I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 232 The Artifact Reappears

Bolton clenched his fists and forced the fighting energy in his body to gather on the injured right abdomen to prevent further deterioration of the wound.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows and saw Bolton standing up with difficulty, his huge body trembling from the severe pain.

"Does this guy not want his life?!"

Bolton did not give Lancelot time to breathe. He charged at the enemy with his hill-like figure, raised his giant hammer and smashed it down on the boy's head.

"Damn it!" Lancelot cursed secretly. His hands had just regained consciousness. In this state, it was impossible to block Bolton's attack.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The audience on the stage saw this scene and shouted excitedly. The two of them had been chatting for so long and finally started to get serious.

The next second, there was a crisp sound in the arena, and the entire arena suddenly became quiet.

Surprisingly, Lancelot was not repelled by the angry Bolton this time, and he withstood the blow!

"You, you actually know how to fight?!"

Bolton's eyes widened, looking at the silver aura that was continuously spurting out from Lancelot's body, and asked in an unbelievable tone.

"drink!"

Lancelot used both hands to swing the giant hammer away with his spear, and then stabbed Bolton in the chest like a poisonous snake!

"Poof!" This time the tip of the spear was not deflected, and with the blessing of silver battle energy, it easily pierced the black heavy armor.

Fortunately, Bolton turned sideways in time, and the shot only caused a slight scratch on him.

"Damn, that guy Leo actually lied to me!"

Burton spat hard on the ground, then turned to look at the audience stage.

The red-robed mage sat in the center of the blue tent, with a trace of surprise in his eyes. Apparently he didn't know when Lancelot had mastered the fighting spirit.

Substantiating the fighting power within the body is something that only high-level warriors can do. This is very different from Harvey's previous assessment of Lancelot.

The black-robed mage at the back was ashen-faced. He was in the same mood as Bolton on the field at the moment. Leo, who was responsible for collecting and processing intelligence, didn't even tell them that Lancelot could use battle energy!

Caesar held the seat tightly with his right hand, and the handle made of fine mahogany had become twisted. If Bolton lost to Lancelot, there was no doubt that his plan would face a huge crisis.

Caesar originally thought that he was determined to win this trip to the Black Thorn, but unexpectedly, a guy named Lancelot appeared on the way and completely disrupted his plan.

Somewhere on the audience stage, Leo was also watching everything that happened in the arena. He was astonished by the silver fighting spirit exuding from Lancelot.

"Who is this Lancelot who can actually master the three powers of spiritual power, magic and fighting spirit at the same time?" Leo thought of this, and his eyes became extremely cold.

With the blessing of silver fighting energy, Lancelot's speed and strength have been significantly improved, and he gradually gained the upper hand in the battle.

"Hoo, ho, ho." Bolton was panting like an ox under Lancelot's stormy attack, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

The black heavy armor on his body not only failed to protect him, but also slowed down his speed.

Lancelot kept waving the spear in his hand, not giving his opponent any chance to breathe. The time to release his fighting spirit was limited, and he had to fight quickly.

"clang!"

"Bang!"

The giant hammer and the spear collided suddenly, and smoke and dust filled the area around the two of them.

After a few seconds, the smoke cleared, and Lancelot saw dark green aura starting to spurt out from around Bolton.

"It turns out that this guy waited until now to use his fighting spirit!" Lancelot shouted that something was wrong, and quickly jumped back to distance himself.

In this way, the situation between the two of them has returned to the original starting point, and since Bolton's own strength is far superior to Lancelot, the various bonuses brought by fighting spirit are naturally more terrifying!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

There was another series of metallic neighing sounds, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Lancelot was at an absolute disadvantage, and the silver fighting spirit on his body had also become much duller.

"puff!"

Finally, Lancelot was unable to resist Bolton's powerful attack, and was accidentally hit in the chest by the giant hammer.

The silver armor instantly dented a large piece, and the boy flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, landing heavily on the sand more than ten meters away.

"Well" at this moment, Lancelot felt extremely depressed in his chest, as if he had broken his ribs. He struggled to get up, but the severe pain that spread throughout his body made him incapacitated.

"How about it, Lancelot, it's hard to feel this time."

Bolton walked up to Lancelot and looked down at the boy's painful expression. His tone was full of disdain: "Although I don't know how you learned fighting spirit, your strength is not even mid-level.

I will let you die a happy death."

"Huh~!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark blue giant hammer hit Lancelot's face, and the next second a scene of brains splattering appeared.

Seeing the giant hammer expanding in his sight, at this critical moment of life and death, Lancelot no longer cared about the rules of the arena, and recited the space magic spell as quickly as possible.

"er!"

As a white light flashed, the dark blue giant hammer did not smash Lancelot's head, but hit the black thorn gun that Lancelot took out from another space!

The surface of the two-meter-long war gun exuded a cool silver light, which looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

"clang!"

Bolton's right hand holding the giant hammer felt an indescribably powerful recoil, which actually caused the 120 kilogram berserker to retreat continuously.

"hiss"

More than 50,000 spectators in the stands gasped in unison. Their focus should have been on Lancelot's unauthorized use of magic in violation of the rules of the arena, but everyone's eyes were focused on the handle in the boy's hand.

On top of the silver war gun.

"It's the Blackthorn Spear!"

"Why is it in the hands of this guy???"

"I never imagined that I would be able to see the legendary dragon-slaying artifact in my lifetime."

The audience immediately exploded. Some people were amazed, some were jealous, and some even knelt down and recited prayers devoutly to Lancelot in the center of the arena.

Even the distinguished guests under the blue tent could not sit still. These noble gentlemen, who were usually calm and unfazed, had shocked expressions on their faces at this moment.

This is the artifact that killed giant dragons in ancient times - the Black Thorn Spear!

What shocked them even more was that Lancelot was actually the owner of this legendary weapon!

"Sir Harvey, that guy Lancelot actually holds the Black Thorn Spear!"

"Yes, hasn't the Black Thorn Spear been lost for hundreds of years?"

"Lord Harvey, is this true?!"

(End of chapter)