When Ronald walked out of the tent, it was still dark.

He put away his dagger and went under the palm tree where the leprechaun was sleeping. And a faint smell of blood, as he still cautiously walked, diffused, gradually, the smell of blood spread, and finally completely filled this dead and silent small village.

A small village of fifty-six people, there is no longer the slightest breath of life.

On Ronald's resolute face, there was not even the slightest change in expression. Now that he had made the decision to kill, he was no longer merciful, even when he found out that there were ten old and weak people in the village.

He just raised his head slightly, looking at the dark boulder mountains and forests in the distance.

Turning over the red rock mountain on the opposite side is where the Fire Temple is located.

He recalled the information he had just been forced to ask for. Originally, he thought it would be a little tricky, but he didn't expect that after just a few questions, the scrawny black man actually answered all his questions honestly.

However, before he died, the black man's mouth suddenly opened and closed rapidly, and a series of words burst out from his mouth. Although he didn't know what it was, Ronald guessed that it was either a curse or a spell like calling for help.

Even if it's a curse, a guy with low strength can't have any effect on him. Moreover, as a fallen angel's physique, he had the confidence to completely neutralize the low-level curse technique. He was just worried that he would not alarm the priests of the Fire Temple and expose himself in advance.

According to the black man, the priests were all powerful, at least strong.

"Huh, what's the smell?"

The goblin's words interrupted Ronald's thoughts. Ronald did not answer, but only gave the order in a low voice.

"Let's go. ”

Irel's nose twitched, and she sniffed the source of the scent. "Don't call me either. She flew up to Ronald with a cute look of disgust. However, the cold look on Ronald's face startled her.

"So fast!"

Irel, who hadn't yet understood the meaning, was about to speak, when she noticed that a white light seemed to flash on her right. She hurriedly turned her head and realized that the source of the white light was the only small stone house in the village. And at this moment, she finally noticed that a guy with powerful magic suddenly appeared in the stone house, just like a violent wind, rushing all the way.

"Teleportation Inn?"

As soon as Irel's words came out, Ronald quickly condensed his ice sword and stabbed it at a burly bald head running towards him. The speed of the ice sword's flight was extremely fast, but she felt that the ice sword's aim seemed to be a little off.

The doubts in her heart were quickly explained.

Bang!

The stones shattered, and the roof of the small stone house fell to the ground. And the burly bald head's loud voice also reached the ears of the two.

"Fanatic, give me death!"

With that angry tone, Irel saw that the bald head had round eyes, clenched fists, and an arm as thick as an ordinary thigh's groom glowed red like molten slurry. Not only that, but she also found that this nearly two-meter-tall black bald head had red veins bulging all over his body!

"Fire Pattern. Ronald answered the horror in Iraire's heart in a cold tone. "It's a magic tattoo, not a blood vessel, it's Iflit's specialty. ”

"What's the use?"

Bang!

A strong wind pressure blew the second half of Irel's words away, and also blew her petite body into the air. After Irelle, whose head was a little shaky, had eased up, she saw that the bald head had punched Ronald hard.

Ronald has his palm open, and his left hand is pressed against his right wrist. And the palm of his right palm was pressed against the flaming fist that the bald head smashed into him, steadily preventing the bald head from rushing at full speed.

Zizi.

A mist of transpiration quickly rises at the contact surface.

Irel hurriedly flapped her transparent membrane wings and dived sharply, intending to burrow into the back of Ronald's hand, but suddenly heard his command in her head.

"Fly up and watch for me!"

Bang!

The hot and scorching strong wind whistled again, blowing the little goblin's hair all over the sky, and the body was almost blown away again. Irel hurriedly flew into the air, no longer participating in the battle below. "Oh well. She shifted her attention and began to act as a sentry.

Despite this, she couldn't help it, and peeked down a little nervously. Irel saw that Ronald had never condensed the ice sword, but used his speed and strength to fight the black bald head with his fists.

In an instant, the two of them were like beasts, smashing each other with their fists.

The muffled sound of banging poured out one after another.

Ronald was smashed with an iron fist of flame power, and his clothes were blackened and scorched. Soon, he became the same as the bald head, half-bodyed, revealing a strong body. He just sniffed, pulled half of the rag at random, and continued to swing his fist and fight the bald priest.

Two men, one black and one white.

On the arms, in the waist and abdomen, and behind the backbone, those lumps of muscle are as strong and powerful as flowing pieces of iron. Every time they fought, they were so fast and fierce that they blew the sand and gravel on the ground. It was enough to kill the fist, but it had no effect on the two people in the fight.

And the little goblin, who had been watching the battle nervously, finally understood the reason why the black man was bald. She found that although Ronald's hair was relatively short, it was still inevitably blown by the strong wind pressure, which confused his eyes.

"Don't be distracted, be your watchman!"

Ronald was in his mental consciousness and coldly stopped the little goblin's request for help.

Bang!

He raised his right hand and slammed another uppercut into the bald man's arm with incredible precision, forcing the guy to abandon his straight punch attack and switch to a clenched fist defense. The yellow sand flew on the sand, and a shallow mark was suddenly slid out by the bald head that retreated again and again.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Ronald took the opportunity to observe his opponent.

The bald head on the other side was almost completely naked, except for the waist that was haphazardly wrapped in some beast fur. His whole body was covered in blood-red demonic tattoos, like a sinuous earthworm, crawling wantonly all over his body, even on his broad face. In particular, two five-centimeter-wide vertical lines of white lacquer extend from the eye circle all the way to the chin, making them look ugly and abnormal.

Ronald judged from the bulging red veins that this guy had at least the magic power of the ** division level.

Just like the battle priest of the God of Light will chant various buff spells during battle, these magic tattoos on the bald head are also buff spells that increase strength, but they are buried in the circle in the body in a special way of thorn painting. However, unlike Battle Priests, which take time to chant, demonic tattoos buried directly into the body can be activated more quickly by the user, omitting the chanting time.

Although it hardly takes long for a high-level Battle Priest to prepare, in that short one or two seconds, if you are caught by your opponent, it is a fatal weakness. And with the Demon Tattoo, you don't need to worry about that.

The downside is that once you bury yourself in this circle, you can't use the magic of the earth, water, and wind. Moreover, the resistance of the three lines will also be greatly reduced.

I don't know, how many such guys are there in the temple......

He decided to save his opponent.

However, he also knew very well in his heart that the burly man opposite was not so easy to be caught.

Giggles.

The whole body of the bald priest Aadru came out with a crisp sound of bones. After being smashed a few steps back by Ronald's punch, he didn't rush to attack and was there to look at Ronald. He saw that although the opponent's body was not as burly as his own, it was also unusually strong.

There was a small scar on his sideburns, and the muscles on his arm bulged slightly, showing off the aura of strength. And those deep blue eyes are cold and ruthless. A cold but resolute face, as if indifferent to everything.

Sensing that his opponent seemed to be a tough guy as well, Aadru grinned and twisted his head, looking excited to try. What he desires is to fight hard, to go straight and conquer the enemy with strength.

"You're the one who angered the true God, what's your name?"

He straightened his spine, showing perfect chest and abs, and proudly pointed to his chest: "Aadru, the battle priest, has come at the command of the true God." ”

Seeing Ronald's indifferent expression, the already manic Aadru couldn't help but raise his voice: "You dare to kill my people! Don't you dare to come to our Fire Temple openly! Lao Tzu has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"True God's order, have you been waiting for me for a long time?" Ronald grasped the key point in his words, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was cold: "Yfrit, know I'm coming?"

"How dare you call the name of the true god?" said Aadru, clenching his fists, his knuckles rattling. Aadrew, who was originally going to ask questions, immediately became furious after hearing Ronald's cold and indifferent tone. "Die!" he scorched his fist again, and with his height advantage, he slammed a punch into Ronald's face.

Ronald was poised and did not mean to reach out to block or dodge. Just as he was about to be hit by an iron fist, Ronald made a deft jump, and then his right hook slammed into Adru's jaw from the left.

Aadru puffed out the muscles of his hands and arms, rested on his head, and took a defensive posture with his head in his hands, successfully defending against Ronald's uppercut.

Syllable!

The wind was blowing.

Aadru took a small step back. And Ronald did not continue to attack, after the blow, he immediately exerted force on his toes, and also jumped a step later.

Both of them felt numbness and pain!

But the moment when the pain was transmitted into Aadru's brain, he not only did not fear the strength of his opponent, but his eyes flashed with excitement!

The teachings of the true God are to fight, to fight bravely, not to fear pain, not to fear death, and to be eliminated by the weak who cry out in pain!

As a devout disciple, he has always followed the teachings of the true God, lived a light life with the priests, and devoted himself to sharpening ** every day.

Year after year.

Walk proudly in the sandstorm, grit your teeth under the spur, and gather strength in the flames.

It is only at the beginning of each month that they stop their penance and collectively go out of the temple to find the demonic beasts in the desert. Use the flaming fist full of flame power to vent, and use the miserable screams and desperate wails of the demonic beasts to vent the unforgettable pain that Ping Yu endured when he was silently cultivating.

And Ronald's fist strength, for Aadru, is not even comparable to the pain of the thorn whip.

Roar!

Like an enraged beast, Aadru let go of his hands abruptly, his head leaned, his mouth wide open and his yellow teeth bursting out, and he began to roar with excitement.

"Die!"

Another roar, spurting out with saliva.

And the iron fist wrapped around the flames also smashed out quickly in a roar.

With this blow, the smell of burnt water suddenly emanated from Ronald's body. The only half of the clothes on his shoulders, burned to black ash, rose rapidly, flew indiscriminately without direction, and dissipated under the bright starlight.

Another strong and scorching fist came to the face.

Ronald jumped back to dodge, and then saw the right time, and without waiting for his opponent to get up, he immediately lowered his head and punched out of the wind and aimed directly at the bald waist.

And Aadru's body quickly half-squatted, he stood in place, looked at Ronald's way, and also smashed it with a punch.

But he reluctantly found that his intention to try to fight hard was in vain.

Because, the black-haired young man's fist speed was obviously faster than his own. This time, before he could launch a counterattack, he saw his opponent take advantage of his speed advantage and suddenly change his leaning stance and punch from the right side.

"Come on, come on!"

Aadru roared angrily, enraged by the cunning attack of his opponent: "Why don't you dare to touch it now!

Syllable.

The tingling pain in his biceps made him grin.

Although he retreated quickly, Aadru still couldn't completely dodge Ronald's straight punch, and after a punch in the arm, he didn't have time to make a dodge move, and he was punched in the shoulder. But he only glanced at the bruise left on his left shoulder, and then he became even more excited, and his dark eyes had already revealed a violent killing intent, emitting a terrifying brilliance!

Under his roar, the demonic tattoo burst into an even more brilliant flame bright red! His whole body burst out with a slight red glow, like a red luminous body, in the deep darkness of midnight, it was particularly eye-catching!

"Come on!"

He spat fiercely, hooked his hands, and provoked the black-haired youth two meters away.

Ronald was unmoved, he had his own ideas. He just waited in place, waiting for his opponent to strike first.

Although this bald head has the strength of a strong man, it is still very easy for him to solve it, and it just takes some physical strength. If the illusion becomes the original posture, as long as you grasp the fighter, you can even easily kill it in seconds. However, he didn't want to use his magic. After stumbling upon learning that Ifrit knew about his visit to the Temple of Fire, he prepared to preserve his magic in the face of sudden crises.

The opponent's calm demeanor made Aadru even angrier. When he saw Ronald standing there, with an expression on his face that if you don't move, I won't move, Aadru clenched his fists and his knuckles clenched.

Giggles.

On his fists, the glimmer of flame writhed in anger.

Although the anger could not be stopped, he was not a fool, he knew that he was obviously at a loss in speed, and he did not have an advantage in strength. After thinking about it, he resolutely made a decision. So, Aadru squatted down suddenly, his mouth slightly open, let out a whining roar, and began to summon the power of the god of fire.

Inspired by him, the sand beneath his feet seemed to be blown by a strong wind, and the sand and gravel began to whistle and begin to rush in all directions. Soon, a shallow sand pit was blown out of his feet by a strong wind, spreading in a circle under the soles of his feet. And Aadru's whole person became red, glowing with scorching heat, like a lava man who had just crawled out of the magma.

The heat instantly evaporated the water beside him, and even the sand under his feet began to turn black.

This is the power that the priest obtained through the oracle in front of the altar. This power can instantly increase one's combat power and leap into a brave one.

However, the price of instantly increasing the strength energy level is achieved by overdrawing the body.

As long as the Vulcan Fury is activated, even if the battle is easily resolved at the moment of activation, it will still become weak and powerless after the end of the Divine Grace. It takes at least ten days, or even more than a month, to concentrate on cultivation.

However, the leap from the strong to the brave level, even if it was only an hour, Aadru thought that it would be enough to deal with the black-haired young man who was frowning and taking a few steps back.

"Are you scared!

Seeing Ronald retreat and avoid, he arrogantly puffed out his mouth full of yellow teeth, and laughed proudly: "Now, look at how you run!"

Standing up straight, he slammed into a clenched fist.

Call!

A cyan flame rose and almost reached Aadru's head!

Ronald saw the flames of heat flaring in front of his bald eyelashes, barely reaching Adrew's eyebrows. But in his line of sight, the bald head didn't seem to feel anything, and he even grinned, deliberately magnifying the fire in his palm!

Call!

Ronald found that this time, flames flew over Aadrew's head.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now. Aadru slowly advanced step by step, with a very oppressive feeling, and forced his opponent who looked at him coldly: "Otherwise, ......"

In the face of the enemy's arrogance, Ronald did not speak, his fist, is to answer.

In the worried mood of the little goblin, Ronald rushed to punch first and launched an offensive!

Bang!

Irel, whose hair was blown by the strong wind, found that the fists of the two people below were smashed hard against each other again!

Although she was more than twenty meters high, she was still blown a little unsteady in her flight. However, Irel was completely relieved, she found that even though she had improved her strength a lot, the Flame Fist with cyan flames had no effect on Ronald!

The flames passed through the fist and into Ronald's fist.

Feeling the scorching heat that continued to come from his fist, the corners of Ronald's mouth only swept into a sneer. He sneered coldly: "This small and pitiful power is given by Yfrit?"

This demeanor, this tone, made Aadru extremely angry!

As if hearing his angry call, the fire-based magic in Adrew's body flowed happily through the demonic tattoo. The magic flowed rapidly along the veins of the tattoo to Aadru's iron fist, providing a steady stream of magic for the tattoo's owner.

Coo, coo.

Those erupting veins, as if they were alive, began to rise and fall slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye. And Aadru's Kong Wu's body became even more red, so red that flames came out of his body!

"Die!"

He puffed out his muscles, his arms contracted rapidly, and he straightened!

An even more swift and powerful punch instantly rushed to Ronald's face with a sarcastic smile!

Aadru roared in anger to smash the maniac's jaw with this punch! )