My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Redbeard took half a step back and raised his sword to block. The huge force coming from the sword made his arm suddenly sink.

The force beyond expectation caused his body's center of gravity to move forward. Crown seized the opportunity, moved his body a small step to the left, retracted his sword and thrust out again.

It was too late for Redbeard to retreat, the sharp sword tip was already pressed against his neck, and the icy coldness stung the hairs on the back of his neck.

"Haha, Savas, change your arrogance!"

Outside the venue, another slightly thinner warrior mocked: "Why don't you let me spar with him?"

Hamfa's face was dull and he said angrily: "When a lion fights a rabbit, you need to use all your strength. You have learned to underestimate the enemy!"

Croun stepped back, and as the sword tip left, the red beard's face turned red and white.

"Come again", Savas took the initiative to attack, and the offensive was like a torrential river, continuous.

The Crusader warriors possess physical qualities that exceed the limits of ordinary people. After a series of attacks, Crown could only deal with them. Many wounds were quickly added to his body.

The pain stimulated Krone's nerves, and he became more focused.

Ten minutes later, Hamfa said to the priest next to him: "Your attendant's swordsmanship is so good. I feel that he is constantly improving in battle."

I won't tell you that after a few days of training, his swordsmanship surpassed mine. Nick nodded: "This is what I admire most about him. The greater the pressure from the outside world, the more resilient he is. Look, his performance will definitely be better." It will surprise you.”

Another twenty minutes passed, Savas's movements slowed down, and Crown had more and more opportunities to counterattack.

Attacking consumes more energy than defending, especially if you can't attack for a long time.

His advantage is that he has explosive power, but his endurance is relatively lacking.

The opponent was slippery and did not hold back, and did not confront him head-on. His speed was not enough to crush him, and he could not catch up. When the battle entered a war of attrition, I actually felt a little powerless.

Nick saw this situation and said to his old friend: "It seems that the pressure from Savas is not strong enough."

Hamfa sneered: "This guy's endurance is not as good as that of a servant who has not yet advanced to extraordinary level. I didn't expect that. Marshall, come on."

The thin warrior responded and shouted: "Savas, I will take your place!"

When the sound landed, he had already raised his sword and jumped into the battle circle.

"No need." Redbeard's face became even more rosy. After all, he made no move and walked to the two priests dejectedly.

"Watch carefully." Hamfa glared at him fiercely: "Your swordsmanship is not better than the opponent's. There is a reason why you can't attack with force."

Crown felt that his pressure suddenly increased a lot. After consuming a lot of physical energy, fighting as a vigorous warrior was a huge test for him.

The opponent has sufficient physical strength and poses a great threat to him.

Marshall waved his sword and kept shouting: "Boy, speed up! Are you waiting to die if you are so slow?"

The skinny warrior was faster than Redbeard, suppressing his opponent in all directions.

Crown's breathing became heavier and heavier, his throat felt like a boiling pot, and blood soaked into his white clothes in places not covered by his half-armor.

Slowly, he forgot why he was fighting, and all he could see was the figure of the thin warrior and the shadow of the sword in his hand.

Outside the field, Nick looked solemn and said to himself: "That's not right. With this intensity of fighting, the seeds of life should have sprouted long ago. Why hasn't he succeeded yet?"

He said that a breakthrough can only be achieved in a deadly battle, but that is an old story.

After continuous improvement, the church has developed a new potion that induces the germination of life seeds, and the success rate has been greatly improved.

The priest suddenly turned his head: "Hamfa, did you bring the wrong medicine? Why haven't you succeeded yet?"

The fair priest curled his lips: "Old friend, you are so concerned that you are confused. Why the seed of life has not bloomed yet can only explain one problem. It has not yet reached the limit of a servant! You are really lucky to meet such a talented servant. . His endurance is surprisingly good, and his strength and speed are not weak. If he is successfully promoted, dealing with ordinary monsters will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables."

Marshall was also a little anxious because his opponent had resisted his attack for so long.

If he continues to consume it, his face will lose its luster.

With this thought in mind, his attack became more intense.

Crown felt that every movement he made was laborious, and his legs would tremble every time the two swords struck each other.

The burning sensation all over his body became more intense, and his energy was exhausted.

Marshall observed his opponent's reaction and knew that his opponent had reached his limit. He exerted force on his feet and stepped forward, much faster than before.

Crown subconsciously retreated and raised his sword to block, but he didn't expect that this was just a feint from the enemy.

The thin warrior changed his moves, and the tip of the sword swept towards his neck.

‘If you can’t hide, half of your neck will be gone’

Looking at the ever-expanding sword tip in his eyes, Kroun raised his sword in a hurry.

‘Quick, quick’, warning signs came in my mind, but my body couldn’t keep up with my thoughts.

The tip of the sword is getting closer.

When the chill approached his neck, a sudden warmth surged out of his abdomen and reached his limbs in an instant, and his whole body was filled with strength again.

Air currents shot out from the pores on his body, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly increased, catching the tip of the sword that was sweeping over him.

The tip of the sword scratched across his neck, leaving a half-finger-deep wound.

Crown was about to fight back when Nick's delighted voice came: "Okay, that's it."

He only felt his eyes flash, and the priest had come to his side.

Nick patted him on the shoulder, with a smile in his eyes, and kept nodding: "Okay, good job. You have been promoted to extraordinary."

"That's it?"

Crown was stunned: "I don't feel any different?"

Nick smiled mysteriously: "You will feel the difference soon."

As soon as the priest finished speaking, Crown felt that his blood seemed to be boiling. The feeling was much hotter than when he drank the potion.

He saw veins on his face reflected by the sharp sword, and his face turned red. His body lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he felt a strong sense of hunger, which made him have the urge to eat a sheep alive.

He was familiar with this situation.

This feeling of hunger will always occur after meditating on the Golden Light Mantra, but this time it is much stronger.

"Hungry", Croun's voice was hoarse and low, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to eat.

"Hurry to the restaurant, it has been prepared for you."

Before the priest finished speaking, Crown had already rushed far away like an arrow from the string.

He came to the restaurant and saw roast suckling pig, large pieces of cheese, large portions of white bread, and a plate of kebabs on the table.

He grabbed the roasted suckling pig and bit it hard on its nose.

Nick walked over with a cheerful face at this time: "Eat slowly. After eating, you can learn the breathing method of the Crusaders. Extraordinary is just the beginning."