This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 536 is a monster
The old gentleman hadn't gone far when he suddenly frowned and turned his head back quickly.

The room he had just stepped out of was already ablaze with scarlet flames.

"Is this a change in the dream... or..." The shallow wrinkles on his face seemed a little deep at this moment.

Suddenly, something broke through the scorched and tattered door and smashed towards him.

The old gentleman tapped the ground with his cane, and a brilliant and complicated coat of arms appeared, bouncing off the flying thing.

Keng!
The hand of the old gentleman holding the cane trembled slightly, then he clenched the cane tightly and lifted it in front of him.

In the crimson, a figure slowly walked out.

"It's you?" The old gentleman was stunned for a moment.Because the person standing in front of him was the young sailor who had been tortured by him just now.

It's just that the young sailor's appearance has changed drastically at this time.

The sailor costume on his body was dyed scarlet, and the rest of the ornaments and scarves turned pitch black. Behind him was a black cloak that burned with sparks. Become tall and powerful.

"No, you're not him." The old gentleman shook his head, his rough voice a little dignified.

The young sailor blinked his scarlet eyes, raised his left hand, and was holding a pitch-black iron chain.

The iron chain was pulled, and a huge anchor flew out from the pile of rubble beside it, standing behind the young sailor.That's what just flew over and smashed the old gentleman.

"Possessed by a monster? Poor young man, the world seems to be turning against you. Originally, I promised not to kill you, but now it seems that I have no choice." The old gentleman turned his cane around and straightened his body. Said.

The young sailor had no expression on his face, and tilted his head when he heard the old gentleman's words.

Then he swung his hand and smashed the anchor.

The old gentleman flicked his staff and bounced the anchor away again, but the young sailor followed closely this time, rushing straight up to the old gentleman, waving the chain in his hand.

The old gentleman fended off the flinging chain, and then turned the head of the cane lightly.

The rune unfolded, and the old gentleman raised his cane to point at the sailor, and the sailor's body was instantly bound by the power of the rune.

The old gentleman strode forward, and pressed his cane firmly on the sailor's chest.

Bang!
The white air waves spread around, and the sailor flew upside down and hit the wall before bouncing back to the ground.

"A mere mortal, dare to challenge the power of the spirit seed." The old gentleman stood still again and said relaxedly.

wow...

The young sailor stood up again, his body that should have been torn apart was covered by burn marks, and the wound disappeared under the flames.

The old gentleman frowned again.

The young sailor tilted his head again.

And this action was regarded as a provocation by the old gentleman.

The cane was raised abruptly, but the young sailor quickly flipped over, and the wall behind him shattered instantly.

The sailor made a sprint and approached the old gentleman.

The old gentleman flicked the head of the cane with his other hand, and then waved his hand. White light bloomed, forming several balls of light around him and flying towards the young sailor.

The young sailor dodged quickly, even though the impact of the light ball detonating at close range could still hurt him, but he ignored it.

After anticipating the sailor's movements, the last ball of light was launched at the right time in mid-air.

But the sailor flipped in the air, raised his leg and kicked the ball of light back.

The old gentleman's pupils shrank, and he shook his hand to disperse the energy of the light ball and absorbed it back into his body, but at this time, the young man had already approached.

A fist burning with scarlet flames quickly greeted the old gentleman's face.

The old gentleman's body trembled, and the sailor took advantage of the situation to pursue him, but there was a flash of coldness, and his raised arms soared into the sky.

The cane in the old gentleman's hand was pulled out, and inside was a long sword with an exquisite mechanism.

The young sailor seemed stunned by the sudden severed arm, and the old gentleman punched him in the face with a backhand.

Then, with punches, feet, elbows, and knees, the old gentleman showed incomparably superb physical skills, and abused the young sailor almost like a sandbag.

When the last blow had driven the young sailor back, the old gentleman hooked his cane around his neck and drew him back, then whirled the cane in his hand, and thrust the blade out of his sword at his eyes.

Bang!
The expected sharp knife piercing the flesh didn't sound, but the old gentleman was counterattacked by a powerful force instead, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

On the body of the young sailor, the scarlet flames were sometimes vigorous and sometimes weak, and the body that was somewhat distorted by the beating was turned back to normal under the action of the flames.

The kick that flew up suddenly was also slowly lowered.

The old gentleman looked down at the clear blade, his face was reflected on it, and there was a shoe print on his chin that couldn't be ignored.

"You are insulting me." The old gentleman's voice became calmer, but the anger in it also became stronger.

The young sailor tilted his head again, then raised his arms, his mutilated arms recovered completely, and he clenched his fists.

That posture made the old gentleman's pupils shrink.

The fighting technique of the Augustus style is very similar to the starting style, which is the physical technique he just used.

As an expert in this field, Oakrange never dreamed that there would be a young man who could only shake his fists indiscriminately just now. Mode.

He was really insulting himself.

Fierce fist fights broke out quickly, and the old gentleman no longer held back his hands. He gave up his reserve as a follower butler, and re-shown his fangs honed on the battlefield in the past.

However, as the fight progressed, contrary to the surrounding environment that was burning with flames, his heart became cold.

Bang!
Oakrange's attack was parried, it's all right, he still has no less than dozens of variants to pursue in this scene.

The young man took a step forward and made a wonderful counterattack, blocking most of Oakrange's pursuit possibilities.

There are still more than ten kinds of variant pursuits that are still available.

The young man changed his style, chasing and attacking serially and quickly, giving up the opportunity of chasing, turning from offense to defense, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Oakrange counterattacked successfully, and pursued the victory...

Do not!No, it shouldn't be here!

Bang!
It's a trap, a trap set by young people, here should be firmly defended!
Bang!
A flaw was caught, continuous punching, and a beautiful turning elbow.

Oakrange tried to raise his leg to break through the situation and distance himself, but the young man turned around and stepped on his calf, and his knee hit his face.

Boom!
The old gentleman flew backwards, gliding close to the ground until he hit the corner of the corridor.

The young sailor moved his body.

Oakrange got up from the ground: "It seems that the elderly are not suitable for too strong self-esteem."

clang!
draw sword.

The young man tilted his head, stretched out his hand, and the chain returned to his hand, dragging the huge scarlet anchor.

"Let me see what you can do, monster." Oakrange's eyes turned completely cold.

The white light shone brightly under the scarlet package.

The house collapsed completely under the influence of this force.

A moment later, Oakrange flew upside down, stabbing his sword into the ground to stop his backward rush.

But from the ruins of the house, the tall and strong figure jumped out and threw the anchor at him again in the air.

Oakrange could only raise his sword to block the anchor.

Bang!
The huge force shook the old gentleman's muscles all over his body, and his body was quickly retreated by the anchor.

The power of the runes is continuously emerging but being burned continuously, he is powerless to counter it at this moment!

Unloading the force to block the anchor, the chain in front of him suddenly flicked and whipped against his chest.

The old gentleman fell to the ground.

The figure fell to the ground, and with a "crash", the chain and the anchor returned to "his" hands.

His decent suit was in tatters, his face was disgraced, and his body was covered with bruises, whipped by chains, and severely smashed by anchors.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Oakrange fully realized: it was not a "young man", it was just a terrifying monster of unknown origin.

The teleportation rune was activated, and Oak Lanci's figure quickly disappeared in place.

The figure stood there for a moment, then dragged the anchor away slowly.

(End of this chapter)