The son of the dragon who walks

Chapter 177 Beheading
The explosive speed of Charles not only frightened the white-haired ghost, but also made Aisi show a shocked expression.

Even with Ais' dynamic vision, she couldn't see clearly how Charles approached the white-haired ghost just now.

The sense of crisis of death made the white-haired ghost wake up from the shock. He took a step back to distance himself, and then punched Charles.

Facing the white-haired ghost's fist, Charles even had time to move his cervical spine before reaching out to block it.

Charles' finger swept the white-haired ghost's wrist, and the white-haired ghost felt his entire arm go numb for a moment, unable to exert strength at all.

It seems that even after becoming a monster, his body structure hasn't changed much.Compared with his body, perhaps his mind has changed more.

And Xia Er flew up early and kicked the white-haired ghost directly in the stomach, kicking him into the air.

But he didn't fly away, because Charles raised his hand and clasped his wrist to pull him back.

boom! boom! boom!
At this moment, Charles perfectly understood how Gojo Satoru was able to hang and beat the super-level curse spirit, and punched the white-haired ghost in the stomach three times in a row.The last punch even directly opened a big hole like the mouth of a bowl in the white-haired ghost's stomach.

The white-haired ghost spit out a mouthful of blood, and then showed a sinister expression on his face.

I saw that the skin and muscles on his arm were torn together, and he even took the initiative to tear off his arm to stay away from Charles.

Charles dropped the severed arm in his hand, watched the white-haired ghost start to heal himself but did not continue to chase.

The last time I fought with all my strength was against Anfespina, and the adventures with Welf on the upper floors didn't even count as physical activity.

The reason why Charles didn't attack the white-haired ghost directly to kill him was because he wanted to get back the feeling of fighting.

The white-haired ghost's body is strong enough and can repair itself, so it can be said to be the most suitable sandbag.

The white-haired ghost looked at Charles with a fearful expression.He never thought that the harmless boy who had seen humans and animals baring his fangs before would turn out to be such a terrifying existence.

"Who are you? Why have I never heard of your existence?"

This is the question that the white-haired ghost wants to know the most. Even Aisi looked at Charles' back and waited for his answer.

Charles said: "Sure enough, you are connected with the outside world!"

"Damn! You bastard!"

The white-haired ghost didn't expect that he didn't get the answer he wanted, but instead let the other party find out the information.

The shame of being suppressed by IQ made him forget how he was hanged and beaten by Charles just now, and rushed over again.

To be honest, the speed of the white-haired ghost is really not slow, the absolute level of LV6, ordinary adventurers can't see his movements clearly.

It's a pity that here in Shire, he is too slow.

Charles took a step forward and accurately intercepted the white-haired ghost, and the two immediately started a hand-to-hand fight.

The white-haired ghost's attack was quite ferocious. Relying on his monsterized and strong body, coupled with the ability of self-healing, he frantically launched an attack on Charles.

His frenzied fighting style, which does not hesitate to trade injuries for lives, can gain an advantage even when encountering adventurers of the same level.

It's a pity that his opponent is Shire, and Shire's martial arts are not at the same level as the white-haired ghost.

The white-haired ghost's attacks were rather scattered and unreasonable at all, but they were fatally destructive with great strength and speed.

Compared with him, although he was attacking quickly, Shire's movements were extraordinarily elegant.

Either confronting each other head-on, or seeing through the opponent's flaws and cutting off the attack, no matter how crazy the white-haired ghost is, it is still perfectly suppressed by Charles.

Under this kind of suppression, even the white-haired ghost who has been transformed into a monster has a feeling of despair.

In contrast, Ciel felt his body heat up.It was not just a physiological reaction after exercising, but also Charles' fighting feeling gradually awakened from a deep sleep.

And as Xiaer's hands became warmer, the suppression of the white-haired ghost became even more terrifying.

Ai Si, who was watching, couldn't help but said, "It's amazing!"

The improvement of the strength of Olali's adventurers mainly depends on the grace of God, and the strengthening of attribute values, magic, skills, and development capabilities is the main direction.

As for martial arts, generally speaking, they are skills formed by adventurers accumulating experience in fighting monsters.

This technique is practical and powerful, but Aisi can feel that what Shire is showing is something completely different.

That was the man who only appeared in Aisi's memory, the last hero, Albert Wallenstein, the king of mercenaries.

"You monster!"

The white-haired ghost roared and punched him with all his strength.And Shire also punched, and the two fists collided in midair.

The strong air wave generated by the impact of the fist lifted Ciel's cloak, but the white-haired ghost's fist was already twisted into a ball, and even the bones of the arm were broken inch by inch.

Charles curled his lips and said, "I just don't want you to be called monsters!"

Being called a monster by a person who has turned into a monster, Ciel's mood is indeed a bit complicated, but he just thinks that the other party is praising himself.

In return, Charles decided to give him a treat.

Sensing Ciel's killing intent, the white-haired ghost also turned his eyes red.

"No, I can't die yet! I haven't fulfilled her wish yet! Stop him!"

Naturally, the white-haired ghost's order was not for Charles or Ais, but for the piranha who had climbed to this floor from just now.

Those piranhas started attacking Shire frantically, and the white-haired ghost turned around and was about to run away.

Aisi only saw a red shadow flying out of Charles' body, passing over the piranhas and blocking in front of the white-haired ghost.

Just as the white-haired ghost was about to jump down the hole, he found that a huge object blocked his eyes.

"Roar!!!"

Faer, who had recovered to a figure of more than ten meters, roared at the white-haired ghost. The high-temperature flames on his body made his hair start to curl.

The white-haired ghost didn't think the majestic and mighty creature in front of him was a monster like the wyvern.

Looking at the flame in Farr's mouth, the white-haired ghost knew that even if he moved his finger, the flame would be released and he would be reduced to ashes.

boom!
The white-haired ghost sensed the heat wave behind him, but he didn't dare to turn his head. Of course, he didn't see those piranhas being reduced to ashes in the flames of Shire.

"You... who are you?"

The voice of the white-haired ghost began to tremble, and there was an uncontrollable fear inside.

"It's just a passing blacksmith!"

Those were the last words the white-haired ghost heard in his life, and the last thing he saw was the flames from Farr's mouth.

　The cold is not cured, and the quality is not enough, please bear with me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)