The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 121 The BOSS Appears
I saw Brother Ba, who was holding a warhammer, slammed the hammer on the back of Crazy Crazy, and the sound of bones and flesh cracking made his scalp numb.

The severely injured Kuang C not only fell to the ground and vomited blood, but he opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily as he was dying.

"You!! You despicable villain, you actually plot against me!! The Bushido spirit of our island emperor has been completely lost by you!"

I saw that Brother Ba's eyes were scarlet, just like those flesh-eating monsters before, he did not hide his inner desire.

When he inhaled the blood mist of the Holy Grail earlier, he felt a scarlet power flowing in his body, which made him addicted to it, and his killing intent surged wildly.

But under the control of reason, he forcibly suppressed it.

At this time, under the guidance of the treasure, he could no longer suppress the red hunger in his body.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a scarlet blood moon...

A great being is guiding him and liberating him from the shackles of his body and mind! ! !

As if he had been freed from the shackles, Brother Ba ruthlessly stepped on Kuang C's head, speaking recklessly as if drinking fine wine.

"What age is this, and you still have the spirit of Bushido? The spirit of the island emperor is the winner and loser!"

Kuang C, who was lying in a pool of blood, not only knew that he had stumbled today, he indulged his inner greed, and he who was immersed in the treasure too relaxed his vigilance and gave the other party too many opportunities.

At this moment, he can only speak out at the last moment and let go of his harsh words.

"Ba maggot! You are cruel, I fell into your hands today, but you wait for me, the next time we meet, I will definitely make you die ugly!!"

Violently swung the sledgehammer and smashed at the opponent's head, Ba Ge fought back forcefully.

"Next time? Your bad brother will make you die ugly this time!!"

Although Kuang C not only had a loud voice, but in front of Ba Ge's declaration of victory, his loser's wailing seemed so pale and powerless.

Speaking loudly is the exclusive privilege of the winner.

A hammer stirred up the mellow ketchup, Ba Ge looked at the remaining two with the distorted face of a perverted murderer.

His eyes were full of scarlet, and he had been blinded by some indescribable existence at this moment, and he was obsessed.

"It's your turn now, more... more! More wonderful crimson things are needed... ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, Jing had already stepped forward and launched a fierce offensive.

His eyes were also bloodshot, and Jing's iron sticks were deadly moves, and he didn't give the opponent a chance to fight back.

Brother Ba, who had suffered a crazy blow, suddenly woke up!
The other party is favored by that great existence... above him! ! !
The moment he fell, he let out an unwilling roar!

"Could it be that... the chosen one is not me?!! No! I want more...more!!!"

While roaring, countless crimson things soaked Ba Ge's body.

The crimson moon looming in front of him became clearer, and with a strange smile on his face, he fell into the blood...

After the opponent fell, Jing still pursued closely.

He was like a wild beast, and the club hit the opponent like raindrops.

Can't stop!

Can't stop!

The anger of justice in the body cannot be stopped! ! !
After a long while, after showing the handmade ketchup making process, Jing's face was horrified with blood stains on his sunglasses.

"I have long wanted to execute justice against you, scumbags, go to hell..."

At this moment, Jing finally showed a satisfied smile, unscrupulously carrying out his hot justice.

Deeply sucking the crimson breath in the air, the sweet and delicious taste is urging him, making him want to continue to carry out this justice...

Seeing the other party's brutal face, Quicksand couldn't help being a little stunned.

In front of the treasure full of weird magic power, Jing, who seems to be unaffected, is actually the most enchanted...

Standing up as if nothing had happened, slowly turning his head, Jing said calmly to Quicksand with a kind smile on his face.

"Don't be afraid, I like a good boy like you the most... Now hurry up and find out the mask."

"Yes Yes Yes Yes……"

Excited, Quicksand responded to the other party's request with such enthusiasm that he stuttered a bit.

After all, who can refuse such a kind uncle with a big smile?
But when he frantically searched for the mask like a Parkinson's patient, Quicksand suddenly discovered that the corpse lying on the ground was oozing blood crazily at an extremely unscientific amount of bleeding.

The outflowing blood is flowing in a certain direction in a strange way.

"Ah, baa baa..."

Quicksand temporarily lost his language function due to his emotional overexcitement, and could only point to the ground with his trembling fingers like those of a late Parkinson's patient.

After being reminded by Quicksand, Jing also discovered this vision.

Strips of blood snaked like earthworms, slowly crawling into the treasure.

Following the direction of the blood flow, they pushed aside the mountain of treasures, and a coffin gradually appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

I don't know if it was soaked in blood, but the coffin hidden deep in the treasure showed a disturbing dark red color.

creaking——

Suddenly, the sound of the coffin lid rubbing against each other, like a snake running through his mind, made Liusha's scalp tingle.

"Not good...something is coming out!"

Accompanied by a terrifying rubbing sound, the heavy coffin lid was slowly removed, and a mummy wearing a brown Chinese suit and a gray mask sat up from the coffin.

With just one glance, Quicksand immediately found the image of the other party, which seemed to match the portrait in the hall of the mansion very well.

If nothing else, this guy is probably the legendary Duke!

Like the sound of wind from the netherworld, there was a terrifying neighing from under that hollow mask.

"Not enough... need... more... flesh and blood..."

Hearing the other party's words, Liusha suddenly realized that the treasure maze set up here was to lure the players to kill each other, so that the duke in the coffin could draw blood from the ground!
Their previous infighting had invisibly enhanced the strength of this BOSS!
Counting Ah Liang who died in the battle earlier, the Duke in the coffin has absorbed the blood of all three people. No one knows the depth of this monster's strength...

Although the incident happened suddenly, since the boss had already appeared, there was no other choice but to fight.

Without waiting for the opponent to sit up completely, Jing quickly picked up Brother Ba's sledgehammer on the ground, swung it round and hit the opponent's head.

With a sharp sound of the wind, the sledgehammer whizzed across a curve full of power, and went straight to the opponent's forehead.

bang——

There was a low, muffled sound, like a car hitting a wall!
The scene in front of him made Quicksand gasp suddenly, and the boss in the coffin caught Jing's full blow with just one hand!
There seemed to be four big characters tattooed on the opponent's motionless and haggard arm—there was still strength left.

The muscle lines on Jing's arms suddenly tightened, but the sledgehammer remained motionless as if shackled in iron tongs.

After judging the gap in strength between the enemy and ourselves, he shouted at the quicksand behind him.

"Don't stand still, Mask! Attack its mask!"

After being reminded by the other party, Quicksand suddenly awakened.

[The mask that understands the secret of eternity]!
If this boss battle has a chance to win in the setting, the mask must be the lifeblood of the opponent!
Picking up the crazy big axe, the quicksand slashed at the opponent's mask fiercely!
However, just like receiving a child's rough play toy, the revived Duke effortlessly caught the quicksand's slash with his other hand, and slowly stood up from the coffin.

As an expert with many years of actual combat experience, Jingneng judged that this is their last chance.

If the opponent is allowed to come out of the coffin, it will definitely defeat the two of them one by one without the limitation of the field.

In desperation, Jing said decisively.

"Throw away the weapon in your hand and fight for the last shot!"

As if receiving an order to fire a gun, the two dropped the weapons caught by the boss at the same time, pulled out their original weapons and launched a final attack on the boss.

At this moment, the boss also dropped the weapon in his hand, and launched a merciless counterattack towards the two.

The fist that exposed the stubble left an afterimage in the air, and hit Quicksand hard on the chest.

Not having enough [ability] to escape the punch, Liusha could only use his last strength, brandishing the saber in his hand to fight to the death, and slashed at the opponent's mask fiercely.

However...too short!It is too short! !
The broken sword in Liusha's hand fell into the air an inch away from the mask, slashing lonely.

With the whistling wind in my ears, the quicksand that gradually faded away and disappeared into the sea of ​​people finally realized with great pain how important the length is at the critical moment...

On the other side, Jing also made a desperate fight, throwing out the iron rod in his hand like a shooting star chasing the moon at the cost of a punch.

The iron rod spun with the sound of howling wind, and hit the gray mask hard!

Jing used practical actions to strongly prove: the length is not a problem, because although the master's stick is short, it can rotate!
With the sound of metal clashing, the mask flew into the air.

After losing the mask, the boss instantly went berserk like a headless chicken, crazily launching a frightening blow to the surrounding air like a storm.

After an astonishingly incompetent rage, the remains collapsed to the ground like a scrapped machine that had lost its energy.

Seeing this scene, Quicksand, who was blown away by a punch and vomited blood and lay among the gold and silver treasures, showed a reassuring smile on his face.

Then, the smile on his face suddenly froze like a posthumous photo...

Seeing the mask that was knocked into the air, and the fallen remains in the frenzy, Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous, finally...uh!"

At this moment of mental relaxation, a sharp dagger pierced Jing's throat.

(End of this chapter)