I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 91 The Lion Cub
In the waiting room, Watson was wearing a court clown mask. With the help of the waiter/body search, he took off the camouflaged high-end suit and changed into simple clothes that can cover the vital parts.

A maid who also only barely covered three spots brought a bowl of olive oil, intending to wipe off the strong body in front of him, but he flatly refused.

Under the urging of a guy in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a host, he slowly walked into the Colosseum.

Under the feet is the hard ground, the soil is stained with a deep dark red, and some weeds have absorbed the excessively rich nutrients in the soil and thrived.

He looked around, his opponent hadn't appeared on the stage yet, and there were a few spectators in fancy clothes wearing ball masks sitting sparsely on the round stand.

In the moth's field of vision, they are all mere mortals with a faint light in their skulls, without superior rationality or secret transmission power, with sleepy eyes in the corners of their eyes, and yawning in their mouths.

Watson already understands that the following duel is very likely to be blood-splattered on the spot. For this group of high-ranking nobles, it is just a refreshing fragrance after a night of extravagant fun. Just a small theater.

There seemed to be a smile on his face hidden by the mask, and the wicked laughter of the phantom monster began to echo in his head again.

"Hey, you dare to use us as a pastime. Let's take them as an appetizer for this duel first. The soft necks of those noble ladies are simply excellent pure white canvases. The bright red color splashed out after the canvas is torn , bright red dipped in pure white, such a strong impact color, isn’t it just a typical abstract painting?!”

Watson glanced at the guards with guns and ammunition around the auditorium, ignoring the echoes in his head. Since the promotion of Secret Passage of the Moth, the problem in his head seems to have become more and more serious. In the past, he was still in a trance and hallucination for a moment, but now There have been clear auditory hallucinations.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the Mamura Club!" The host shouted loudly, his voice was so loud that for no reason it reminded people of a vegetable vendor shouting loudly in the vegetable market.

"It's another sunny day, another thrilling duel, let's welcome the debut—"

"Shut up, we're tired of hearing your nonsense, let's start right away, my eyes have been white all night, and I urgently need some exciting blood to wash away my tiredness." An audience sitting at the forefront shouted scolded.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just the little Xiami who wakes up to the show. What name do you introduce? It might be possible to live to the next show." A woman wearing a pink feather blindfold screamed.

"Okay, get out, let the two of them start fighting." A man with a hoarse voice urged.

Faced with this series of accusations, the host was not angry, but just smiled embarrassingly, and ran off the stage despondently.

And Watson's opponent finally appeared amidst the host's repeated urging.

The opponent was a burly man, wearing a lion-style pullover mask that looked like some kind of spun fabric. The outer ring of the mask was golden mane, and only the eyes, mouth and nose were exposed.

The upper body is shirtless, revealing the abnormally strong chest muscles and the thick waist like a brown bear. The muscles are shiny under the torches that set off the atmosphere in the arena.

In a trance, Watson seemed to really see a metal lion cub slowly walking towards him with wisps of fiery breath steaming from his body, baring his teeth and growling like a threat.

The lion cub kept walking back and forth around the human in front of it. Its body leaned forward slightly, its muscles relaxed and tense, and it was always waiting for a good opportunity to attack.

However, the human being in front of him just stood there blankly, his eyes were sluggish, and his whole body was full of flaws!

The lion cub is reckless but not stupid. It can't figure out why the other party is so confident. Obviously, you and I should only be first-order duelists who have just stepped into the secret path, but I am the one with the two secret attacks of casting and blade. The secret person who has both a sharp spear and a hard shield, it should be me who is so arrogant and treats no one else!

"Fuck, are you acting around?!!!" It was still the frontline audience, looking at the two duelists who had been reluctant to make a move, he really couldn't restrain his violent temper, and took out his hand. The pocket watch was thrown into the arena.

The lion cub completely ignored the urging of the audience... Weak mortal, if you were not at the Mamula Club at this moment, I would have already torn you to pieces!
I don't know whether the irritable spectator was intentional or unintentional, but the pocket watch he threw was about to fall at the feet of the opponent in front of him.

And the opponent's gaze unconsciously fell on the oncoming pocket watch because of instinct.

The cub's dark brown pupils caught the moment when the opponent was distracted by this, and suddenly shrank like needles!

With a thought in his mind, the casting and the blade vibrate, weak heat is emitted from the body, like an arrow formed by the condensed heat, and the air in front of him shows a slightly distorted trace due to the sudden temperature.

This arrow of heat is the result of the cub's painstaking training on the influence secret technique of the teaching group. It condenses the secret transmission influence that should have spread indiscriminately into a concentrated ray, greatly enhancing the power that was originally weakened by the dispersion of the range, and it is already possible. Initially affecting the waking world, it can almost reach the power of the real influence stolen from Mansu!
With this trick, it easily pierced through a two-finger-thick wooden board, leaving a scorched black hole trace, and even the second wooden board behind it was successfully ignited, ignited invisible fireworks, and turned into a board in an instant of coke.

The most intuitive result of this trick is to blind the opponent's eyes in the previous duel and ignite an invisible fire in the opponent's skull, burning his soul and body, making the opponent seem to be trapped in a sea of ​​flames, and his nerves seem to be under high temperature Licking, the body is unconsciously dehydrated, and at the same time, it is suffering from the double torture of physical loss and mental pain.

The enemy from the previous battle screamed miserably because of the high temperature in his skull, and before he could even utter the words of surrender and admit defeat, his throat was smashed by its claws.

But this time, the lion cub still repeated the same trick, shooting out two scorching invisible arrows from the pupils, piercing the eyes of the arrogant enemy in front of him!
The arrows condensed by the mana of Forge and Blade are almost colorless and invisible but extremely fast, and they have arrived in front of the enemy in an instant, piercing precisely along the eye gap of that ridiculous court jester mask!

The lion cub couldn't help closing his eyes when he saw the other party, and he grinned with a triumphant grin... Heh, arrogant clown, die!

It stepped on the ground with both feet, driving its body forward like a wild lion rushing to eat, pure heat mixed with sharpness shot out from the pores on the body surface, and attacked the enemy with closed eyes in front of him.

And the fingertips of the five fingers on its right palm also began to emit a sharp cold light, directly hitting the enemy's fragile throat.

The lion cub seemed to be able to see the bloody throat and see the warm blood soaking its right palm... However, it saw a pair of bright green eyes that were as clear as the most exquisitely cut diamonds, and witnessed some kind of ancient And insane malice!

A frenzied hum resounded in its mind.

It is the fear of natural enemies inscribed in the depths of the blood, it is the despair of being enslaved in the darkness in ancient times, it is the warning left by the ancestors with their lives - run away, run away!They... are real monsters! ! !
Its forward-swinging right palm seemed to be peeled off by an invisible blade, and it was strong enough to resist the cutting of the blade. The skin peeled off from the fingertips and faded back, and the blood shot out from the bright red texture.

　This chapter should actually be eaten in conjunction with the sealed chapter 25, but the last rescue was unsuccessful, and it took three days to continue the rescue... Probably Watson got a small gift from an extinct creature when he was promoted to the second-level moth
　　
　
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