the strongest person in the alliance main area, and the leader of the world's largest mercenary group, the Genesis Mercenary Group, he naturally knows some secrets that ordinary people don't know.

For example, the ranking of the alliance's powerhouses, which has been regarded as a standard of strength, is very watery in his opinion.

As far as he knew, there were two supreme names that should be on the list, and they would surpass him, namely the old Pope Paul XII and the Indian ascetic Ammar.

The two old men were both over seventy years old, and the ascetic monks were eighty-three years old, and the sudden arrival of the evolutionary era not only did not turn the two old men into irrational monsters, but instead aroused their heavy heritage, turned into butterflies, and transcended the saints.

The old pope returned to his prime and became a holy knight.

The dervishes became Buddhas on the ground and became Buddhas of India.

Both of them were super strong people with more than five locks, and now, he found someone with that kind of strength.

In the panoramic image, the figure has reached the thirty-second floor of the Trial Tower.

This layer is guarded by three-headed monsters, all of which are four-lock and fifth-order strength, namely the Winged Demon, the Polar Shadow Dog Demon, and the Steel Armored Bear Demon.

The Polar Shadow Dog Demon was still the first monster to rush towards the human figure, but it was faster and stronger than the Dog Demon of the previous layers.

It's just that the middle-aged man in the picture seems to have figured out the law of the attack of the monsters in the tower, and the moment he teleported to this floor, he slashed straight forward with a knife.

The blade of the knife instantly expanded and became larger, countless black knife qi continued to swirl on its surface, and a strange light orange bird flew up and down the knife body, and made a "Zheng Zheng" chirp, like the sound of gold and stone rubbing.

The Shadow Dog Demon almost slammed headlong into the giant knife, and then fell not far away under the momentum, crashing into the ground and turning into two corpses.

At this time, the Steel-Armored Bear Demon had already caught up with heavy steps, and its huge weight weighing dozens of tons made it tremble on the ground every time it walked.

The huge fist clenched, like a siege ram, and the small figure that slammed into the ground.

The knife in the figure's hand was still expanding and growing wildly, and it was already dozens of meters long.

On the huge blade body, the black sword qi vortex was already visible to the naked eye, and the color of the hovering bird had gradually deepened, turning from light orange to orange red.

The orange-red strange bird was like a flame, lifelike, as if it had a spiritual intelligence, almost leaving the giant knife, flapping its wings and pounced on the two monsters.

The middle-aged man on the ground clenched his teeth, his forehead was full of green tendons, and he had obviously used all his strength.

This giant knife has swelled to 100 meters, and the gravity is more than 100 tons, if it weren't for the fact that this giant knife was already transformed by his own ability, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to lift it up and use his sword technique.

The steel-armored bear demon that was tens of meters tall roared and slapped at the giant knife, but the huge force that he was proud of did not shake the trend of the giant knife slashing forward, and the black knife qi vortex on the back of the knife also scraped a layer of thick flesh from its palm.

Its hands were drenched in black blood, so that it did not dare to put its hands in front of it anymore.

By this time, the giant knife had slashed straight into its chest, deep into its flesh and bones.

The sturdy cuticle on the surface of the body not only did not play much of a defensive role, but instead clamped the hundred-meter-long heavy knife tightly, making it unable to move.

In mid-air, this middle-aged man had already fought with the ten-meter-tall Winged Demon.

The one-meter-eight figure is naturally much shorter than the figure of the Winged Demon, but from the perspective of others, the momentum is diametrically opposite.

The sky is the home of the Winged Demons, and in the air, the wings behind them can attack as nimble as their hands and feet, and they are extremely powerful.

At this time, this terrifying winged demon was like a fish on the shore, dancing with its hands and movements, and its movements were quite uncoordinated.

This battle that took place in the air was destined to be understood by only a few people, because in the eyes of most people, the Winged Demon was just a person jumping up and down there, and there was no one at all.

Only a few people could see that a figure wrapped in blue light appeared around the Winged Demon like a ghost, and punched and kicked it like a dragonfly, while the frenzied Winged Demon could only be beaten passively and roar at a shriek.

After a few minutes, the movements of the Winged Demon's resistance gradually slowed down, and the mountain-like strong aura on his body suddenly became weaker.

At this time, the whole body of this winged demon, including a pair of flesh wings covered by black iron feathers, had long been covered with flesh holes of different depths.

And the figure that kept flashing on the side of the Winged Demon had long since disappeared.

The Winged Demon's broken body trembled in the air, as if it had returned to the light, and its muddy consciousness had regained a trace of consciousness, and its lips were slightly opened, as if it wanted to say something.

However, before he could say anything, he suddenly exploded and turned into a mist of blood.

It turned out that its body had already been shattered by the figure, and it was already dead and could no longer die.

On the ground, the corpse of the Steel-Armored Bear Demon, which had been cut in two straight from the center of the eyebrow, was lying quietly on a ruin.

The thick flesh on its two massive palms was long gone, replaced by white bones that were exposed to the air.

It turned out that it did not pull out the giant knife inserted into its body until it died, but it was crushed to death, and was cut in half by the weight of the giant knife and the black knife qi on the knife.

The tough man on the massage table looked at the picture in front of him in a daze, and felt that his evaluation of this person seemed to be low.

But the two old grandmaster-level characters he knew were already rare sages in the world, and this powerful monster-like Huaqu man was a demon who jumped out of a crack in a stone.

He frowned and looked at the middle-aged man who had come to the thirty-third floor, puzzled.

Strong, there should be a degree, from the first layer to the thirty-third layer in a few minutes, and it seems that he hasn't done his best yet, and it's more than easy, which makes him a little angry.

The thirty-second layer, he also opened it two months ago, and that time he had already cleared the first thirty-one layer, the thirty-second layer that he directly challenged, and he also made sufficient preparations, with spirit weapons, top-level armor, and demon refining props, everything, so he also fought hard for half an hour before he passed the customs with difficulty.

But what does this middle-aged man have, he is wearing ordinary green clothes, and he is holding his own knife-type ability in his hand, just with his bare hands, he hammered the winged demon into blood foam, is it a little perverted.

Thinking of this, he really wanted to add this man's friend......

On the thirty-third floor of the trial tower, the middle-aged man with a rough face disappeared as soon as he appeared, and he actually stopped breaking through the level directly and teleported out of the trial tower.

The bald eagle looked at the disappearing figure with burning eyes, thoughtful.