Meeting other humans here was something the two of them expected, and in fact, the guy attacked the two the moment he saw them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info His actions undoubtedly proved that he was unkind, and the two of them certainly wouldn't rule out that someone would take advantage of the chaos to do one or two guys that they had been displeasing to the eye all along. But he may have seen the wrong person, because the two of them never had a place for that guy in their memories.

However, he stopped his attack after the first wave of Maffeo's counterattack, and then showed an embarrassed expression of recognizing the wrong person. "Damn, you're not Curran, fuck. You shouldn't have been in front of us with weapons, hell guys. His abrupt cessation of the attack and his inexplicable words made the two of them feel a little ridiculous.

"What the hell?" said Maffeo, who hesitated, never swinging his weapon again.

"I think you've mistaken someone. There was a hint of provocation in Marcos's tone.

The fiery red-haired guy immediately kept waving his hands, "No, no, no, ah, damn it...... Don't say it!" he growled, saliva spilling out.

"I don't care how you feel. Marcos shrugged.

Ignoring Marcos' provocation, he walked over to a bench and sat down. The benches in the temple had accumulated a lot of dust, and the guy had foolishly placed the crimson greatsword on the dusty bench. In any case, this is unforgivable in the eyes of both of them, and a guy who does not cherish his weapons does not deserve to be a warrior.

Maffeo walked up to Marcos and whispered to him. "Are you sure this guy isn't a lunatic?"

"No, think about the way he used his sword just now, it's impossible for a madman to know both swordsmanship and fluctuation at the same time. Marcos responded.

The expression on the guy's face began to become complicated, and he crossed his legs, pulled a water bottle from his waist and began to drink. As a result, he was choked, and all kinds of funny behaviors made Maffeo think that he was not a normal person. Even if he is, he's just a funny clown. "So, who are you?" he asked tentatively.

"This?" he said, turning his gaze to the two of them. "My name is Zahit, and I am an old enemy of the hunter Kuran. That's right, it's the Yaksha hunter, I think you know what kind of creature the Yaksha is, right?"

"Let me guess. Marcos replied in line with his words. "It's those who look like humans but crawl on all fours, and we've killed a lot of Yaksha along the way. ”

Zasit jumped up from the bench as if he had been touched by some untouchable bottom line, and at the same time grabbed the sword in his hand. "What? How dare you compete with me for prey?"

"What?" Maffeo didn't even react, and in the next second, Zasit slashed at him with a swift sword. Maffeo cursed and dodged the sword, and Marcos condensed the greatsword of Zasit, the image of Sayakafa, and pointed it at him.

"Hmph, ghosts, funny. Zasit smiled maliciously and swung his sword to flick a crack that allowed him to attack and dodge the entanglement of the demons. This is another drawback of the Ghost Seal, if it can't accurately capture the target, it will pounce on the air.

Although Marcos didn't have too many surprises, he didn't have a look of contempt on his face, and he began to wrestle with Zasit. At the same time, he constantly summoned the ghost and god formations, trying to make this place his own domain.

Zasit shouted disgruntled as he swung his sword. "Sure enough, the guys who robbed me of my prey are despicable, and it is not a noble act to bully more and less. Although he said this, it was difficult for the two of them to associate the word elegance based on his dress, words and demeanor. "We can tell the winner and then talk nonsense. Marcos laughed.

Maffeo wanted him to have a fair fight with Marcos, so he decided to quit the fight. But Zasit didn't give him any chance, and when he retreated, the guy threw another ground crack wave over. Maffeo had no choice but to swing his sword to block the surging wave of ground cracks, and even this impact knocked him back a few meters away. "Hey, I want to give you a fair matchup, but you're not going to give me a fight?" Maffeo snarled at him.

"What? Damn, hit the wrong person...... Zasit playfully covered his forehead with his hand, and bowed half to Maffeo. "I'm sorry, blonde guy. Then he turned his attention to Marcos.

"Damn weirdos......" Maffeo cursed under his breath, frustrating his greatsword into the scabbard behind his back.

"Now, we're one-on-one. Marcos raised his index finger at Zashit, signaling for him to attack.

"Let me defeat you lifeless fellow. ”

"You know what?" Marcos reached out to summon Kazan's formation as he dodged Zait's lunge. "That's probably the most pertinent thing anyone can say about me. He immediately bent down and slid forward, then resisted a full blow from his opponent's possession in Kaija's possession. His way of fighting for his life surprised Zasit, and as the greatsword slashed hard against the defensive black wind formed by Kaija, Marcos also stabbed Zasit in the abdomen with the hilt.

Zasit stepped back slightly in embarrassment, and Marcos bounced off the impact of the greatsword's slash. The two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and they stood up at the same time, even the rhythm of the action of patting the dust on their clothes. "Tell me, do you like hunting Yakshas?" Marcos asked.

"That's right, hunting Yaksha is the most important goal in my life. So I'm not going to let anyone go for my prey. Zasit was not afraid of the ghost and god formation, and swung his sword again.

Marcos took a step back, using his body as bait, and then the hanging ghost hand began to secretly condense the ghost and god seal. Zasit's guy looks upright, but he can see through Marcos's strategy. Although he was still sprinting, the wave mark gradually appeared on his head.

Prunmont sprang out of Marcos's fingertips and struck Zasit, smiling strangely at the green ghost. He suddenly stopped his steps, then raised his left hand in place. The noise almost pierced Marcos' eardrums, and he even felt like he was going to go deaf. The powerful wave spread rapidly in all directions with his left hand as a flashpoint, and the bench and stone pillar shattered under the impact of the wave. The Purmon Seal disappeared without a trace in the wave of fluctuations.

Then, before Marcos could make his next move, Zasit swung his greatsword in place to unleash a wave of scorching flames. The rolling fireballs were enough to burn anyone in their way, and Marcos calmly summoned the Frost Saya, freezing him into ice moments before the flames touched his body.

"Well, are there any other tricks?"

"Tough fellow, I now know why you were able to kill those Yakshas, you don't look like rats. Zasit gritted his teeth.

"We've never been rats, if you think so. Or, to put it more preferred, sometimes we're mud rats under the dust when faced with an enemy that is too powerful for us to defeat easily. Marcos whispered.

"I'm not going to pay attention to your words, come on, and decide the winner as soon as possible. Zasit waved his hand impatiently, and as soon as he said more, he seemed to feel a pain in his head. But he is definitely not a reckless fighter, and Marcos knows that this guy likes to hide his strength.

"I don't want to waste my time either. Marcos' eyes turned cold, and he began to chant the incantation softly.

The aura of ghosts and gods enveloped this small area almost instantly, and Zasit couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. That cold sweat was not caused by fear, but by the oppressive feeling that the dark ghosts and gods unleashed on everything here. Even Maffeo, who was watching the battle, could feel that he was surrounded by spirits, and now they were the only masters here.