For Renault, he had been able to shield his aura and spiritual power fluctuations in the Giant Wood Forest to escape the pursuit of powerful enemies, but at this moment, when he used this turtle breath fake death method to the extreme, it instantly made Claude, who was excited, change color. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ray, Renault?"

He saw that the test subject he was about to complete suddenly lost his breath, and his whole body suddenly froze.

Suddenly, Claude was already at Renault's bedside.

Renault in front of him, his face was dark, his breathing stopped, and he couldn't even feel the slightest life fluctuation, obviously completely deprived of his vitality by the bottle of poisonous medicine just now.

"This, how is this possible? Everything is going smoothly, how can it be that he died suddenly!" Claude had great expectations before, and how great his disappointment was at the moment, and the huge contrast between heaven and hell before and after made him panic for a second even though he was meticulous and cunning.

What Renault wants is this second of the moment!

When Renault's eyes opened, it was as if there were two lightning bolts in the entire tent, and endless white spiritual power surged out of Renault's body like a mountain and a tsunami, converging on his right hand.

"Give me death!" Renault did not hesitate.

A moment in the air, a fleeting opportunity.

Must hit in one hit!

You have to stick the demons!

The mysterious black short stick was already tightly held in Renault's hand.

Boom.

Renault fused all his anger, all his hatred, and all his fighting spirit.

The obscure black short stick seemed to feel the monstrous war intent in Renault's heart at this moment, it was Renault's last bet to rely on, and a faint brilliance appeared on the pitch-black stick.

The strange runes on the body of the short stick flickered with a faint aura, as if some mysterious power was awakened by Renault, and the entire stick body drew a black stick shadow in the air, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and like a mountain collapse, and smashed down on Claude with a bang.

"What, you!" Claude's eyes almost popped out, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

Where did Claude think that the medicine guide he had been waiting for for so long would eventually turn into a life-seeking Yama, and the whole person was shocked, and in his hurry, he saw a black stick shadow slashing towards him.

However, this person is not an ordinary person after all.

In less than a thousandth of a second, Claude had calmed down, and his frightened eyes turned into endless murderous intrigue.

"Boy, even if you can move, so what? Just a fighter, I'm still afraid of you, get out of here!"

Claude raised his right hand to block at the last moment, and the powerful fighting spirit formed an impregnable barrier on his arm, not to mention that Renault was only a mid-level fighter, and even the most powerful high-level fighter could not break through this layer of defense.

Kill!

Renault, along with the short stick in his hand, delivered a life-threatening blow.

Get out of here!

Claude sneered and swung his fist, he wanted to slap the ant in front of him who dared to resist him to the ground and ravage it to death!

A stick and a punch, after all, collide.

As a result, Claude fell into hell.

What the?

Glala!

A crisp cracking sound sounded.

Even Renault himself couldn't believe that Claude's powerful fist with the strength of a fighter was smashed into the mud like tofu scum in front of his short stick.

With a stick, Claude's right arm was directly declared scrapped, and it was smashed straight to the ground from the position of his shoulder, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Claude didn't even react, but a huge piercing pain made him howl.

"Whew!"

This voice was heartbreaking, but fortunately, Claude had already expanded the black circle to the entire tent area, and no matter what was going on inside, it could not be heard outside, it was simply a cocoon.

Renault struck a blow, and his figure suddenly jumped up like an eagle, and the short stick in his hand exuded a sharp brilliance, and beckoned directly to Claude's head.

Bang bang bang.

The terrible short stick, God knows how it could have such great power, and every time it fell, it was like a thunderbolt struck the ground, and smashed straight into a deep pit of earth.

At the last moment, Claude also burst out of the endless potential in his body, rolling on the ground in embarrassment, and actually dodged Renault's thunder blow three times in a row.

The sound of breaking wind and cracking in his ears made Claude tremble, but Renault blocked the direction he wanted to escape with each stick, and after finally dodging three times, he finally fell on the lumbar spine because of the serious injury on his shoulder.

A crunch was followed by a scream.

Claude was whipped into a rolling gourd by Renault's stick, and after rolling on the ground several times in a row, the waist of his entire body had become a mess of minced meat, and his spine, pelvis, and flesh were all crumbled together, leaving only a little muscle and legs, and the whole person was completely crippled.

"Uh...... Oh...... Uh......"

Even after the injury was like this, Claude still desperately urged the fighting energy in his body, condensed at the position of his waist, and at the same time clutched the ground with his hands like unwilling demons.

He kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and at the same time stared at Renault and let out an unwilling roar, but no matter how he struggled, the injury was so serious that there was no room for reversal, just suffocating the last of his life force.

Renault's short stick in his hand was full of divine light, flying around him like a black swimming dragon, and submerged in Renault's body.

At the same time, Renault couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, he finally won the bet, but winning was too thrilling.

If it weren't for the short stick that burst out at the last moment with a powerful power that even he couldn't imagine, whether he could defeat the powerful fighter on the other side was really a matter of two words.

At this moment, Claude's eyes breathed fire.

He couldn't accept the fact that he hadn't seen the blood of a thousand poisons, but what he was waiting for was the sickle of death, which made him unbelievable, and the uncomfortable feeling of falling from heaven to hell at once drove him mad.

Mutter...... Mutter......

In his waist, every time he gasps with his unwillingness, he will squeeze out a small river of flesh and blood, no matter how much he uses his fighting spirit to maintain his vitality, he will not be able to recover.

"Why, you can ......" Finally, Claude struggled to spit out a sentence mixed with blood foam, his eyes were open like dead fish, obviously difficult to swallow this last breath of the nest, not wanting to die in vain.

"Do you really think of me as a fish for you to slaughter?" Renault was not careless, looked at Claude very calmly, and said, "Unfortunately, you are not as smart as you think." ”

Claude's waist was still bleeding, and he struggled to hold his last breath: "You...... I...... Hate it......"

"Poof!"

He vomited blood again, his eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, and there was a great resentment in his heart, everything was perfect, but the final result was so cruel that he couldn't accept it even if he died.