I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 192 A fatal blow!

"Lancelot, do you have anything else to say?" Gullit's extremely deep voice sounded in the arena.

[Damn it, these people must be sick, why are they always asking the same questions? 】

Lancelot was full of surprise: "You can speak?!"

The audience on the stage was also shocked, and this manic troll kept refreshing their knowledge.

"Please answer."

Gurlitt crossed his arms, staring at Lancelot's messy silver-white hair with his dark green pupils, and thick yellow snot flowed from his garlic-like nostrils.

"There's nothing to say, let's do it." Lancelot's tone was very calm.

The troll looked at Lancelot's calm way of dying, which made him feel very unhappy.

Gurlit enjoys the pleasure of inflicting fear on his enemies. The harder the enemies cry, the more excited he becomes.

The boy's reaction obviously angered the troll. He bent down and slammed his two huge fists on the ground!

"Bang!"

Suddenly smoke and dust flew everywhere, and Lancelot was trembling all over, but he still gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

"Lancelot, do you know why they can't kill me?"

Lancelot was fascinated by the smoke and dust in the sky and did not answer the other party's question.

"Because they didn't target my heart. As long as the heart is still there, I won't die." Gullit laughed crazily after saying that.

Is this guy crazy?

Lancelot squinted his eyes and thought, Gurlitt actually told him his fatal weakness.

"Lancelot, you are smart, but not smart enough."

Gullit continued to talk to himself while slamming his fist on the ground to show his strength.

"Bang! Bang!"

The boy felt his whole body shaking as the fist fell, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He suspected that he would be scared to death.

The audience on the stage was also confused. Gullit could have slapped Lancelot to death, but he was lying on top of the boy and didn't know what he was doing.

The rising smoke obscured everyone's sight, and spread more and more as Gullit beat him.

"Answer me quickly, are you mute, you little bitch?"

The troll roared at Lancelot beneath him, and the foul-smelling saliva dripped on the boy's face, making him almost spit it out.

"What on earth do you want me to say!"

Lancelot finally couldn't bear it anymore. It would be more torture than killing him to continue like this.

"Haha, it seems you are still not smart enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, another drool dropped on Lancelot's face.

Seeing Lancelot's painful expression, the troll opened his mouth and laughed wildly. He lowered his voice and said: "That idiot Harvey, do you really think I will give him face? A little bitch like you, if you don't rely on Harvey

Because of the relationship, it is impossible to enter the finals."

"How do you know about my relationship with Sir Harvey?" Lancelot was stunned for a second after hearing this, and asked in surprise: "And this has nothing to do with you. I have no interest in communicating with a monster."

"Wow!" Lancelot's words clearly angered Gullit, and the troll punched the ground twice more.

Lancelot turned his head to the side, not wanting to continue seeing Gullit's ugly face. The next second his eyes fell on the spear two meters away.

A glint flashed in the boy's eyes. The troll had said before that his weak point was his heart. If he got a spear and used his mental power to slow down Gullit's movements, he could pierce the opponent's heart with one shot!

"Look, Kelvin is resurrected!"

Lancelot suddenly pointed to the left and shouted, trying to attract the other party's attention.

But poor acting has no effect.

"Really?" Gullit had a ferocious smile on his face, his eyes never leaving Lancelot: "You little bitch, you want to take the opportunity to kill me with a spear, right?"

Lancelot's face suddenly turned pale. Unexpectedly, this guy had already seen through his mind. He watched in despair as Gullit took the spear beside him in his hand.

"Crack!"

The spear was immediately broken into two pieces and then thrown ten meters away by the troll.

"I know your little tricks. When Kelvin, Paixi, and you bitch attacked me just now, you used your mental power, right?"

"Even you know about spiritual power?"

"Of course, before the start of this game, I studied all of your information."

"Our information? Who gave it to you?"

"Oh? Now that I don't have the spear, are you willing to talk to me?" Gullit blew his flat garlic nose and sucked the yellow snot back into his nostrils.

Lancelot looked at the gloomy expression on the other person's face and didn't know what to say. Now he was the fish on the chopping board and was slaughtered by him.

"Lancelot, you are such a boring bitch."

Gullit muttered to himself, his eyes full of sternness, and he obviously had murderous intentions.

"Farewell."

The troll raised its head and opened its bloody mouth.

Lancelot's eyes widened and he could clearly see the remains of Bloom's skull between the burnt teeth.

Gullit held his hands on the ground, and his huge head moved closer to Lancelot inch by inch. There was no doubt that this guy wanted to repeat the same trick and eat Lancelot's head into his stomach.

Under the blue tent, the red-robed mage looked through the dust, his eyes full of disappointment, and he had obviously anticipated Lancelot's fate.

[Another one dies, when will it take to find a suitable candidate? 】

Harvey felt a little regretful and tired at the moment.

Although it was expected that Lancelot would not get far in this game, when the moment actually arrived, he still couldn't bear it.

This month was not long, and there were not many conversations between the red-robed mage and Lancelot. However, Lancelot's amazing talent in training cannot be ignored, and the boy's hard work is even more

It's amazing.

Twelve hours of spearmanship training during the day, studying magic until early in the morning at night, and getting up on time at 6:30 the next day. It was the same every day. Harvey could see that Lancelot was trying his best to improve his strength.

Unfortunately, more than a month is too short. Even if his talent is extraordinary, since Lancelot has no foundation in martial arts, it is very rare for him to reach the middle level of a junior warrior.

In previous years, the Black Thorns Competition was usually held in late autumn when the weather was more pleasant. This year due to some special reasons, it was moved forward by nearly two months, so Lancelot had far less time than the wizards before him.

apprentice.

In other words, it was quite difficult for Lancelot to reach this point, but in the face of absolute strength, any small thoughts are in vain.

Harvey could only slowly close his eyes, unwilling to witness the scene of Lancelot having his head bitten off by Gullit.

(End of chapter)