Quadruple split

Game time PM16:27

Tianzhu Mountain Arena, Level 4 Arena

"Immaculate, impeccable suppression! War Bear Garcia has established his absolute advantage and is using his powerful skills to suppress his opponents!"

A half-orc man with a striking cockscomb head flew elegantly through the air, with golden robes flying behind him. Around the oval venue, countless enthusiastic spectators were cheering, desperately squeezing their palms and vocal cords for the two following people. The players cheered, but it was obvious that the dwarf warlock, who almost waved his staff into an afterimage, could no longer keep up with the rhythm.

The chaotic rain of arrows falling from the sky was blown away by the surging energy. The tall and majestic Hellfire was crushed by a foot before it could even get up. The demon guard lurking in the space had his face grabbed from the crack as soon as half of his head was exposed. The tall brown-haired man moved forward steadily, efficiently clearing all obstacles between himself and his goal!

"Unstoppable! War Bear Garcia is unstoppable! Although those beings born in the dark plane are cunning and weird, they are completely unable to buy even half a second for their master! Close, close again! Cheers, for the War Bear Cheers! This is Noyce Warsaw, your favorite commentator,"

Noyce, who was hovering in the air, raised his arms and shouted exaggeratedly, while the audience below also burst into a burst of cheers that was very embarrassing, almost overturning the ceiling of the entire arena.

And the dwarf warlock who had lost all room for maneuver and was forced into the corner of the field gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He threw away his cane and suddenly took out a dagger and cut open his left arm, spilling a large amount of bright red liquid. Blood!

"Oh! Our Hell Lord, Wilford, did something amazing. He gave up his weapon, slit his arm with a sterling silver dagger, and got the first drop of blood in this battle! By the way, the nickname "Lord of Hell" was not the original intention of contestant Wilford, but the nickname that this gentleman with naming difficulties randomly received when he signed up. Please don't think that he is a proud and complacent person~"

Noyce grinned, turned around in mid-air gracefully, pointed one hand at the 'Lord of Hell' Wilford, and held his microphone tightly with the other hand, analyzing in a clear and loud voice. : "If I'm not wrong, yes, you all know that I can't be wrong. Player Wilford is trying to launch some kind of forced summoning ritual with unstable effects. This is a kind of force that was experienced two hundred years ago. The lowest threshold for using the forbidden summoning technique that has passed through the inheritance gap is half-step legend. However, precisely because of the previous inheritance gap, the version that has been passed down to our current era has greatly reduced the requirements for the caster, but correspondingly , but the risk aspect has also been improved by more than one level!"

"So much nonsense..."

Wilford raised his head and glared at Noyce in the air with dissatisfaction, then threw away the ceremonial dagger, raised his bloody left arm and sketched it in the air, and suddenly, there were streaks of scarlet red. The lines were solidified in the air, and a huge black vortex appeared between the dwarf warlock and the approaching opponent not far away. A thick and powerful arm with dark purple patterns on its skin slowly emerged from inside. Slowly poke out.

"Successful! Player Wilford successfully completed the summons at a very low cost in a desperate situation. Yes, the blood just now is considered a very low price."

While flying around the field at high speed, Noyce said loudly in his clear and highly inciting tone: "Judging from the energy escaping from the dimensional rift, player Wilford has completed An extremely wonderful cross-level summoning, yes, an impeccable ceremony, a ceremony worthy of his name as the Lord of Hell! We have enough reasons to believe that the existence that is about to come to this world is very powerful! At least for us It’s very powerful in the fourth-level arena, so now, the pressure is on War Bear Garcia!”

"He actually tried to control the power that he couldn't control..."

The brown-haired man with a bare, burly and muscular upper body, nearly 210 centimeters above sea level, paused, moved his wrist slightly, and grinned amidst the sound of 'click, click, click': "Fortunately, it's here." It’s not a real battlefield, otherwise you would have been killed by your teammates the moment you chose to do this.”

Immediately afterwards, after whispering these words that the other party could not hear at all, Garcia's eyes suddenly focused. Although there was no significant change in appearance, the aura of his whole person suddenly became dangerous, very dangerous. To describe it, he looked like a beast king taking a nap in the sun just now, but now...

The wild hunter, aroused by the smell of blood, has opened its eyes.

"Appeared! Only top mercenaries who have experienced hundreds of battles and survived countless Shura fields... Well, I'm not talking about the kind of Shura fields that mess with men and women's relationships. In short, top mercenaries who have survived countless Shura fields can master it. The aura can double one's combat power and turn oneself into a 'war-mad stance' of killing weapons!"

Noyes turned somersaults on the spot excitedly and screamed: "The background is a mystery. Garcia, who was born in the Savage Highlands, did not flinch. On the contrary, he showed formidable strength and fighting spirit. As a player in the past five years, For the first time, he has penetrated the fourth-level arena with a record of victory in 100 battles and is currently ranked first. Can he continue to maintain his undefeated record!?"

"Stop dreaming--"

Wilford, who was all hair and beard, let out a scream. After using blood to outline the last stroke, and completely completing the summoning ceremony, he roared loudly: "Witness it! Witness the powerful power of Wilford Rachel." Go ahead! Follow my orders, devil!"

The next moment, the black vortex collapsed, and a figure shrouded in darkness appeared in front of Garcia. It was a humanoid creature nearly seven meters tall, with dark purple lines on its body. It had a pair of evil energy surges. The green pupils are moving, and the two black horns burning with blazing flames stick to the sides of the forehead like guillotines. Under the thick and powerful ankles, there are two sheep's hooves that are also covered with green evil flames, and they look powerful and powerful. With his muscular body, he looks like a ruthless character with no blind spots!

"Overlord level demon!!"

Noyce immediately let out an exclamation, flapped his wings and said in a loud voice: "And it is an ultra-rare monarch-level demon that evolved from the line of hateful demons! Not only does it have extremely high occult resistance, but its physical strength is also completely It’s impeccable. Notice that it doesn’t have those stunningly handsome black horns. The lines on it mean that Mr. Demon has completed more than five transformations. Oh my god, this is not something that a normal epic level can handle, Player Garcia. It’s dangerous!”

As a result, Garcia did show a ferocious smile and licked his lips subconsciously. The fighting spirit in his body that could almost affect the audience became more and more turbulent. His eyes were full of excitement: "Although I don't know what big things are. King level...but this thing seems to make me happy."

This time he did not lower his voice, so Wilford, who felt offended, immediately jumped up with his eyes wide open, and said sternly: "You will not be able to laugh anymore! Now listen to my orders, powerful servant. , kill...tsk, defeat my enemy!"

As a result, the moment he finished speaking, the demon king, who was extremely oppressive in terms of momentum and size, slowly turned his head to look at the tiny figure behind him that kept hopping, and after roaring, he used a rather powerful expression. He asked in a deep voice in standard common language: "What did you... just... call me? A humble warlock?"

"Alas!"

Alford, who suddenly realized that there was no temporary contract between himself and the other party, froze. He subconsciously took a step back and said dryly: "I...I will let you defeat my enemy! My demon partner!"

"partner?"

The demon army repeated it in a deep voice. After looking down at the opponent, the evil energy in his eyes suddenly jumped, and then sneered: "No, Warlock, you just called me a servant, and you called the great King Kilik. servant!"

"Oh~"

Noyce smacked his lips and raised his eyebrows with some gloating: "It seems that our Alford players are in trouble. As I just said, this summoning ritual that has gone through generations is not complete. Although powerful servants are summoned, ' is greatly reduced in difficulty, but because the process is too simple and crude, and in the end, the summoned object can only be forced to appear by detonating a dimensional rift, so the step of signing a temporary contract can easily be omitted. In this way, as long as the summoner does not Without overwhelming strength, it is easy to cause..."

"Backlash."

Garcia snorted coldly, and then walked forward step by step. Note that it was literally "step by step." Every time he took a step, the ground beneath his feet would be forcibly stepped down several times. inch, its momentum will skyrocket by several points!

On the other side, Wilford, who noticed that the situation had changed, immediately picked up the cane on the ground and threw a silver light at the demon lord Kilik who had turned around and was slowly approaching him. It was a silver light commonly used by warlocks. The principle of the spell [Slavery Whipping] is to cast one's own spiritual imprint through shadow, evil energy, hellfire and other means, and directly resonate with the energy in the demonic creature, thereby achieving effects similar to mental control. As a A demon sorcerer who specializes in manipulating evil creatures, Wilford's [Slavery Whipping] is very powerful. Even demons that are theoretically stronger than him can easily be controlled for two or three minutes if they are caught off guard. .

In Wilford's view, two or three minutes were enough for him to work with the traitorous demon king to deal with Garcia and send him back to his original plane.

It's a pity that the reality is skinny. The demon king who claimed to be King Kilik actually raised his hand and crushed the [Slavery Whip], and a black thunderbolt popped out with his fingers, blowing away the already exhausted Wilford. De, beat the latter to the verge of death with one move.

But the king seemed dissatisfied, so he immediately condensed a negative energy ball filled with evil power out of thin air, preparing to directly bombard this guy who dared to call himself a 'servant'.

"I have to admit that the way this game ended is a bit unexpected, so I announce... huh?"

Noyce smacked his lips and shook his head slightly. However, just when he was about to pronounce the verdict and save Wilford by the way, he suddenly closed his mouth and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Then, under the stunned gaze of countless spectators, the war bear Garcia jumped up high after roaring loudly, raised a fist as big as a casserole and smashed it directly into the back of the devil king's head.

Immediately afterwards, with a deafening roar, the turbid evil energy suddenly exploded in mid-air, directly engulfing Garcia's body. As a result, before the cold snort of the Demon Lord ended, the evil and filthy The ability was suddenly blown away!

That was the wind pressure caused by Garcia's original punch to King Kilik's head.

"Although it is also only at an epic level, it is infinitely close to a perfect punch in terms of power, trajectory and focus. It is obvious that our Garcia player has been hiding his clumsiness. The punch he just made is enough to compete with the fifth level A lot of players in the arena are on par with each other.”

Noyce blew a loud whistle and sighed: "It has nothing to do with strength or realm. The most terrifying thing about Garcia is his terrifying combat experience. Believe me, audience friends, in front of this kind of enemy , as long as the power gap between the two sides is not too big, I am afraid that it will be difficult for anyone to defeat this war bear, even a genius, in front of such a person who regards the gate of hell as his own backyard and has survived countless death battles. You have to be 120,000 alert. Does anyone want to bet? Just bet on how long the demon king, who is definitely stronger than Garcia, can last in the hands of the latter, I guess ten minutes~"

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at the same time

Tianzhu Mountain Arena, in a certain room

"five minutes."

The girl with long flame-red hair glanced at the magic crystal screen, snorted coldly, then turned to look at her friend with short light blue hair and a dull expression sitting next to her, and raised her eyebrows. : "What do you think? Linglan."

In the past, the God-killing Five Beast Body was the beginning of the God-killing Society. One of the champions of the fifth-level arena, the girl known as Linglan, who also had the avatar of Chicken Zero in the vegetable-level arena, shook her head slightly, indicating that she was facing Not interested in this senseless gamble.

"It's boring."

Chiliu, who has the same identity as the former and is ranked second among the five beasts, curled his lips, and then turned his attention to the handsome black-haired man sitting quietly by the window: "What do you think, Sizi? "

"Just a minute."

The latter, who had a gloomy temperament, murmured somewhat uncertainly.

"Ah? That's not true. Judging from the strength shown by that bear just now..."

"Didn't you notice? That person only knows the art of killing, but you can't deliberately kill your opponent in the arena. He is very uncomfortable with it."

"Uh, you mean..."

"That demon is not his 'opponent', so it doesn't matter even if he is killed."

"Haha~ That's quite interesting. That's good. After all, he will advance to the next level after winning this match. Let me be the guest star today."

"no."

"Your Excellency Lu Wei just sent me a message, informing us that we can no longer be responsible for the promotion competition in the fourth-level arena recently. He arranged for a test robot to come over."

"What's the arrangement?"

"It should be called... test robot."

Chapter 1,485: End