As Sparky walked into the so-called GBL Institute, a fishy smell made him retch, and the cultists who were hurrying back and forth ignored Spark's arrival.

"Scared, do you mean they're too busy to take care of me?" Sparker suddenly had a feeling of being left out, and then thought that this might not be a good thing, as the so-called two armies face off without a fight and surrender the army is the best policy, Spark's purpose is just to escape from this GBL papal ruins, he is not a battle maniac, it is best not to cause trouble.

But this was just Spark's wishful thinking, and after taking two steps, Sparker felt as if he was entangled in something, and when he looked down, he found that it was a pitch-black octopus tentacle.

"I'm going to it, what is this? have you dyed your hair?" Spark, who cursed, hurriedly raised his leg to shake the octopus away, but this action alarmed all the cultists present. Originally, the octopus had just been fused and manufactured, and Sparker was no different from those cultists except for the different clothes of this octopus, but the octopus that Sparker threw away found that this person was clearly an enemy, after all, there was a close relationship between the cultists and the octopuses here!

The pitch-black octopus let out a low roar, this sound is not a frequency that humans can hear, but the believers present for some reason easily understood the meaning of the octopus, and this time they found that outsiders suddenly came to the institute at some point.

"It's a prisoner in the underground prison!" one of the cultists roared the moment he saw Spark, and all the cultists drew their daggers from their arms.

"Damn!" Sparker didn't take the initiative, but scolded in a low voice and turned back to Danny and asked, "Do you GBL sects especially like fruits?"

"Ah, who doesn't like to eat fruits, rich in vitamins A, B, C, etc.," Danny, who was just about to make a long speech, shook his head this time and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"It's okay," Sparker shrugged his shoulders, then turned to the hostile disciples and said, "It's just that I wonder why any GBL disciple has a fruit knife!"

Before Spark's complaints were finished, those disciples had already pounced, and Sparker was naturally not afraid of these "weak scholars" who were engaged in research, and raised his leg to kick out in an instant, and the closest disciple also flew out with a scream at the same time, "Sample, see if I don't kick you to death!" Sparker looked at the GBL disciples in front of him and was also angry, it seemed that he had never met anyone who was kind to him since he came to the West Coast, and the most frustrating thing for Sparker was that these disciples were all not afraid of death, and often just knocked a few disciples to the ground with the force of thunder, and the other disciples rushed up to make up for the vacancy just now.

Although the fight relies on a ruthlessness that is not afraid of losing or dying, but Spark's strength is not something that these disciples can deal with with with a few dozen people, Spark's blood was replenished by sucking Yaksha blood before, and this is the peak of his physical strength, dealing with these disciples is as easy as parents educating kindergarten children, and after a while, there are no disciples in the entire GBL Institute who can stand up.

"That's it!, let's go!" Sparker shook his legs, looked at the results in satisfaction, and beckoned to Ophelia Erdani behind him. But seeing that the two of them did not move at all, there was a frightened expression on their faces.

"What's the matter, mesmerized by my dashing movements?" Sparky smirked, only to notice that they were both reaching out behind him at the same time.

Seeing the two of them with such expressions, Sparker immediately looked behind him curiously, but then exclaimed, "I'm going to go, what is this?" I saw that the cultists who had been beaten to the ground by themselves just now began to struggle, and after a while, I saw that the shoes of these cultists were suddenly removed, and what was exposed was not human feet, but tentacles! How did the tentacles look like the tentacles of mollusked sea animals such as octopuses. After a while, the cultists stood up one after another, but at this time, it was no longer human legs that supported their bodies, but several wriggling octopus tentacles!

"Big brothers, I said you wouldn't be a hybrid between humans and octopuses, right?" Sparker looked at these disciples a little speechlessly, and then said with a distressed look: "Human beings have a lot of deformed love with lesbians on their backs, and you are even more shameful, actually a hybrid between humans and beasts!" After speaking, he turned his hands down in a figure of eight and made a look of extreme contempt.

But these disciples ignored Spark's sneering words, and picked up the dagger in their hands and drove the tentacles under them to pounce on Spark.

I wanted to continue to kick these morally corrupt cultists away, but just when I kicked out of a cultist, I found that the cultist suddenly stretched out two tentacles and tied his legs at once, while the dagger in his hand kept stabbing at Spark.

"Disgusting me!" Sparker hurriedly picked up a trace of blood energy in his body and condensed it on the ghost hand to knock the cultist away, and then spat lightly on the ground and said, "I don't go along with you, my brother is a man, I love women, and I have no love for tentacles like octopuses!"

Having said that, Sparker was still amazed by the tentacles of the cultists, and there was also a burst of soreness from the leg that was entangled just now, obviously caused by excessive force, and if it wasn't for the powerful punch that ran blood in the moment of crisis just now, Sparker was not sure that he would be able to break free before the opponent's dagger stabbed.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Sparker didn't feel tired, since that day's desperate battle with Devil May Cry Alec in the "Pan Arad Continent Brave Arena", Spark's blood energy containing the crazy virus in his body has also greatly improved in the control room, although the punch just now used the power of blood energy, but Sparker still instantly suppressed the crazy thoughts that flashed in his mind.

Calmness is a must for a qualified cultivator, madness may bring you a momentary victory, but it can also put you in a dangerous situation of losing control, Sparker is well aware of this.

Although the cultist fell to the ground again after eating Spark's bloody punch, there was no sign of a few more tentacles, according to Spark, this time the cultist completely lost the threat to him, but this is just a cultist, you must know that there are dozens of cultists present, and how many tentacles will there be under the feet of dozens of cultists? At least Sparker can't calculate, but one thing he can be sure of is that if someone gets entangled with tentacles again this time, it is estimated that this day next year will be his Spark's sacrifice day, because the daggers of other sects have appeared in front of Spark's eyes, it is dozens of daggers, if they are all pierced, it is estimated that Sparker will also become a honeycomb coal full of holes.

"Look at the move, kick in an instant!" At this time, where did Sparker still have the strength to retain his strength, in this case, if his Colt Black Mamba was still there, he would not be so desperate at all, with accurate and powerful bullets, Sparker could easily kill the disciples one by one before they got close. And now Spark, who can only use physical techniques, is extremely embarrassed, the instant kick just now has proved that the speed and strength of that move is not enough to solve the current crisis, and the enhanced class instant kick learned from Albert is different, this instant kick is to gather all the strength of the whole body to kick out, its power is naturally several times stronger than the instant kick, just listen to "bang!" With a bang, the disciple who was about to stab with his dagger held high just now was suddenly kicked several meters away, and even spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and his body couldn't withstand this violent kick and directly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Seeing that the instant kick was effective, Sparker also used it frequently, and for a while, the scene of Spark's single-handedness was staged again in this GBL research institute, and every moment of the kick made several disciples no longer threatened, but just as Sparker was holding back his strength and planning to solve it quickly, he suddenly felt that his body unconsciously hit a spirit, and Spark, who had experienced several life-and-death battles, suddenly understood that this was an instinctive reaction of the body to danger, and as if to prove his thoughts, a black liquid suddenly appeared in front of him, and the liquid sprayed towards Sparker in the airIt is unbelievable that this black liquid is actually formed in the air, like a water bag, and there is no sign of leakage