Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"The game will start soon, Mr. Fu, it's time for us to set off - ah, your hands!"

The next evening, the priestess who came to pick her up before heading to the arena was once again so frightened that she covered her mouth and screamed.

Fu Qian followed her gaze and understood why she was surprised.

In just one night, the aqua blue marks had spread from the palm of my hand to the entire upper arm.

That special smell became stronger.

Not only that, there seemed to be countless small insects gnawing at the flesh in all the places covered by the marks.

Fortunately, the erosion is not deep yet.

It is not difficult to solve this problem, as long as it is isolated from the erosion of the exfoliated skin.

It’s easy to pay now.

But he didn't want to do that.

The reason is simple - today is finals day.

It will be the first attempt to kill Bai Jinting.

This stuff will come in handy soon.

"It stands to reason that you don't need to pick him up in person?"

He glanced at the priestess before paying.

"Today is the final."

The priestess smiled reluctantly.

"If you can win the championship, I will also have an extra bonus. You must always show sincerity!"

"I see, I thought you were betting on me."

"There is indeed a gambling game, but your odds are the lowest...I beat everyone else to get you a lucky draw."

"Yes, if you learn to hedge risks at a young age, your future is limitless."

…

It turns out that the demigod Eevee really hates prosthetic limbs.

Almost as soon as he entered the White Tower, Fu Qian felt the strong disgust of this person.

After the marks on his right hand were revealed, the hostility became even more intense.

Before paying, he didn't make any cover up and went to the preparation room to rest calmly.

After two days of fierce battle, there are not many players left. They only need to kill one more opponent to directly enter the finals.

This time there was no new black screen, and soon the payment number appeared on the screen above.

Standing on the newly renewed venue, Qian Fu couldn't help but sigh that it's good to have money.

The player on the other side of the ring also surprised him for a second.

Black armor, huge sword and shield, double-horned helmet.

The opponent in the semi-finals was actually the Black Knight from the same preparation room!

I have to say that this guy is quite capable to get all the way here.

Not only is he taller than ordinary people, but the heavy armor alone cannot be worn by ordinary people.

I've watched this guy's match before, and it's obvious that he has a lot of fighting experience, and his style is neither arrogant nor impetuous.

A huge sword danced like a tiger, and finally flattened the opponent by ten centimeters.

If there is any weakness, it may be that the level is too low.

Judging from the strength of his aura, this person is at the peak of the seventh level at most. It is hard to imagine that he can dance like this with a large shield and giant sword.

This armor is probably not an ordinary item.

Of course courage is also commendable.

Over the past two days, he has become so famous that ordinary opponents may have despaired of seeing him. It is not easy for him to stand seriously on the field.

After the referee announced the start, the black knight first raised his sword in salute without saying a word, and then protected the dark and heavy shield in front of him.

In this posture, you are afraid of your own lethality and want to play defensive counterattack?

It seems reasonable, but people can't be too narrow-minded, and they can't be directly defined as attribute-flow players just because their opponents are strong.

We have been moving closer to the technical stream.

Facing the defense of the turtle shell, Fu Qian stepped forward, dodged the sword thrust from bottom to top, and slapped the shield with his palm.

That's right, it's pressed up.

Fu Qian had no intention of killing the person with his shield, but instead pressed his hand gently.

…

The Black Knight obviously didn't expect Fu Qian to do this, and couldn't help but be a little dazed.

But he was an experienced warrior after all, and he quickly pulled himself out of his distraction.

The first reaction was to retract the shield and strike out with the sword.

However, it failed again - the size of the shield was too exaggerated, and Fu Qian actually hid behind the shield and moved forward with the shield, creating a blind spot for attack.

The shield instead became his protection.

…

The black knight remained calm in the face of danger and pushed out his shield again, but was surprised to find that Fu Qian had disappeared.

The next moment, a surging force came from behind.

The black knight staggered and ran nearly ten meters before regaining his balance. A mouthful of blood mist sprayed onto his chest, and the dark iron armor was stained even more ferociously.

Fu Qian, who used the shield to sneak behind him, just kicked him on the back.

clang!

Realizing that the shield had only the opposite effect on him, he simply took it off and threw it aside.

Judging from the sound of landing, the weight is quite heavy.

The free left hand slowly pressed on the wide hilt of the sword, releasing a murderous aura that was several times more powerful than before.

The sound of armor clashing came. The black knight held a giant sword in his hand and chose to attack actively.

The huge sword like a door panel struck Fu Qian hard.

This is right!

A man's romance is to stick his face with a giant sword.

Facing the Black Knight's complete form, Fuzen also raised his right hand.

The next moment, countless tentacles rushed out from his right arm, entangled into a huge alien arm, and slammed into the black knight's body.

Almost instantly, the latter flew out like a baseball with his sword attached, and fell headlong to the edge of the field.

The helmet fell to one side, revealing the upper half of his face like a charred corpse.

This is!

Amid the roars of the audience, the demigod Ibrahimovic stood up directly, his face ashen.

At this time, Fu Qian, who had defeated his opponent and officially entered the finals, did not enjoy the cheers of the audience, but just left the field.

"congratulations!"

When Fu Qian returned to the preparation room, the priestess stepped forward to celebrate with a trembling voice.

Frightened by the brutal scene?

No, when I killed the crocodile monster yesterday, it was much bloodier than this.

Before paying, he noticed that this man had been staring at his right hand.

I see.

For many gay girls, the last blow is a bit restrictive.

But people have to be divided. There was clearly a female voice screaming in the audience just now, and she almost fainted with excitement.

"Don't be nervous, just give it a try!"

Fu Qian patted the priestess on the shoulder to express comfort and gave her a slap on the neck.

How could it happen so fast?

At this time, the second game has begun, but Ibrahimovic in the stands is frowning.

Fu Qian's performance just now was completely confusing.

I thought they just had initial contact last night, but I didn’t expect...

This is clearly a preliminary integration situation!

Could it be that they already had a tacit understanding?

These wanton bastards don’t even think about the consequences!

Fortunately, the degree of integration does not seem to be very high, so you must always pay attention to it later.

While thinking about it, Ibrahimovic glanced at the preparation room in front of Fu.

The next moment his pupils suddenly contracted.

In the lounge, Fu Qian's figure has disappeared.