I seem to be an evil god

Liu Dao waved his hand and left. The professional who stayed behind spat, dismissing Liu Dao's big words.

‘No one is watching, just wait to be taken away! Not even a few gold coins, rubbish! ’

Liu Dao naturally didn't know what he was thinking, and even if he did, he would be dismissive. Anyone who occupies his camp should consider themselves unlucky.

Liu Dao walked around for a few times and quickly found the direction of the ring. There were loud explosions, fire and thunder, but Liu Dao didn't need to search carefully.

When Liu Dao arrived, there were two professionals competing in the ring. Although soldiers from the military camp were watching, both sides were ruthless.

Liu Dao looked at it twice and lost interest. Firstly, he couldn't understand it. Secondly, the strength level of both parties in the battle was not high. Liu Dao now has legends under his command, so how could he be interested in watching two elites fight.

"Friend, how do I sign up here?"

Liu Dao patted the shoulder of the person in front of him. The latter was looking nervously at the two sides fighting on the ring, with white marks on his palms.

"You dare to go up?"

The professional in front said something and immediately looked forward, ignoring Liu Dao.

"Why don't you dare?"

"Haha, disciple of Flame Dragon Great Swordsman Lancelot, are you going to die?"

Liu Dao looked towards the ring. There was indeed a warrior with a flaming sword on the scene. The person fighting him on the other side was a professional who used toxins. However, he hesitated between movements, and all kinds of poisonous insects under his control also withered. Damn it.

The professional in front of Liu Dao hammered his fist hard and muttered about unfairness, as if the professional on the stage was himself.

After that, the two sides exchanged more than ten moves on the ring. The professional who wielded the big sword opened and closed his movements widely, taking advantage of the small ring. The professional who was fighting him stretched out his arm several times, but then retracted it several times.

The bulge on his arm that stored poisonous insects was wiped out. Not to mention the professional himself, even Liu Dao felt uncomfortable for him.

He didn't dare to use his full strength in the ring battle, so it would be strange to win.

Sure enough, taking advantage of the opponent's opportunity to retract his arm again, the professional wielding the sword advanced and struck horizontally. The flames on the sword hit the latter's insect sac firmly, killing dozens of them stored in it instantly. Another professional covered his arm and retreated, looking at the green insect blood exposed on his fingertips, with a look of regret on his face.

"I surrender!"

With a cry, the professional jumped off the ring in a hurry and disappeared.

"Is there anyone who wants to challenge me, Modre? If not, just give me the Snake Prison, time waits for no one!"

On the ring, a young man named Modre shouted loudly with an arrogant look on his face, which made the other professionals angry.

Modre's teacher, Flame Dragon Swordsman Lancelot, was a domineering and defensive figure. He had a record of massacring a sect, just to vent his anger on his disciples.

Regarding this matter, the Demon Hunting Guild did not give an explanation, and the Black Crow Guard and the Church also pretended to be deaf and dumb. After that incident, no one dared to mess with Lancelot and his disciples in the Southern Territory of Violet. .

This time, the fight for the prison of the natural wonder Snake started out as a formal battle between professionals. Fighting for life and death depended on their own abilities. After Modre arrived, he directly announced his identity in a high-profile manner, leaving the professionals who were fighting him tied up and lightly Easily won eight battles.

Modre was originally stronger than ordinary professionals, and since his opponent did not dare to attack with all his strength, this battle was easily won.

In the crowd under the ring, there were already several elite professionals who couldn't stand it anymore. Behind these professionals were famous teachers, and they probably guessed Modre's plan.

Overpowering many professionals with a huge advantage will be of great benefit to Modre's mental state cultivation.

"Anyone else?"

Modre was still shouting loudly. Under the ring, several well-informed professionals looked at each other and were a little undecided. Is it worth offending Modre and Lancelot behind him for a natural wonder?

Bang!

Liu Dao separated the crowd and walked up to the ring on the steps made of spiritual energy. The spiritual steps hit the ground and smoke and dust flew everywhere. Liu Dao walked out of it with an astonishing energy.

"let's start."

Liu Dao was using his bare hands, but the psychic steps he had just created had revealed his identity as a mage. Now he was in a fighting posture, which made people laugh and cry.

"Where did this fool come from?"

"Why are you pretending to be a melee fighter when you already know he's a mage?"

"Maybe, maybe Modre can't see it."

"Don't be ridiculous, this is probably a ploy to help Modre."

Because of Liu Dao's stance, the professionals in the audience started talking a lot. Modre also frowned and whispered:

"Who sent you, get down quickly! I've got your message."

Modley looked like he was going to leave quickly so as not to be embarrassed, while Liu Dao looked helpless.

They are all a bunch of ignorant people. Who doesn't know that melee mages are the real strong ones, and only fake mages are afraid of melee.

Forget it, Liu Dao didn't do any ink, he raised his hand and released a subconscious killer. Modre felt a chill in his heart, and the next moment he saw a skeleton demon covered in strips of cloth in front of Liu Dao.

Skeleton Guards of the Dead Desert!

Modley looked horrified, how could such a monster appear here!

The Skeleton Guard is composed of yellow sand, and physical means are ineffective against it. Modre once fought with it. At that time, he lost all his brothers, and he was saved by the teacher who arrived last.

Since that time, although Modre's strength has continued to improve, the skeleton guard has always been a catastrophe that he cannot avoid.

In the sight of others, Liu Dao moved his finger, and Modre fearfully raised his sword and backed away, as if he had seen some monster.

This is a bit absurd, and it can't help but make people think that Modre is acting, making the "Toxen" more powerful to make the competition look reasonable.

"Hush!"

"Stop pretending, asshole!"

The professionals shouted, but the people at the front didn't think so. They looked at Liu Dao, and their expressions gradually became nervous.

A powerful illusionist, this is their judgment of Liu Dao.

The illusion method was mysterious and impossible to guard against. They couldn't help but put themselves into Modre's perspective and think about whether they could resist it.

"ah!"

On the ring, Modre suddenly screamed. His left arm armor fell off, revealing his atrophied left arm. The originally plump muscles seemed to have been deprived of all moisture, and the skin was pinched on the bones, shrinking three times.

'What did he do? ’

‘An illusion that affects reality? ''impossible! ’

Modre's injury cannot be faked. Regardless of whether he understands it or not, at least no one doubts Liu Dao's strength.

This is a ruthless man who has means and dares to take action.

Modre's left arm shrank into nothing but skin and bones. This injury will leave sequelae if you are not careful. Who dares to do something so cruel? Who knows who he is.

Liu Dao was wandering in the ring, not in a hurry to take action. The move of Subconscious Killer can condense the [Spirit Piercing] feature. The requirement is to drag the enemy into the subconscious for a period of time, and when he realizes the opponent's mental struggle, he will sacrifice to the spirit world and gain characteristic.

As for the length of time required and the strength of the sacrifice, it all depends on the talent of the professional. The better the talent, the lower the requirements.

Liu Dao has been pulling Modre's spirit into his subconscious for a long time, but the realization in the professional record has never appeared. The time is lengthening minute by second, and Liu Dao is sweating on his forehead.