A skull rolled in the mud and rested at Toba's feet, brown skin, long brown hair tied in three braids, and a tattoo on her left cheek, no doubt the remains of a female Colombo warrior.

"The spear thrower of the M19 'Broom Star'. Elliott only glanced at it and said with a slight sadness.

"Hey, long time no see, now let's talk about the ticket. ”

The three of them walked through the rain to the heavily guarded pitchfork squad. The man in the middle, wearing a large wide-brimmed top hat, and the rain lines rolled down the brim like pearls, wetting the green cloak and white linen shirt, but the man was still leisurely, as if he were strolling in the spring sun, with unhurried steps.

"W!" Sippi screamed, pulling the bowstring full, the streamer arrow buzzing and trembling in the air with nervousness and rage.

"Hi, how are you. Mr. W stretched out his hand to Sibi to say hello.

Toba took a step forward, blocked the little grasshopper behind him with his broad back, rubbed his hands and said humbly: "Mr. W, I didn't expect you to also participate in the arena...... You've never entered Cherry Ferry to participate in any of the activities organized by Daddy. ”

"Yes, Toba, I owe an old friend, so I have the cheekiness to rent a room from my dad and find a partner to join in the fun. Mr. W politely took off his top hat and bowed slightly. Toba hurriedly bowed in return, and Elliot gave a knightly sword salute with a horizontal sword on his horse.

"Your Excellency, you are the last person we want to fight. "Plus the two gentlemen behind you." If we're not mistaken, the one on the left is Hassalchin from the V2 'Detritus' team?"

The tall, lanky man in a rock yellow robe who stood one step behind Mr. W nodded in confirmation. The man's skeleton was astonishingly large and slender, and a rain-soaked robe hung around his body like a skeleton hanging from the gallows wrapped in a shroud.

"Who?" asked Toba, confused.

"The main damage exporter of V2 'Crumbs', the companion of Gwadar, and the heir of the ancient bloodline with very terrifying combat effectiveness. - He's a Spiritualist. Elliott explained in a low voice.

"No wonder it looks familiar!" Thoba patted his head.

"The other one we don't know very well, sorry. The Rose Knight greeted the third enemy.

Mr. W waved his hand, "You certainly don't know him, he is my old friend, my client, an old pedant who can't fight, and he joined in to make up the quota for three people." ”

The old gentleman, wrapped in a heavy felt cloak and wearing gold-framed crystal glasses, couldn't help coughing and looked at Mr. W with reproachful eyes.

"Okay, okay, it's over soon, wait a minute, let's go back to the room and make a fire to keep warm. Mr. W reluctantly reassured.

Elliott, Toba, and Ryuki looked solemn.

How powerful is Mr. W, the king of the night and the emperor of the powerless in Cherry Crossing? Legend has it that he single-handedly annihilated the entire Cherry Cross V-Tier squad that had disturbed his sleep while out on a mission, and it was only after this battle that the V2 "Crumbs" rose to the top of the leaderboard.

How powerful is the Khasarchin the Psychic Manicasin? His strange fighting style makes it impossible for the loser to understand why he lost his life when he was unable to move and was crushed by Gwadar's cast-iron scepter.

How strong is the team of these two men? Take a non-combative visitor to the treacherous Twilight Arena, take out all the enemies at leisure, and talk to them easily, which is the absolute confidence that comes with absolute strength.

Yekong looked at the rain with a vacant expression, and gently placed his fingers on the hilt of the Buddha's tooth, feeling the rhythmic tremor of the famous knife due to excitement.

Elliott turned his head to look at Toba, "Lord, do you want to fight?"

Toba looked a little hesitant.

"Go to war, uncle!" Sibi gritted his teeth, his soaked wheat-colored hair clinging to his face, looking like a helpless child.

Toba looked unnaturally at Long Ji, and the oriental woman stood like a shadow in the heavy rain with a dagger in hand.

"You're the captain. But I had a reason to go south. Ryu Ji whispered, two slender eyebrows drawing a determined expression.

Jekon was silent.

Toba looked back at Elliot, and the Rose Knight sighed, "If you want to fight, let's fight." Ladies and gentlemen, the Syromancer Hasarchin fights in a very special way, and it is important to remember that when he calls out your real name, do not say yes. Remember, it's your real name, the moment you are born, your mother used to call your name. Put it in your heart, please. ”

"Understood. The guests of A51 had no doubt about the Knight's words, even though the request sounded a bit nonsense.

Toba nodded, took a deep breath, his broad chest bulging high, and just as he was about to call out the order to attack, Jekong took the lead.

Jonah saw the object go low again, then retreat at high speed. The sword-wielding Garan clinged to the ground like a cheetah and quickly approached the enemy, the long sword Buddha's tooth plowing high waves behind him, and Mr. W's face quickly enlarged, and Jonah seemed to see a relieved smile on the corner of W's mouth.

Before he could see what it was, everything became a blur.

Jekong's left foot popped deep in front of Mr. W, stopping the momentum of the forward rush, and with a huge momentum, he spun around and dragged the knife, and the Buddha's tooth sprinkled a crystal water curtain and drew a mournful half-moon-shaped knife light.

Mr. W drew his light saber with a gauntlet, and with a light touch on the sword, his body floated backwards as if it were weightless.

Yekong turned his body again, the second knife broke out of the cocoon from the mud on the ground, cutting each rain line encountered into two sections, Mr. W crossed the sword defense, the Buddha's tooth intersected with the light sword from the bottom up, and with a crisp sound of "ding", the enemy who was not at all weakened floated away again as if violating the principles of physics, Yekong was not exhausted, and jumped high in the sky with a long knife, hovering for a moment like an ochre red bird, and the sword light cut the air again.

Mr. W went up to defend with his sword, and the sawtooth of the Buddha's teeth locked the sword body of the light sword with a click, and Mr. W stepped back and unloaded the long knife, only to find that there was only the knife in the air that exuded infinite battle intent, but the owner of the knife had disappeared.

Sensing the aura of danger, he swept his gaze down to see a pair of gray eyes that were empty and unfocused, but made people pause their breathing.

Yakong crouched low in the mud, his left fist placed on the navel, and his right hand cast a wish, forming a treasure to give birth to the karma seal, and the secret art from the ancient kingdom of the far south summoned a violent destructive force from the void.

"Nine Lights...... King Ming's spear ...... "His arms glowed with golden light," ...... Two shots in a row!" Jekong pushed with both hands, and two powerful wind circles burst out in the air, and two flame spears with amazing light and heat shot out one after the other, turning the raindrops along the way into milky white steam, penetrating the short space between the two, and illuminating Mr. W's slightly surprised face in an instant.

Perhaps sensing the amazing power of the Ming King's spear, this time Mr. W did not use the light sword to resist, his steps were light, his body retreated, it didn't look fast, but it offset the rapid castration of the Ming King's spear, and the two flame spears spun and screamed in front of the tip of his nose, but they could never shorten the distance a little longer.

"You ......" Mr. W wanted to say something, but he didn't have a chance to finish the second half of the sentence.

Jekon closed his eyes. He put his hands together, his index fingers bent together, and his thumbs stood on both sides, forming the handprint of the Buddha Champion Wheel King Dahui Knife.

"Nan, Sammandobo, To, provoke Yu Wu Seni Sa, Suo Wan He ......" The ancient Sanskrit words beat everyone's hearts like morning bells and dusk drums, and the rain seemed to slow down at this moment, slowed down, until the trajectory of every drop of water could be easily discerned with the naked eye.

Toba slowly opened his mouth wide. Ryuki flexed her body and would shoot out in the next instant, and Elliott raised her sword, Sibby's bowstring empty, and the silver arrow had left the serpent's bow and was breaking through the air and moving slowly.

“...... Break off the root of ignorance, realize silence and nirvana, incomparable, the top of great silence......" Yakong slowly opened his eyes, his entire pupil turned golden red, and Jonah, who felt the battle through his body, exclaimed, he felt that a black hole appeared inside Yekong's body, greedily devouring the few remaining life force in the sword-wielding Garan's life pool.

In Mr. W's eyes, there is a small Yekong, in front of the little Yekong, a brilliant golden lotus is being born, and each golden petal of the lotus grows rapidly and withers rapidly, turning into blood-red brilliance.

“...... Nine Light ...... Red Lotus ......" Yekong sealed his hands and pushed forward, the flashy and brilliant golden and red lotus was as heavy as Mount Meru, every minute of the push, it consumed a trace of life, but every minute of the push, it shook the whole world.

The corner of Jekong's left eye cracked, and the bright red blood beads slowly fell, and the moment the blood beads fell into the solidified mud, he uttered the last word of the Nine Light Forbidden Spell.

“...... Put!"

The red lotus flower opened.

The red lotus bloomed in the dusk arena, and the dense layers of blood-red petals cut through the space, as if the entire cherry ferry was in turmoil because of it, and the old man sat up from his chair and threw away his pipe: "Good fellow!"

In Mr. W's eyes, the lotus flower was already so big that it covered the sky and the sun, and he quickly retreated, but the lotus shredded the two Ming King spears fired earlier and kept approaching, Mr. W once again crossed the sword defense, apparently after the light sword enchanted by Gao Ming, a series of crackling sounds, and finally the enchanted array burst like a soap, and the whole sword was immediately twisted into a shiny metal powder by the petals, and Jonah could clearly see that the brim of Mr. W's wide-brimmed top hat was also burned by the light and heat emitted by the lotus, and a strand of his white hair turned into ashes.

At this moment, Yekong, who had overdrawn his life energy, fell headlong into the muddy water, and Jonah's vision suddenly darkened, and then the heavens and the earth turned upside down, and the powerful sense of detachment made him can't help but scream.

With a tearing pain in his head, Jonah opened his eyes again, and found himself back on the bed in Cherry Ferry A51, surrounded by five of his fellow Pitchforks, Jekon half-crouching beside him, his hand on his chest, holding the little mouse ,—— record and recreate the fantasy of the Punjab beast.