The fat man's head was very hard, and the granite boulder, which was tens of meters long and wide, and weighed a thousand catties, was actually knocked out of a huge crack two people high by his head, and almost cracked from it. The stone shattered, but his head was unscathed.

In fact, it could not be said that he was unscathed, and when he pulled his head out of the crack in the stone, there was still a black blue left on the bald head door of the Mediterranean, which looked very ridiculous.

But El couldn't laugh, and he dropped his fist without a trace, shaking his fingers quickly. The punch hit the fat man's head like hitting a steel plate. The fat man was fine, but his finger bones were almost shattered by the shock. Although this small injury can be recovered in the blink of an eye, he also has to admit that this fat man is indeed a tricky and formidable enemy.

"It's kind of interesting. The fat man said with tears in his eyes over his head. Just because his head is hard doesn't mean he won't hurt, although the fat on his face is trembling, he still refuses to bow his head.

"Now go back to your parents and get out of the way. El said with a blank face.

"When I say 'kind of interesting', I mean that your punch is kind of interesting, and you are barely qualified to practice with me. The fat man grinned and covered his head, and said angrily.

He grabbed a helmet from under his ass and put it on his head, which looked like a bull's horn helmet, but was actually inlaid with two bloody boar fangs. Then he grabbed his weapon from the ground.

It was an oversized serrated knife that was more than two meters long, with a wide blade on one side and barbs like shark teeth on the other. Looking at that rugged style, it's definitely not a human product, but more like it comes from the orc tribe.

"I'm Jager, the Scarlet Fangs of the Thunder Fortress. The fat man put the sawtooth knife on his shoulder, and said, "If you can't pass my level today, take these old and weak sick and disabled people back the same way." ”

"I'm El, from Istalen. El showed the silver emblem on his chest, looked directly into the fat man's eyes, and said, "We have asked Lord Churkin for assistance, and we have also received a promise from him himself. Now, what qualifications and positions do you have to stop our team?"

"You've just said it yourself, don't talk about this non-constructive nonsense. If you can beat me, you'll know why. If I can't beat me, I'll have to pay, or get out. The fat man blinked, but he still looked dead.

El shook his head, from the time the fat man reported his door, he knew that the previous excuses for tolls were, and he must have other meanings when he stopped here. But he refused to say that he had no way at all. Maybe Lolana has the ability to judge his intentions, but the eldest lady hasn't woken up yet, and the IQ of the others hasn't reached that level, so it's more troublesome.

El was about to test it again when suddenly there was a flapping of wings from behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt his shoulders sink and a wisp of white, smooth skin flashed in the corner of his eye.

The fat man on the opposite side instantly widened his eyes, habitually pursed his lips and whistled loudly. Feeling the softness in contact with the back of his head, the corners of El's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to turn back and said angrily: "What are you running out for?"

Two completely different girl body scents entangled into the nostrils, just smelling the smell to know what good things this girl was doing before, the beautiful picture made up by the brain made up a burst of evil fire in his heart.

"I'm here to help. Jessica said with a grin as she flapped her bat wings and gently wrapped her arms around El's neck from behind.

"Stay away, don't make a mess here. El reprimanded impatiently.

"I'm really here to help you. Jessica pursed her lips and snorted, pretending to be angry, but soon she raised her head, with a wicked smile on her face, and whispered softly to the two eyes on the other side, who were about to stare out, "Fat gentleman over there, don't waste my man's time anymore, okay?

"No, I wouldn't have gone on a date with you without him, you're thinking too much. El Zhengse said.

"Miss Kemal?" Jager stared at the girl's turbulent murder weapon, smashed his mouth, swallowed his saliva, and squeezed out a sincere smile from his face, coughed and said, "If you want to find a man, we can too." Don't think I'm fat, I'm just a little big......"

Jessica raised the corners of her mouth and leaned on El's shoulder and gently threw a wink at the fat man. Just as the fat man's face showed an expression of lust and soul, she suddenly opened her mouth and spewed out a leaping flame!

Jessica's fire-breathing ability is a natural ability from the demonic bloodline, and when charged, it is no less powerful than the flaming meteor summoned by her brother. Hellfire of up to 3,000 degrees erupted from her cherry mouth in an instant, directly drowning Jager's figure and pounced on the boulder behind him.

The boulder had already been knocked out of a huge crack in Jager's head, and it was sprayed by this flame, and the surface was immediately coated with a layer of charred black, and countless tiny cracks quickly extended out on both sides, and it looked like it was about to shatter.

El subconsciously turned his head away from the girl's cheek, and only the aftermath of the heat scorched the hairs around his ears. After Jessica fully recovered, this was the first time El had seen her true strength, and since then he has completely dispelled the idea of appreciating the sweetness of the girl's red lips.

But can this level of flame deal with the fat man who can't see the depths? Before Jessica could finish spraying that mouthful of flames, El put his arms around the girl's waist with his backhand and led her back quickly.

The surging flames swept back after being blocked by the boulders, forming a large vortex of flames in the middle of the path. But in the next moment, the huge flame vortex actually split in two from the middle. The fat man with a serrated knife in his hand rushed out of the whirlpool, and his body was still wrapped in unextinguished flames, like a demon god descending into the world.

El retreated quickly, but the serrated knife in Jager's hand was of astonishing length, and he took two steps forward and flicked it backhanded, and the serrated knife wrapped in flames actually crossed several meters and directly enveloped El's head.

The raging and blazing sword wind pressed down with a thousand catties of force, producing a suffocating coercion, and if you were an ordinary person, you would lose consciousness even if you just felt this invisible coercion.

The person who can lightly write this knife has at least reached the end of the Silver Secret Realm.

But El is no longer a rookie after all, and he has experienced the coercion of a real gold-rank powerhouse, and this level is not a trouble for him.

El pulled the girl away from his arms just in time, and at the same time quickly glanced behind him. The reason why he didn't make a big move just now was because he was afraid of hurting his soldiers. But fortunately, the fat man was talking nonsense to himself all the time, and he didn't pay much attention to the defeated men lying on the ground.

After a makeshift first aid from Ranga, the hapless soldiers had already scattered in all directions, leaving enough space for the two in the confrontation. After seeing it clearly, El was relieved, although the fat man's serrated knife was less than half a meter away from his head, he still had time to move his fingers.

Storm Strike On!

Two bits of dark blue light bloomed in El's eyes, and the world in his eyes had entered another state of speed. There is no doubt that the strength of the fat man is very strong, but his body shape is destined to be unfortunate with agility. But on the other hand, it means that he will be particularly strong in one aspect of attack and defense. After seeing the serrated knife in his hand, El immediately abandoned the idea of fighting him, and there was only one choice left.

Jager slashed out, and the road under his feet cracked, but El was lost under the knife. He snorted, and a cloud of blood erupted at the joint of the knife-wielding arm.

There was no one under the knife and he was hit hard by the counterattack, the fat man's face changed slightly, the soldier's intuition transmitted a signal of danger, he did not hesitate to open his arms, and the muscles behind his back suddenly tensed.

El appeared silently behind the fat man, the blade of the wind mark easily slicing through the tough leather armor and stabbing through the fat man's vest like a viper.

It's not a move that El likes to use, but it's the best move to play with Wind Scar. As the exclusive weapon of Adrian, the king of thieves, this move has been completely integrated with this weapon, and it is as natural as breathing.

Unless you are in a life-or-death situation, El will not easily use this killing move, because this knife basically determines life and death.

The fat man in front of him, who claimed to be from the Thunder Fortress, couldn't tell if he was an enemy or not. But as an opponent, if he didn't use this kind of killer move, El felt that he had no chance of winning at all.

Although he had a hunch that this move might not be able to stab the fat man to death, out of caution, he still changed his angle at the last moment and did not aim at the fat man's heart. If this guy is really stabbed to death, no one knows what kind of mess will happen.

His hunch was not wrong. The fat man didn't look back at all, the blade of the wind mark only pierced the fat behind him, and then he was caught by his tense muscles and couldn't move.

"What kind of monster is this?" El scolded in his heart, and he didn't know how this fat man's muscles were exercised, he was simply a freak, and he was probably the same as Hercules Hagnam's steel and iron bones.

"A woman's kindness. Jager sneered, and leaned back with the knife in his hand, and El felt like a mountain wall was pressed against it. He grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and wanted to draw the knife, but he didn't expect the wind mark to move as if it was born in flesh!