Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 402: His Majesty the World Emperor Pisel!
According to the tactical theory of never engaging in a head-on fight when a sneak attack is possible, the Taekwondo master should have kicked out with a downward kick and blown Matsui's head off without saying a word.

But he saw that the other party had not used his full strength, and he really didn't know how strong or weak he was, so he didn't dare to...

No, it was because as a martial arts master, he was kind-hearted by nature and could not bear to launch a sneak attack, so he just revealed his whereabouts directly!
Matsui might be timid on normal days, but today he was intimidated by the food delivered by the little Karamis downstairs, so he was not afraid at all.

"Oh, you arrogant Silla people, wait for your fight!"

——No matter who you are, take my shot first!
However, although they were both at level 30, compared to an ordinary person like him who had reached level simply by relying on others to gain experience, [Tajianghu] had a black ribbon wrapped around his waist after all.

So in the next second, the tip of his gun was dodged by the other person with a swift flash, and then he kicked him from bottom to top.

This high kick with strong wind was too fierce. Even though Matsui protected his cheek with his arm at the last moment, he was still kicked away.

"Ugh~~~ (miserable)"

He used his body to knock down five wooden cabinets before he stopped. A faint sound came from among the scattered clothes.

"I'm fine!"

Now it was Tajianghu's turn to be in high spirits. He stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly.

"Foolish Japanese, is this all you have got?"

In order to show off his power, he picked up the Jumonji spear that had fallen to the side with his toes, grabbed it with both hands, and tried to break it with his knees.

"Hi!"

……

He lowered his legs tremblingly and stuck the Jumonji Gun into the ground to use as a crutch.

He tried hard to look fierce and shouted as if he was venting something.

"Great! It's a magical weapon!"

Are you the judge invited by the program team? Do you need to evaluate whether my gun is good or not?
Shan Shang suddenly became anxious. He had spent a lot of money to have this thing customized by the dwarf master Wilmo. It was his backup weapon.

So he took a step forward, pointed at Tajianghu's nose and started cursing.

"You stole my things, didn't you? Are you a thief?"

This sentence was undoubtedly hurtful and insulting. Tajianghu became anxious and waved his hand vigorously.

"Steal? Don't slander me, I have never stolen anything from anyone! It's you who likes to find excuses to break into other people's homes, you're the thief!"

"Wow, you are so shameless!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. There's no point in debating like this!"

Seeing that the two men began to accuse each other and showed no intention of stopping, Ji Ming, as a bystander, could not bear it anymore and quickly stepped forward to stop the fight.

"I see you're all pretty anxious. How about this, don't be anxious, why don't you just fight here and see who wins!"

[Ah? Savior, what kind of quarrel are you talking about? The best way to resolve a quarrel is to let them fight directly, right? ]

Tajianghu is an adult after all. He has seen a lot of storms and waves, so he won't fall for Ji Ming's provocation so easily.

But isn’t this a coincidence? The passionate young men met on the mountain, so before Brother Hu could accuse Ji Ming of evil intentions, he saw the masked boy draw out the double swords on his back.

"The descendant of the Yamagami family who slays ghosts, please give me some advice!"

"Tsk, what a brat!"

It is true that he is cautious, but the strong have their own confidence and arrogance.

——We are all great masters in the Yangyue field and the best among players. Why should I be inferior to you?

"You like to fight, don't you? Then don't blame your uncle for bullying the weak!"

So driven by this state of mind, Tajianghu, enveloped by the light yellow aura, fearlessly fought with his fists and feet against the weapons on the mountain.

There is no need to say much about Shan Shang's skills. Since he can climb to level 30 with his good friends, his martial arts skills are not in vain.

These two samurai swords are used quite beautifully, whether switching between offense and defense or attacking and returning together, the movements are graceful and neat, and there are occasionally many little surprises and clever ideas.

But these were actually within Ji Ming's expectations. What surprised him more was the Tajianghu who looked a bit too stereotypical.

With this attire and appearance, he is not a clown-like funny character, but a martial artist with real skills.

Although he is a Taekwondo master, his movements are actually mixed with many elements of other martial arts. At least his skillful hand skills are definitely not original.

It may be biased to simply define this as "stealing". In fact, it should be called "integration", which is the result of martial artists' long-term training on the road of seeking.

and so……

Didn't all the people in Silla become soldiers? Why was such a talented person working for a black king who had nothing to do with them?

While Ji Ming was thinking, the two had already fought from the stairs to the platform on the upper floor, and then slowly returned to the stairs in the fierce battle.

During the collision, Tajianghu's protective energy became thinner, and Shanshang's hands began to tremble uncontrollably under the influence of the dark force.

Both sides are already at their limits. If we continue to fight, either our condition will decline and we will lose miserably, or we will force the opponent to reveal his trump card and start a second round of tough battle.

If it was just a simple martial arts exchange, it wouldn't matter to either of them, and it could even help them hone themselves further, but now it was a battle, and they didn't want to see either of these two things.

So after fighting for a while, both sides launched a heavy blow at the same time, and then took the opportunity to distance themselves from each other.

Shanshang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. During the fight, Tajianghu punched him in the chest, leaving an obvious mark on his armor.

There was a bloody wound as long as a palm on Tajianghu's back. It was the mark that he failed to dodge and was almost cut off by Shanshang's powerful knife.

It was obvious that their strength was evenly matched. Just when Ji Ming was wondering whether they were going to use their ultimate move to decide the outcome, Shan Shang turned around with determination in his eyes.

"Mr. Crooked Tree, the situation is urgent now, let's kill him (emphasis)!"

Ji Ming:? ? ?
It turns out you are not stupid. I thought you were really ready to fight to the end!
Seeing that the Japanese ninja was using dirty tricks when he couldn't win, Tajianghu was actually planning to beat him up out of righteousness. Of course, he couldn't let this happen, so he took a deep breath and roared to the sky. "Senzan! Iris! How long do you want to watch the show?"

However, in the next second, a deafening roar was heard above everyone's heads.

Then came a huge shock that almost brought down the entire tower. A dark figure smashed the stone brick ceiling and fell heavily on this floor.

Considering that although many people in Gaul today have dark skin, at least Iris is relatively white, this man should be the so-called Mori Zan.

And judging from the colorful feather decorations and painted patterns on his body, he was probably a warrior from Africa.

Then why did [Sen Zan], who was as famous as Iris, fall to the ground in such a state of embarrassment as soon as he appeared on the stage?
"Stop shouting, I'm going to vote... No, I'm going to jump back!"

Iris, who had severely injured Sen Zan with a daring sneak attack, was happy to be the sixth one and went down the stairs to this floor. She was smiling smugly, but suddenly she closed her mouth.

Because Senzan, who is 24 years old and 1.8 meters tall, is considered to be a king of falling resistance. Although he suffered such a heavy blow, he did not die on the spot.

Instead, he staggered to his feet from the cracked ground amidst the teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking.

After prying his jaw back with his bare hands, the big boiled egg picked up his spear and shield, cursing with red eyes.

"Iris, you damned traitor!"

Unfortunately, Iris was not moved at all by his words and just spread her hands indifferently.

"Don't look at me like that. I haven't signed a contract with His Majesty Pisel yet. Remember, I'm still in the probation period. We agreed that I can withdraw at any time."

But Senzan obviously didn’t want to reason with him, and he was possessed by Brother Zuan, so he just opened his mouth and started cursing.

"I knew we couldn't trust the Gauls. Your integrity is as fake as your backbone!"

"That's definitely not as good as you. You're a big, strong man, but you have to kowtow to others every day and claim to be brave, but what have you protected?"

"you!"

It's a pity that although Sen Zan became the captain of the emperor's personal guard with his amazing martial arts talent, he is essentially an illiterate who has only studied antenatal education and has a vocabulary that is comparable to that of a person who has burned books and buried scholars alive.

So even though he was the one who made sense, he was still given a bad look by the endlessly sophistry of Iris...his face became dark and his neck became thick.

As an excellent student, Iris seemed to enjoy the feeling of bullying a fool. She stroked the round hilt of the sword at her waist and let out a series of giggles.

"You're speechless! I didn't even ask you for my salary for yesterday, and you just... Ugh!"

However, at this point, Iris's declaration of victory suddenly stopped. Looking at the circle of black air that suddenly appeared and tightly wrapped around his neck, everyone in the field changed their expressions.

And it was not just this that shocked them. Perhaps it was the intuition gained by martial artists through training, they also sensed a disgusting aura approaching rapidly.

thump!
Without hesitation, Sen Zan, who had been roaring just now, suddenly knelt on the ground, as pious and respectful as a believer who had seen the true God.

Charge up!

"Oh~~~"

break out!

"My great father! The benefactor of the Zulus! The protector of the church! The powerful ruler! The most powerful witch doctor in history! The dark god! The undefeated hero! The brave anti-colonialist... Please let me kneel down and pray to you! Jean Pisser Joseph Kaka, the one and only emperor of the world!"

My grandma said that I would not finish my prenatal education! This title is so long that I have to omit a paragraph to get rid of the suspicion of water words. Is this thing a running gag that even illiterate people can remember? ?

...Sen Zan, he just calls himself everyone's father. Are you really so filial that you have engraved all of this in your mind?

But no matter how much he complained, as he chanted like a spell, a pair of eyes and a set of white teeth really appeared behind Iris.

His teeth moved up and down as his eyes almost overflowed with anger.

"Iris Temple! You damned traitor! How dare you disobey the great Emperor of the World!"

Iris wanted to speak, wanted to struggle, but this curse was too fierce. It looked like smoke and clouds, but it completely controlled him.

And although the Black Emperor looked outrageous, the surging magic fluctuations could not be faked. Iris, who had no way to avoid it, was blown away by a powerful magical blast.

If the ancestors in his body had not taken action in time, flew out to protect his grandson, and used a counter-attack technique to help him relieve his strength, he would probably have directly crashed through the wall and performed a great show of a flying man.

Poor Matsui was in trouble. He had just regained his ability to move with two bottles of healing potion and was able to sit up with difficulty, but he was hit back by something coming towards him.

After defeating the traitor with his own hands, the world emperor Pisel, who had been hiding in the darkness, also stepped into the light.

...I have to say that he is really dark. Even in this bright light, I still can't see the lines of his face.

And maybe it's because he really wants to be the emperor of the world forever, the outfit Pikaka is wearing is really outrageous.

Looking around, the royal defense was broken, and the king's scepter changed hands; Gaul exclaimed, reappeared with the crown; the elite Luo was furious, wearing a golden laurel crown; China was in a state of tension, playing with the Double Dragon Orb in his hand.

In short, he put on all the clothes and accessories in the world that could or could not be related to the word "power".

He's just like an RPG player who values ​​strength above all else, he only asks for a high enough value and a strong enough effect. Even if it's a full set of women's clothing, he dares to put it on!
In any case, this did not prevent him from raising his voice and giving orders to everyone like an awakened dragon.

"Kneel down, you tiny invader! The merciful Emperor can spare your lives!"

As for why Pisel possesses such powerful strength and a set of equipment with real bonus effects, it is because of an eternal truth - krypton is invincible.

Although theoretically speaking, "Two Moons' Struggle" does not have any built-in paid content, but as the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and money makes the devil work.

Since Howard was able to earn money in real life and hire a group of players to help them look after the place during the internal beta test, now that the public beta test has started, of course he can obtain more resources through monetary transactions.

Therefore, within a short period of time, the trading business between the two worlds has expanded to the point where not only hiring players and purchasing equipment, but also real currency is about to have an exchange rate with Yangyue currency in a corner that Ji Ming doesn't bother to care about.

Therefore, Pikaka, who had accumulated a lot of wealth by various means and felt that it was hopeless to dominate the reality, put all the money he had collected into "The Struggle of Two Moons", intending to become the king of the other world, unify Yangyue, and reach the peak of his life.

What? You said that as the monarch of a small African country, even if he squeezed the poor people to death, his financial resources were not as good as that of the great Silla, and he was far inferior to Howard, the second generation of the White Eagle old money. Why was he still so confident?
Nonsense! Normal people...

Look at him. Can a normal person afford such an outfit for himself?

——Your Majesty is dreaming, children, please be quiet!
(End of this chapter)