Mythical Card Master: Start with the Knight

"Ahem..."

The Troll King Jiawen climbed up from the ruins, with a bit of ridicule in his expression.

"Is the power of darkness easy to use?"

"Killing you is enough."

Chu Ming ignored the sarcasm in his tone, his breath sank, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and his right arm with black scales as dazzling as obsidian came out with hurricane force and pressure.

boom!

The violent cyclone broke through the clouds and cracked the stone, rushing towards Jarvan, and the gravel slapped against him.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and a violent aura rose from his body. He actually stood upright and resisted the punch.

"I am Jarvan, King of Trolls!"

The monster roared loudly, endless pressure burst out, and the strong wind directly eliminated the invisible force.

The man hunched his huge body, stepped out with one step, and was within a stone's throw of a hundred meters away. He clasped his fists together and smashed towards Chu Ming.

At the critical moment, the black snake's sense activated again, and he shifted his body to avoid the vital point.

There was a dull sound of bones breaking, and Chu Ming flew backwards, with several ribs broken.

"puff!"

Then, the bone stubble penetrated into the lungs, the alveoli ruptured, and a large amount of blood poured into the trachea. He couldn't help vomiting blood and started coughing.

Before he could calm down, Jiawen strode closer, grabbed the black-scaled snake's tail, and threw him hard against a palace pillar not far away.

The pillar broke on the spot, and with a loud roar, huge rocks fell and hit Chu Ming.

Dust rose and Chu Ming was buried in it.

"Andrew, when it comes to strength, you are no match for me."

Jiawen stared at the ruins and slowly approached.

"I know……"

A weak voice sounded from the ruins. Chu Ming lifted the pillar of the statue, revealing a body covered in scars and covered with black blood.

He endured the pain and inserted his hand into the flesh and blood of his chest, pushing the broken bones back into place.

Muscles squirmed, bones were immobilized, and blood flow stopped in wounds.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Jiawen.

"Jiawen, compared to yours, my power is indeed too immature."

"But you seem to have been a monster for so long that you forgot that in addition to your own strength, a knight's weapons are also very important."

After saying that, Chu Ming pulled out the hunter's sword that was lost just now from the ruins.

The moment his hand grasped the sword again, the remaining blood mist on the red sword climbed up his body.

The hunting frenzy is triggered, and the blood mist turns into power!

The aura in his body continued to rise, and his aura instantly overwhelmed the troll king Jiawen opposite him.

The next second, Chu Ming crashed into Jiawen quickly, a red light flashed, and one of Jiawen's arms flew out.

"ah!!"

Pain like gangrene wrapped around Jiawen's nerves, and the expression on his face became more and more crazy.

Before he could resist, the next second, the long sword struck through the air, and his huge body was directly smashed into the stone slab.

Bang bang bang!

Under the horrified gaze of the remaining nobles who had no time to escape, the troll king was unable to resist and was pinned down by Chu Ming and beaten wildly!

After beating him for several minutes, Chu Ming's chest heaved violently, breathing heavily, and raised his exhausted arms.

"Andrew..."

Jiawen lay bloody and bloody in the pit. The violence in his eyes gradually dissipated. He coughed a few times and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"The trend is unstoppable. Only by walking with darkness can mankind usher in the final salvation."

"If I die today, I will become the next troll king."

"If it's not you, it will be someone else."

Chu Ming lowered his head to look at Jiawen, trying hard to control the violence surging in his heart, and said in a calm tone: "Then please die first."

Invisible pressure fell along with the strong wind, and Jiawen roared feebly, unable to move.

"The world will eventually be dark, Andrew, time will prove you wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the troll's body exploded, scattering blood mist, dyeing everyone present blood red.

"Ahhh!!"

The nobles screamed, their bodies trembling, and their eyes full of fear.

The scene of Jiawen being crushed alive lingered in their minds like a nightmare, and their fear of Chu Ming had reached its extreme.

Some people even fell to their knees with their legs weak, shouting names like the King of Trolls, Lord Andrew, and crawled towards him.

"Noisy."

Red light flashed across, the head fell to the ground, and Chu Ming's eyes were filled with coldness.

"Master Andrew, let me go! Let me go!"

The troll nobles looked crazy. Faced with the impending death, they no longer took any chances and ran away dragging their broken bodies.

Chu Ming looked indifferent and turned a deaf ear. The blood vessels on his body as tall as a giant tower squirmed, and his thick legs were slightly bent, bursting out with amazing power.

The next second, the stone slab under his feet cracked, and he rushed out. Everything in his path was shattered, and dozens of nobles were crushed into minced flesh under his feet.

The screams gradually subsided, and Chu Ming stopped.

"Huhu..."

Heavy breathing sounded, and he stood there for a while, dragging his heavy body towards the only living person in the Bloody Palace.

"Andrew, how's it going..."

Just as Monroe was about to step forward to help him, the man suddenly raised his head.

In a daze, Monroe saw Chu Ming's crazy and terrifying eyes. Before he could react, a violent rage rushed straight to his head.

The old man immediately froze on the spot, with cold sweat breaking out behind him.

"Dean Monroe, I'm sorry, I scared you..." Chu Ming's voice was hoarse, and the blood in his eyes faded a little.

The old man shook his head and said, "As long as you're fine."

"Are my father and others safe?"

"Baron Harold is safe and sound, it's just Lawrence..."

Monroe was silent for a moment, then raised his hand slightly, and a black light spun and transformed into a black crow.

"He's not in good condition. I'll take you to have a look."

When Chu Ming heard this, he froze on the spot and nodded heavily.

The black light lit up, and the two people appeared on the wall of the royal capital.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the thin dusk light spread on them, dyeing their entire bodies orange.

Chu Ming stretched out his hand to cover the glow and saw clearly Lawrence sitting in a wheelchair not far away and Harold and Ge Hai standing beside him.

"Master, are you okay?"

Ge Hai, who spotted Chu Ming on the side, waved to him.

After reporting safety to Ge Hai and the others, he walked behind Lawrence.

"Teacher Lawrence?"

The old man had a peaceful face and did not respond while lying in his wheelchair.

Monroe sighed, stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "The divine secret medicine destroyed his body, it's a miracle that he can still insist on returning to the capital."

"He once told me that you were his most proud student, but during that year in the royal capital, due to the deep-rooted troll aristocratic power, he tried hard not to involve you, and even did not hesitate to use harsh words. The language alienates you.”

"It's a pity that he still couldn't hold on until you came back."

"I couldn't put aside my dignity and say sorry to you."

Chu Ming's eyes drooped and he clenched his fists.

"Dean Monroe, take good care of my father and Ge Hai. I haven't finished my work yet."

Ge Hai asked anxiously: "Master, where are you going?"

Chu Ming looked back at him, jumped off the city wall, and left only one sentence.

"Kill all the trolls!"