Chapter 20: The Encounter

Although all the Blood-Purifiers on the surface were particularly disdainful of human participation in the war game, when it came to the start of the game, the channel in charge of the live broadcast of the Grey Mist Region 3 team was still the most watched.

On various platforms in the central plaza, the Blood Purifiers stared at the holographic effects projected in midair.

An argument between the members of the Grey Mist District 3 teams was playing.

Although it is impossible to listen to their conversation due to the drone being in the air at twenty or thirty meters, the state shown in the picture is enough to prove that the teams participating in the three regions of Gray Mist have fallen apart at the beginning of the war game.

In the eyes of the Blood Purifiers, the human was undoubtedly the culprit, and it must have been his abilities that were incompatible with the Blood Purifiers, and he refused to obey the orders, which led to the conflict.

Untouchables are indeed untouchables, inferior as always!

However, this is only the opinion of the blood purifiers.

In the Bluebell Tavern in the seventh district of the gray fog, Zheng Qin, who was sitting in front of the bar, looked at the sudden departure from the team in the picture and went straight to the location of the demon marked by the real-time map on the right side of the screen, he involuntarily got up, drank the liquor in the glass in one gulp, and said with an excited expression,

"I know what he's going to do...... Isn't he afraid that he will never return? ”

"What did he find our stronghold for last night?"

The old waiter also stared at the screen and suddenly asked.

"He said he wanted to find an item related to Kiss, and he seemed to have received the power of a certain Guardian, and I could feel that special power, as evidenced by Kiss's special reaction to him."

Recalling the events of last night, Zheng Qin subconsciously raised his hand to touch the scar on his left cheek.

"Did he find the item?"

"Of course not, I don't even know what he's looking for, halfway through his words, the elite troops of the demon army have already arrived."

"In that case, the reason why he dared to participate in the war game is undoubtedly on the surface."

In a few words, the old waiter had already got the answer, picked up the wine bottle and poured it full for Zheng Qin, paused, and added,

"This man doesn't think he's going to lose to those half-demons!"

"Judging by his trajectory, he should be heading towards the demons, oh no, in front of him is the team of the Gray Mist District 8, and he is about to collide!"

Zheng Qin was about to open his mouth to answer, his eyes stared, staring at the signs of each team on the real-time map, and changed his words.

Hearing this, the old waiter also stopped discussing and paid attention to the picture on the TV screen.

At this time, Yan Jing was rushing above the chaotic buildings in the Gray Mist Ten Districts.

According to the normal competition process, each participating team should look for a weapon to arm themselves with as soon as they enter the arena, and at the same time find the local gang as quickly as possible to get a batch of guns and armor.

Wu Lu had actually explained this before the start of the game, but Yan Jing had never considered his suggestion.

Jumping on the wooden plank between the rooftops of the two houses, he jumped up, and when he landed again, it was another platform five or six meters away.

In the process of hurrying, Yan Jing also took the time to observe the terrain of the Gray Mist Ten District, and unexpectedly found that the buildings near this area seemed to be in a better state than the five districts he had been to before.

Probably because there are so many underground forces gathered here?

In short, the whole city looks like a huge walled city, with all kinds of strange buildings stacked on top of each other, crowded together, connected by wooden planks, suspended corridors and even ropeways.

Every time he jumped into the air and looked down, Yan Jing would feel that Area Ten was like a giant spider web.

The water tower where the demon is located is an important node.

The lack of drinking water has always been a major problem in the Gray Mist area, so water towers like this are particularly important and easy to recognize.

Yan Jing looked at the water tower that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and began to think about what to do when he encountered the demon later.

Suddenly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the rooftop below him, and Lu Wu's warning came in the next second.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the roof collapsed, and a large amount of rubble flew up and struck Yan Jing under the control of a whirlwind of wind.

Straight up his arm and placed it on his face, and the rest was intercepted by a long trench coat transformed into a bloody robe.

Yan Jing didn't plan to expose his special abilities in the live broadcast, he was a martial artist now, and he should be in the state of a human being.

The half-demon's offensive has just begun.

Seeing that the gravel attack was ineffective, when even a burly figure jumped up from the room at his feet, his arms were spread in a figure of eight, and his finger bones were convex with sharp claws, which looked quite like a golden wolf.

It's just that this guy in front of him may be more "wolf", his upper body is already completely covered with black bristles, his hideous wolf head hangs down, and a pair of scarlet beast eyes lock on Yan Jing.

The conflict outside the venue gave all the contestants a full understanding of Yan Jing's abilities.

So there's no option to keep your hands on at all.

As soon as he saw it, the werewolf's two sharp claws slammed into Yan Jing's head from both directions.

Yan Jing didn't even look at him, he pulled half a step sideways, flashed several flying feathers that shot out from behind him, and his right leg stabbed forward like a javelin, hitting the werewolf's chest, and at the same time smashing his right arm with a punch.

Turning his fist into a claw, he clasped the crook of his right arm and pulled the werewolf in front of him as a shield against the two short knives swung from the other side.

Successfully defusing this wave of attack, Yan Jing did not retreat but advanced, first smashing the werewolf's chest into the hollow with two short-range jabs, tilting his head to avoid the blood gushing out of its mouth.

The werewolf's flesh had obviously undergone special transformation, and there were even steel plates with a metallic luster under the flesh and blood, and he could still have the spare strength to try to fight back under the premise of withstanding Yan Jing's successive attacks.

Until Yan Jing's crisp punch hit him in the heart.

Spun around and threw the body over the shoulder to the birdman crouching on the edge of the rooftop, in order to temporarily intercept his view.

Wielding two short knives that had been collected temporarily, the middle-aged man who looked a little similar to a mouse was trying to pull because of a missed blow.

As a result, before he could retreat, Yan Jing rushed in front of him with only one outburst.

The wind blew in his face, and the nezumi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he jerked his right arm to the right.

The next second there was the sound of bones breaking, and the head was tilted to the side, and the nezumi flew straight out of the rooftop.

The seemingly complicated course of the battle takes place between lightning and flint.

The crushing situation without leaving any living mouth instantly broke through the psychological defense line of others.

"Run!"

Someone yelled nearby.

Yan Jing stopped, looking at the birdmen flying into the air and the other two people running wildly into the distance on the street.

Raising his hand to pat the gravel dust off his shoulder, Yan Jing didn't plan to pursue these Blood Purifiers, he didn't have time to waste on this group of wastes who had already been scared.

He looked up at the drone hovering in mid-air.

Yan Jing trampled on the werewolf's corpse.

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