I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 116 Beheading

The venomous sunshine was scorching this barren land, and the scorching wind was carrying the audience's obscene words, which were pouring into Lancelot's ears continuously.

"What should I do next? No, what will Mocre do?" Lancelot looked at the extremely strong Eusebio opposite and thought desperately.

"Next, please let me introduce to the audience the challenger of this duel - Mokre Angus!"

The sexy female voice sounded in Lancelot's ears again. The surrounding environment was obviously noisy, but the voice was clearly heard by everyone in the arena. It was undoubtedly the effect of magic blessing.

"He comes from the Angus family in the Riverlands. He is the inheritor of knowledge and wisdom, and he is also a brave fighter! And now, he will use his courage and life to defend the honor of the family!"

"Glory! Glory! Glory!" The audience on the stage shouted this word excitedly, obviously unable to hold back.

"The duel begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eusebio took a deep breath, pulled out the giant sword on the ground, and walked slowly towards Mokre.

There was about a hundred meters between the two of them. Lancelot watched helplessly as the enemy approached step by step, but his body did not react in any way.

[Has this guy Mokeli given up resistance? 】

Just when Eusebio was less than 50 meters away from Mokre, he suddenly accelerated his pace!

In order to save energy, Eusebio held the giant sword with one hand, and the tip of the sword dragged an obvious dent in the sand.

His steps became faster and faster, and finally he started to trot!

"Damn it, can't you move?" Lancelot looked at the menacing Eusebio, almost going crazy with anxiety.

At this time, Eusebio was less than ten meters away from Mokre, and he changed the heavy sword to be held horizontally with both hands.

The screams of the audience also reached their peak. They shouted Eusebio's name loudly, seeming to celebrate his victory in advance.

There is no doubt that if Mokeli still stands there stupidly, he will be cut in half by the giant sword in the next second!

"Plop!" Lancelot felt the scene in front of him shake suddenly. Mokley fell to his knees and shouted with all his strength: "I surrender!"

Eusebio was slightly startled when he heard this, and stopped abruptly. He inserted the giant sword into the ground again.

"I surrender!" Mokley continued to shout with a hoarse voice. The audience on the stage was shocked by the sudden change, and the entire arena miraculously became silent.

Lancelot felt a warmth coming from his crotch, and Mocre was so frightened that he peed his pants.

Eusebio saw the ground under Mokre's knees gradually darkening, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips: "Mokre, even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to walk out of the arena alive."

What surprised Lancelot was that Mocre did not speak, but just looked up at Eusebio.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" The audience began to howl angrily, and many people began to throw garbage into the arena to express their dissatisfaction.

"Eusebio, according to the rules of the game, you must kill your enemy in order to win the duel."

The charming female voice sounded again, but this time the tone had a hint of warning.

"Who is talking?" Lancelot was confused by this, but through Moquel's eyes, he could not see the specific faces of the spectators in the stands.

However, there is one most conspicuous place in the auditorium. There is a dark blue shed set up there, and there are several individual seats under the shed, which are obviously specially prepared for some big shots.

Among these big shots, sits the owner of the Blackthorn Arena—Harvey.

Eusebio heard the warning, he shrugged helplessly and said: "Mocre, I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he raised the giant sword above his head and was about to strike down Mokre's head hard.

"Ah!" Mokley suddenly got the fighting spirit from nowhere. He shouted and rolled to the left, and grabbed the long sword that fell on the ground.

Mokre held the long sword in his hand and slashed at Eusebio's ankle with all his strength!

"Damn it, you guys still want to play sneak attacks?" Eusebio avoided Mokre's attack with a slight jump, his eyes immediately filled with murderous intent.

Lancelot was also startled by Moquel's sudden move. It turned out that he wanted the other party to relax his vigilance, and then took the opportunity to play tricks on him.

However, in the face of the huge gap in strength, such small tricks will not have the slightest effect.

The giant sword in Eusebio's hand slashed diagonally towards Mokre, who could only hold the sword tightly and get into a blocking posture.

"Cang!" The metal collided with a crisp sound.

The giant sword weighing 150 kilograms was so powerful that Mokley managed to catch the blow with his long sword, but at the same time, a huge gap was cut in the long sword, and half of the blade was

Has sunk deeply into the ground!

How could Mokeli's thin body withstand such a powerful impact? He took several steps back before barely regaining his balance. At this moment, his right hand had completely lost all feeling.

"Well done!" The audience burst into cheers. The situation was just as they expected. This was a duel with great disparity in strength.

"It will be over soon." Lancelot thought to himself, and he saw Eusebio walking towards him step by step.

The boy didn't have much fear. After all, he was only temporarily attached to Mokre's body. After this guy died, everything would naturally return to normal.

"Hoo, ho, ho." Mokley gasped for air. He almost exhausted all his energy to block the blow just now, and now he didn't even have the strength to escape.

Mokre's sallow face was stained with a mixture of sweat and dust. He also had a premonition that death was coming, but he involuntarily stepped back out of instinct.

"Drink!" Eusebio roared and waved the giant sword in his hand. This time, the blade hit Mokre's neck accurately.

The sharp sword blade silently sliced ​​through the sallow skin, only to encounter a trace of resistance when it hit the bone. This could not prevent the body from being dismembered.

As the audience shouted almost wildly, Mokre's head flew out, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

The bright red blood splashed on the ground covered with yellow sand, like a crimson flower.

Lancelot only felt that the whole world was spinning, and Mocre did not close his eyes at the moment of death.

The second son from the Angus family had read books all his life, but was thrown into the Blackthorn Arena due to family disputes. Before he could scream in five languages, he left this world forever.

"Poof!" Mochley's head rolled several times on the sand and finally stopped. Lancelot's vision also turned dark, and his consciousness began to blur.

(End of chapter)