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Volume 1 Chapter 359 Dark Sacred Skills

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    Chapter 359 Dark Sacred Skills "Do you mean that all those candidates are dead?" Looking up at the fireworks still blooming brightly in the distance, the captain suddenly laughed bitterly.  Collect~Top*Point*Compiled by Bookstore Book Friends~Provided by If this is really the case, then this is probably the most tragic session in the history of the Bright Knight Examination.  "Kodak, use the teleportation array to report the situation to Lord Eurybia." After smiling bitterly, the captain suddenly turned to look at Kodak.  "Yes." Kodak's face turned rosy, and his eyes revealed a rare excitement.  In fact, ever since he became an oracle warrior, he has been the target of ostracism and ridicule, and no one has ever taken him seriously.  Now, even though it is just a simple reporting mission, it is enough for him to recover something.  The hands on the clock dial diverged by a small angle. Although it was only one-twelfth, it was enough to show how brutal the battle between Fatty and Miriel was.  It was indeed tragic, at least that¡¯s what Fatty thought. He had never suffered such a serious injury since he became Black Gold Russell.  His clothes have become tattered, and some bruises and even wounds with scarlet spots can be clearly seen from the holes in the clothes.  Such trauma occurs in almost every part of the body.  ¡°And this is just a traumatic injury. If you look at it from a purely traumatic perspective, this is definitely just some serious injury.  But from the inside, these injuries are severe enough to turn a strong adult man into a pile of ooze.  Every injury comes from within. Miriel's fighting spirit is very insidious. As long as he is hit, it will be deep-seated damage from inside the body.  "If it weren't for Fatty's black iron fighting spirit that was equally extraordinary and formed a defensive layer in Fatty's body, Fatty's bones would have been broken and tendons would have been broken by now.  But despite this, the fat man also broke two ribs.  The burning pain was like a needle pricking the fat man's nerves, making him tremble all over.  The fat man was undoubtedly lucky. The two broken ribs did not penetrate any of the fat man's internal organs.  "Otherwise, the fat man would have gone to see the great God of Light now.  Compared with Fatty, Miriel also feels uncomfortable.  Although Fatty's fighting spirit was not as sinister as Miriel's, the parts Fatty attacked undoubtedly reached the extreme level of obscenity.  The fat man did not miss any of the parts that an upright knight would not attack: his throat, his vagina  Moreover, the force and fighting spirit used in each attack on these parts are several times that of other attacks.  Even Miriel¡¯s body cannot withstand Fatty¡¯s attack. Although Miriel¡¯s body and fighting style are more like those of beasts, even the strongest beasts¡¯ vital parts are generally the same as those of humans.  If Milil hadn¡¯t been fast enough, Milil would probably have become the most disgraceful warrior who died in the history of the Knights of Light exam.  But even though Miriel avoided most of the vital attacks, his body still suffered injuries that were not inferior to those of Fatty.  His right thigh was hit hard by the fat man's fist, and the fighting energy directly caused cracks in his leg bones. Now he can barely stand still.  Of course, Miriel still has many superficial wounds on his body. In several places, the bones can be seen faintly due to the sharp scratches of fighting spirit, and blood is constantly oozing out. However, these are compared with the injuries on his legs.  It is undoubtedly much lighter.  Fatty and Miriel stood apart on the tilted tower. Heavy panting and breathing came from both sides at the same time. After an hour of high-intensity fighting, they had to stop and take a rest due to their strength.  Not long after, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Miriel's dull face, and then Miriel lowered his head and started to pick up his wounds with his tongue.  At this time, Miriel is undoubtedly more like a ferocious beast.  Looking at Miriel, the fat man¡¯s eyes suddenly widened, and then he pointed his right hand at Miriel as if he wanted to say something.  It¡¯s just that excessive consumption has made the fat man¡¯s words blurred now.  Only a few words could be vaguely heard: "Paralysisnakedcheating" If Miriel's licking of wounds was just a habitual action, then it would never have caused such a big reaction from the fat man.  The reason why he was so angry and scolded was entirely because Miriel's injuries were recovering at an unimaginable speed under the licking.  The blood stopped flowing out, and the tissue under the skin began to grow again. In just one minute, a bleeding wound on Miriel's body had already begun to scar.  Terrible recovery rate from injuries,Although Fatty didn't know whether this was caused by Miriel's physical constitution or the effect of his fighting spirit, he undoubtedly had the upper hand in the battle with this kind of recovery speed.  The fat man¡¯s eyes began to move. In just one breath, the fat man had already made a decision.  He wants to reveal his last trump card.  This battle is a battle between life and death. If you keep any trump cards, you will send yourself to hell.  The name of the King of Angels was muttered silently by the fat man. As the bytes burst out one by one from the fat man's mouth, a golden light began to linger on the fat man's skin.  Fatty¡¯s fighting spirit is recovering at an unimaginable speed.  The recovery speed of this fighting spirit is no slower than the recovery speed of Milier's injury, and is even higher than it.  Miriel, who was licking his wounds, had been staring closely at the fat man, and suddenly a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. It was indeed a surprise.  Although I don¡¯t know why, Fatty¡¯s trump card undoubtedly made Milier happy.  "That's it" Miriel mumbled something incomprehensible, letting out a deep roar that was almost like a beast, and at the same time, he licked his wounds faster and faster.  In just a few minutes, a depressing atmosphere began to condense on the top of the tower again, but the difference from the last time is that this time the suppression has undoubtedly become much more delicate, no longer violent and rough.  And this means that the next battle will be more about skills.  Now Fatty and Miriel are once again at opposite ends of the scale. The recovery of their injuries and the recovery of their fighting spirit have made them evenly matched, with no one taking advantage.  However, as time goes on, Fatty¡¯s advantage will be revealed little by little, because in this era where fighting spirit is used to judge strength by the level of fighting spirit, the strength of fighting spirit is the ultimate determinant of victory or defeat.  Fatty understands this, and so does Miriel.  But no one has the intention to give up. If the fat man gives up, or even shows weakness out of pity and sympathy, then what awaits him is death, and Miriel obviously does not intend to die quietly like this.  So the fight will continue.  Milier once again ran towards the fat man. Like all beasts, there was no word defense in their instincts.  Either run away or attack.  There is no such word as defense at all.  As a hunter, Fatty is more inclined to defend. Only by being calm and rational can a hunter better see the enemy's weaknesses and capture them.  This time, Miriel is no longer as brutal and violent as last time. Instead, he exudes a strange aura from head to toe. His green eyes are constantly flashing with luster. This fighting style is more like a  The alpha wolf spying on its prey fights with its mind.  Several green vindictive ropes emerged from the green vindictiveness on Miriel's body as he rushed towards the fat man, and rushed towards the fat man like a flexible snake at a faster speed than Miriel.  Looking at those fighting spirit ropes, the fat man's eyebrows raised involuntarily.  The first time the rope appeared, he had already judged that it was a combat skill, a combat skill he had never seen before.  These fighting spirit ropes are undoubtedly dangerous. From these tentacle-like ropes, Fatty felt a darkness, an unprecedented gloom.  This kind of darkness has sluggishness, corrosion and a series of negative effects.  There was a two-foot-long red gun in the fat man's hand, and then he stepped hard on the tower and faced Miriel.  The straight and sharp tip of Zhang Er's red spear met those tentacles with a sound of breaking through the air.  Facing the hard and sharp red spear, the green tentacles undoubtedly appeared soft and flexible. As soon as they came into contact, these tentacles turned around and wrapped around the spear, and as Miriel approached, the tentacles continued to stretch forward.  With.  A "hissing" sound was heard from the red gun. At this moment, the fat man's face froze, and then he suddenly stopped his hand and tried to take the red gun back.  His guess was correct. These tentacles were at least showing a very good negative effect now, which was corrosion.  Although Fatty didn¡¯t know whether the tentacles would corrode the material of the spear, he instinctively did not want the spear to be damaged in any way.  At this moment, the weakness of the spear was revealed. The winding and stretching tentacles had locked the spear firmly. With the fat man's strong choking, even though these tentacles were stretched straight, in a moment,  It will never break.  And in this gap, Milier had already rushed in front of the fat man.  Milier¡¯s fist hit Fatty¡¯s abdomen hard, and the fist filled with fighting spirit made Fatty¡¯s face turn livid immediately.    Big drops of sweat seeped out from the fat man's forehead.  But Milier¡¯s attack did not end. His other fist continued to swing towards the fat man¡¯s abdomen.  It seemed that he planned to use a beautiful combination of punches to completely kill the fat man.  But the fat man was not stupid. He had already penetrated half of his fighting energy into the spear, and in an instant, the spear was covered with a layer of sharp black light.  The black light twisted the tentacle into several pieces like a sharp blade, and then the fat man pressed down the gun body with red eyes.  The sharp black light made Miriel feel danger.  "If he doesn't stop, there is a very good chance that a terrifying hole will be opened in his back by the black light.  Miriel suddenly made a low roar-like sound, and turned his body to the right along the sloping and smooth tower surface.  Two rolls allowed Miriel to leave the upcoming danger, but he did not completely escape Fatty's attack.  The sharp black light cut open his clothes and left a long bloody mark on his back.
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