I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 190 Kneel down

"But it is purer than magic, and more malleable than war energy." After Bloom said, his hands touched together, and the golden thread began to separate from his palms, constantly twisting and twisting, forming a ball of golden spherical liquid.

Lancelot did not speak, but stared intently at the golden ball in front of him, which reminded him of the scene where he took the mental strength test at the Wizarding Academy.

"This is the answer you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden aura condensed in Bloom's palm suddenly transformed into two golden daggers, which were exactly the same as the two inserted into the ground.

Lancelot was confused: "Huh?"

Bloom stood up, looked at Lancelot condescendingly, and said coldly: "Although I promised Mr. Harvey not to kill you, unfortunately, the price offered by the other guy is too high."

"Who is the other person?" Lancelot also stood up quickly, holding the spear beside him with his right hand.

Bloom's eyes instantly turned cold, he separated his hands and said slowly: "Dead people don't need to know this."

The two golden daggers began to spin rapidly, the blades pointed directly at Lancelot.

【not good!】

Lancelot secretly screamed something bad, and quickly turned to avoid the path of the dagger's attack. The spear in his hand was aimed at the high elf's thigh and stabbed out!

"clang!"

Just when the tip of the spear was about to come into contact with Bloom's body, the golden dagger hit the spear in Lancelot's hand hard, and it plunged to the ground under the impact of huge force, and Lancelot's whole body also disappeared.

Balanced.

The spectators outside the field suddenly became interested when they saw Lancelot fall to the ground, which meant that the battle could end at any time.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Although these guys are so hot that they are thirsty, the audience who watched Lancelot's last game have a very bad impression of the boy. Now this loser who can only run away is about to die in the hands of Bloom, which is undoubtedly a big deal.

Something worth celebrating.

Lancelot fell on his back on the ground. The sunlight made him almost unable to open his eyes. Another dagger had fallen rapidly. If he didn't avoid it, his throat would be cut in the next second.

"drink!"

Lancelot roared angrily and instantly released the spiritual power in his body. The two golden daggers were slowed down countless times in the air. Lancelot took the opportunity to roll aside and quickly distanced himself from the high elf.

"Huh!" Lancelot gasped. He had just released a huge amount of mental energy, and he felt that the scene in front of him became a little dazed.

A trace of surprise flashed in Bloom's eyes. Lancelot's mental power was stronger than he expected. In those two seconds, not only was the speed of the dagger extremely slowed down, but even his own body seemed to be sinking deeply.

It's like a swamp and cannot move.

"Lancelot, if you didn't choose to run away when you released your mental power, but took the initiative to attack, I would be the one who fell." Bloom concentrated the two daggers in his left hand and said regretfully to the boy: "

It's a pity that you have no chance to get close to me now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bloom's right hand condensed golden aura at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming two new daggers in the next second.

Four! Are you kidding me?

Lancelot watched in despair as four golden daggers flew towards him. At this moment, he had very little mental power left. Once exhausted, he would have no choice but to wait for death.

"Ah!" Lancelot braced himself, holding a spear in his hand and swiping at the golden dagger.

"Dang! Dang!" With two crisp sounds, Lancelot successfully swept away two daggers. When the other two were about to fly in front of him, Lancelot released his mental power and successfully avoided them.

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"Hoo, ho, ho." Lancelot climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his desperate eyes showing that his mental power was exhausted.

Bloom changed from his previous indifference, and new daggers quickly began to form in his hand, and soon there were four other golden daggers speeding towards the direction of the boy!

"Damn it!"

Lancelot cursed secretly and had to roll to the left to try to avoid the attack. Unfortunately, Lancelot was stabbed in the right shoulder by a dagger.

Although the skin was only scratched, because the golden aura was extremely corrosive, he felt that his entire right arm began to burn.

The burnt white robe began to be stained red with blood. Lancelot was sweating profusely and gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain from his right shoulder.

Seeing that Lancelot was injured, Bloom showed a satisfied smile on his face. The golden aura condensed in his hand became faster and faster, without even noticing that the troll behind him had regained his ability to move.

"Clang! Clang!"

There was another sound of metal colliding. Lancelot was lucky this time and blocked three of them, but the fourth dagger stabbed hard into the boy's thigh.

"Poof!" Lancelot made a decisive decision and quickly reached out and pulled out the golden dagger!

In the process of pulling out the dagger, a sizzling sound came from the palm of his left hand, and Lancelot felt as if he was holding a piece of live coal.

Lancelot quickly threw the bloody dagger to the ground, and disappeared from sight two seconds later. At this time, the slow healing blessed by Lancelot took effect. Although the thigh was seriously injured, only a small amount of blood flowed out.

"wait wait wait!"

Lancelot waved the spear in his hand and shouted loudly towards Bloom in the distance.

The high elf showed a disdainful smile on his face, stopped attacking and said: "Lancelot, your last words should have been finished, right?"

Lancelot's eyes focused on the troll behind Bloom. He noticed that all the wounds on Gurlitt's body had healed, apparently waiting for the right time.

"Lord Bloom, as long as you spare my life, you can do whatever you want!"

I saw Lancelot kneeling on the ground with a plop in front of everyone, and even threw the spear in his hand a few meters away from him.

More than 50,000 spectators looked at each other in shock. When they saw Lancelot kneeling down and begging for mercy, their emotions suddenly became extremely angry.

"The Blackthorn Gladiator has been completely disgraced by you!"

"If you're afraid of death, go home and drink milk!"

"Damn, this bastard is such a spoiler, kill him!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

For a time, the audience on the stage repeated this sentence in unison, and the noble man under the blue tent was also speechless about this.

They looked at Lancelot kneeling on the ground in the middle of the arena, wondering when the Blackthorn Gladiator had become so useless.

The red-robed mage stared at Lancelot intently. He could see that the boy's physical and mental strength had been exhausted. Although the high elf on the other side had consumed a lot, it was still more than enough to deal with Lancelot, who had surrendered his weapons and begged for mercy.

【What on earth does this guy... want to do? 】

Harvey thought to himself, turned his gaze to the troll behind Bloom, and instantly understood what Lancelot was thinking.

(End of chapter)