"I'm going to kill you!"

Marca roared, and as his anger swelled, his whole body grew a little bigger, and the green tendons on his face formed some special textures, making him look like a mad lion.

Obviously indoors, his blonde hair is windless.

"This guy is weird!"

The momentum from the other party made Mo Sen a little surprised, looking at the environment and dress, the other party was obviously not a very noble person, but he had a power that did not match it at all.

If it weren't for the hierarchy, there would be only one possibility.

The power level of this universe is very high.

The lower and upper limits of power far surpass any world Mawson has ever experienced.

In the world that Mawson had experienced before, the level of the lower limit of strength was basically the same, but there were some differences in the direction on the path of upward evolution.

But the situation here seems to be completely different.

This made Mawson secretly vigilant in his heart.

Maka didn't hold any weapon in his hand, and after a roar, he exerted his legs, like a beast pounced on his prey, and opened a pair of big hands to stop Mawson and hug him!

Looking at the strength of his hand, it is estimated that even a big tree can be easily crushed by him.

In the face of Marca's attack, Mawson did not choose to go head-to-head, he dodged to the side and then kicked the opponent's midfield.

Boom!

The place where the toe kick was as hard as an iron block, which made Mawson's heart sink slightly, this guy's physical fitness is far beyond Mawson's imagination.

Although he didn't use all his strength for the kick just now, even a steel plate should have been kicked through, but looking at Maka's state, it was obviously only painful and not injured.

The momentum of his charge was fierce, and coupled with the kick that Mawson kicked behind him, the whole person suddenly lost his balance, smashed the wooden barrel not far away, splashed in all directions, and tumbled against the wall.

Rumble!

The walls shook, stone chips flew, and the guy got up from the ground, unscathed, except for looking a little embarrassed.

With a loss in hand, Marca became even more manic, and on the other hand, Mawson stood aside with his hands folded, watching coldly, with a mockery on his face.

"Roar!"

The roar that came out of Maka's mouth was not like a human voice, and he crossed his hands, as if an unknown force was nurturing in his body.

Seeing that the situation on the field was about to erupt, but at this moment, an indifferent low roar came.

"Stop!"

"Tomorrow is the Kingdom Celebration, get back to me right now!"

Hearing the other party's voice, Maca felt like someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head.

His bloodshot eyes gradually regained their clarity, his body shrank a little, and he shook his head and looked down the cracked wooden door into the dark passage.

"Mr. Dragu!"

The haughty lion bowed his head.

Mawson turned sideways, looking at the figure that came out of the darkness.

This is a tall middle-aged man, and it can be seen that he should be a handsome and beautiful man when he is young.

It's just that the indifference on his face makes him look a little less human, the lines on his face are like a knife and an axe, and his not strong body reveals a force of oppression that is several times stronger than that of Maka.

He was followed by a group of soldiers, but they did not follow them into the room, but stood outside the door, silent, like cold machines.

"Whatever happens, go back now!" Dragu's voice was cold, he didn't care what was going on.

Maca looked up, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he could only look at Mawson with resentment, and then lowered his head.

"Yes, Mr. Dragoo!"

"About Tomorrow's Festival ......"

Maca couldn't help but ask.

"That's not something you should be concerned about."

"As a fighter, you should focus on the next battle!"

"In the face of Arius, either you die or I die!"

Dragu glanced at Maca and stepped out of the way, but this time Maca didn't say anything and left with his fists clenched.

Walking to the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Tomorrow, I'll kill you with my own hands!!"

With that, his body disappeared into darkness and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Dragu waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed in behind him, "This is the weapon and armor you will equip tomorrow." ”

"Give it a try and see if it fits."

Dragu was also still indifferent to Mawson, and he didn't even ask Mawson's name, perhaps in his opinion, it didn't make sense at all.

Because sooner or later, the other party will die.

Mawson's gaze swept over the tray in his hand, and he reached for a piece of armor, which was a piece of black leather armor with intricate carvings, and silver metal inlays in key parts.

Mawson reached out and stroked his armor.

Looking at the style, this should be a set of special armor used in ceremonies, such armor often focuses on aesthetics and highlights the wearer's majestic figure, but the actual effect is not satisfactory.

But the current set is much stronger than Mosen imagined, and even surpasses modern alloy smelting technology.

This is a bit unreasonable.

But then Mawson's gaze swept over Dragu and the many soldiers behind him, and he was slightly stunned.

The armor worn by these soldiers was several times better than the one in Mawson's hand.

Obviously, this situation is not a coincidence, but the quality of things in this world is far beyond Mawson's imagination.

This is not good news.

Mawson also has a preliminary understanding of the anomalies of this world.

To make an inappropriate analogy, if there is a planet whose gravity is 10 times that of the Earth, and there is life on it, then under strong pressure, life on this planet must be several times, ten times stronger than that of humans!

Obviously, this is the case in the world in front of us.

"The clothes fit well, don't try again."

Mawson said that the clothes and weapons in front of him were obviously tailored to his size, and this Dragu came in person, probably just going through the motions.

Sure enough, Dragu didn't say anything, he glanced at Mawson, "Rest well, tomorrow as long as you defeat Arius, the king will personally grant you freedom!" ”

"He is even willing to offer you a large sum of money and a boat to return to the East!"

"Free?"

Mawson smiled nonchalantly.

"My freedom is only worth 5 silver coins, and now, I'm going to gamble my life for it."

Dragu's eyes drooped slightly, and the palm of his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightened slightly.

"Are you going to refuse?"

Mawson looked at Dragu with a smile on his lips.

"Why?"

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow's fight."

He took the armor and weapon, "Take me to rest now, I just hope that no one will bother me in the resting place." ”

Dragu's brows furrowed, as if he was a little surprised by Mawson's reaction, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked:

"Warrior from the East, what's your name?"

Mawson did not answer directly.

"You'll know."

"But not now."