Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 91 The King of the White Tower ([-])
"The competition will start soon, Mr. Fu, we should start——ah, your hand!"

In the evening of the next day, the priestess who came to pick him up and go to the arena was again so frightened that he covered his mouth and screamed.

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

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

That special taste is stronger.

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

Fortunately, the degree of erosion is not deep for the time being.

It is not difficult to solve this thing, as long as the corroded and molted skin is isolated.

It's a piece of cake for Fuqian now.

But he didn't want to.

The reason is simple - today is the final day.

Will be the first attempt at taking out Platinum.

This thing will come in handy soon.

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

Fu Qian glanced at the priestess.

"Today is the final."

The priestess smiled forcedly.

"If you can win the championship, I also have an extra bonus, and you always have to show sincerity!"

"So, I thought you bet on me."

"There is indeed a gamble, but your odds are the lowest... I beat everyone else to give you a lottery."

"That's right, if you learn risk hedging at a young age, your future is limitless."

……

Facts have proved that the demigod Ibrahimovic really hates limbs.

Almost as soon as he entered the White Pagoda, Fu Qian felt the deep disgust of this man.

After revealing the marks on his right hand, the hostility surged even more.

But Fu Qian didn't make any cover up, and calmly went to the preparation room to rest.

After two days of fierce fighting, there are not many players left, and they only need to kill one more opponent to directly enter the final.

This time, there was no new shady scene, and Fu Qian's number soon appeared on the screen above his head.

Standing on the completely new site again, Fu Qian couldn't help feeling that it is good to have money.

And the contestants on the opposite side of the ring also surprised him for a second.

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

The opponent in the semi-finals was actually the black knight in the same preparation room!

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

Not to mention that his stature is different from ordinary people, but the heavy armor alone is not something ordinary people can wear.

This person had watched a game before Fu, and it was obvious that he had a lot of fighting experience, and his style was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

A gigantic sword danced vigorously, and finally flattened the opponent by ten centimeters.

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

Judging from the strength of his aura, this person is at most a seventh-order peak, and it is hard to imagine that he can dance the great shield and giant sword like this.

This armor is probably not an ordinary item.

Of course, courage is also commendable.

In the past two days, I have already gained a strong reputation. Ordinary opponents may be desperate when they see it. It is not easy for this person to stand on the field seriously.

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

With this posture, you are afraid of your own lethality and want to fight back?
It seems to make sense, but people can't be too narrow, and they can't be directly defined as attribute players just because the opponent is strong.

We have been moving closer to the flow of technology.

Facing the defense of the tortoise shell, Fu Qian directly stepped forward, dodged the sword from bottom to top, and then slapped the shield with a slap.

That's right, it was pressed.

Fu Qian didn't even have the idea of ​​bombarding people with the shield to the scum, but gently pressed his hands tightly.

……

The black knight obviously didn't expect Fu Qian to do this, so he couldn't help being a little dazed.

But after all, he was an experienced fighter, so he quickly pulled himself back from his distraction.

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

However, it failed again - the size of the shield was exaggerated, Fu Qian actually hid behind the shield, moved forward with the shield, and got stuck in a dead corner of the attack.

Instead, the shield became his shelter.

……

The black knight remained calm in the face of danger, and pushed the shield out 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 for nearly ten meters before he stabilized his figure. A mouthful of blood mist sprayed on his chest, and the black armor was dyed even more hideously.

Fu Qian, who dodged behind him under the cover of a shield, just kicked him in the back.

clang!
Realizing that the shield had only a negative effect on him, this one simply took it off and threw it aside.

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

And the free left hand slowly pressed on the wide hilt, releasing a murderous aura that was several times sharper than before.

The sound of armor colliding came, and the black knight held a huge sword in his hand and chose to attack actively.

The huge sword like a door panel slashed down at Fu Qian.

That's right!

It is the romance of a man to smear his face with a giant sword.

Facing the full form of the black knight, Fuzen also raised his right hand.

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

Almost instantly, the latter was like a baseball, flying upside down with a man and a sword, and fell headlong to the edge of the field.

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

This is!

Amidst the roar of the audience, the demigod Ibrahimovic stood up directly, his face livid.

At this time, Fu Qian, who defeated his opponent and officially stepped into the final, did not enjoy the cheers of the audience much, but went off the field directly.

"congratulations!"

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

Scared by too brutal a scene?

No way, when killing the crocodile monster yesterday, it was much bloodier than this one.

Fu Qian noticed that this man had been staring at his right hand.

It turned out to be the case.

For many female comrades, the last blow was a bit restricted.

But we have to separate people, just now there were female voices screaming in the auditorium, and they were so excited that they were about to faint.

"Don't be nervous, it'll be fine!"

Fu Qian patted the shoulder of the priestess as a sign of comfort, and slapped her on the neck by the way.

How can it be so fast?
At this time the second match had already started, but Ibrahimovic in the stands frowned.

Fu Qian's performance just now made people completely puzzled.

I thought they were just in contact last night, but I didn't expect...

This is clearly the case of preliminary integration!
Could it be that they have a tacit understanding?

These wanton bastards don't think about the consequences at all!
Fortunately, the degree of fusion does not seem to be very high, so we must always pay attention to it later.

While thinking, Ibrahimovic glanced at Fuqian's preparation room.

The next moment his pupils shrank suddenly.

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

(End of this chapter)