I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 230 Amazing Strength

At this time, Boru's eyes lit up while he was sitting in the audience, and a pleased smile appeared on his lips. He saw Lancelot use the advanced move [Dragon Spreads Wings].

Lancelot prepares to take him by surprise and defeat Burton, who is far more powerful than him.

Bolton saw the silver spear tip coming to his head in an instant, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. It seemed that he had underestimated Lancelot's strength.

"clang!"

There was a sound of steel clashing in the arena. Just as the spear was about to cut open Bolton's head, the huge warhammer hit the tip of the spear hard. Under the action of the indescribable huge recoil, Lancelot's whole body turned to the right.

It flew sideways!

After landing, Lancelot quickly rolled over, taking off the force of the impact while keeping a certain distance from Bolton.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

Lancelot stood up from the ground, frowning and staring at Bolton not far away. The opponent's power was completely crushing him!

A familiar feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in the boy's heart. Even when facing high elves and trolls, Lancelot had never felt this way before.

The last time someone made him feel this way was what happened after he possessed Mokre when he first came to Blackthorn.

You know, the opponent at that time was Eusebio, a fighting genius who had won the Black Thorn Tournament three times in a row.

"How does this work?"

Lancelot spat on the ground and suddenly felt his throat was extremely dry. It was definitely not due to loss of water. Harvey once said that his level was between a junior warrior and an intermediate warrior.

Out of curiosity, Lancelot once asked Boru about his combat prowess. Harvey just smiled and said, "That guy Boru can easily kill ten mid-level warriors by himself."

This answer shocked Lancelot, and he continued to ask: "What about Eusebio?"

"Do you think the combat genius who has won three consecutive Black Thorns Championships will be inferior to Boru?"

Big beads of sweat slid down his cheeks. Lancelot stretched out his left hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

[Boton’s strength is at the same level as Eusebio’s, how can he win? 】

"Lancelot, I didn't expect you to use such an obscene method as a sneak attack. I'm really disappointed." Bolton put the giant hammer on his shoulder and said in a sinister tone as he slowly walked towards the boy.

【run?】

Lancelot immediately gave up the idea. Bolton was not as simple and easy to deceive as the night elves, and his strength was infinitely stronger than Rila's.

The boy's eyes were fixed on the huge dark cyan warhammer in the opponent's hand, and then he looked down at his own spear, which was as ridiculous as a toy.

Lancelot's mind was rapidly thinking of various ways to deal with Bolton, and no mistakes were allowed in this situation.

"Fatal Ignore" can only take effect once. Once triggered in battle, it means death is not far away.

While Lancelot was thinking hard, Bolton was less than five meters away from him, and the dark heavy armor on the berserker reflected a cold light in the sun.

【I had no choice but to bite the bullet.】

"ah!"

Lancelot shouted, and the loess beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and he rushed out like an arrow from a string!

The spear in the boy's hand cut through the air and stabbed straight into Bolton's broad chest.

"clang!"

There was another crisp sound, and what shocked Lancelot was that Bolton did not raise his giant hammer to block this time, but let the spear drive straight in.

However, when the tip of the spear hit the surface of the heavy armor, it immediately changed direction, leaving only a shallow scratch.

"Lancelot, do you only have this much strength?"

Bolton took the time to weigh the giant hammer in his hand, not hiding his disdain for Lancelot at all.

Seeing that the attack had no effect, Lancelot quickly ran a few steps to distance himself.

"What on earth is this guy's armor made of? It can't be pierced at all?" Lancelot muttered to himself, then looked down at the spear in his hand and found that there was an obvious crack in the tip of the spear.

The boy focused his attention on Bolton's heavy armor. Blue magic ripples flowed on the surface of the black armor, and a blood-red lens was embedded in the center of the chest.

The weapons used by Lancelot were only ordinary spears, and the armor was only steel armor with relatively sophisticated craftsmanship. Equipment produced on the assembly line could not have enchantments or inlays.

"Boton, if you have the ability, take off that ugly armor on your body and fight me!"

Lancelot pointed his spear forward, wanting to buy himself more time.

"Hahaha, do you think I'm a fool?"

Bolton couldn't help laughing after hearing Lancelot's words, and walked slowly towards the boy.

"Damn, what on earth are these two guys doing?"

"Is that Berserker named Bolton here to compete or just taking a walk?"

"Don't worry, Lancelot will be killed soon."

The audience on the stage had stopped roaring. They could not understand what was going on in the arena. They were just expressing their dissatisfaction to each other. They seemed to be tired of shouting.

It seems that whenever Lancelot participates in a game, the whole game process will become very strange.

"Lancelot, before I kill you, I have a few questions." Burton stopped less than three meters away from Lancelot and did not attack the boy.

"If you fart, hurry up."

Lancelot wished he could chat with Bolton for a while longer, so that he would have enough time to figure out a way to defeat his opponent.

"Lancelot, where did you come from?" Bolton showed a curious expression and continued: "Leo and I discovered that you were included in the list of Blackthorn Gladiators a month ago, and in the list

There is no record of your background."

"So, who are you?"

Lancelot looked embarrassed when he heard this. He thrust his spear into the ground and held his chin with his left hand as he thought about the answer to the question.

[This guy's whole body is covered in heavy armor, and there is no way to strike. It is obviously very difficult to accurately stab the weakly defended joints. 】

"Let me guess, you are from the north, right? I heard that there are many pale-skinned guys like you in Northernland." Bolton also threw the giant hammer in his hand to the ground and spoke about the boy's life experience.

guess.

[There is no protection on the face, but this guy can easily avoid it.] Lancelot thought of this, frowned and shook his head.

"Isn't it?" Bolton licked his lips and said in an uncertain tone: "I see that you like to wear white clothes. Are you an assassin from the Brotherhood?!"

[This guy has bare feet. Maybe I can use my mental power to delay time, then poke two bloody holes, and then cut off this guy’s head. 】

(End of chapter)