The Black Book

The death of two companions awakened the remaining team members from the mental oppression. They urged their stiff bodies and shot at Zhu Haomiao like crazy, venting their fear and anger.

"Ahhhhhhh! Stupid!!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Come on! Bitch!"

Dadadadada~~

The dense metal storm covered a radius of more than ten meters, but before they fired, Zhu Haomiao ejected and started as if he had predicted the future, turning into a black streamer and rushing into the crowd.

Dadada~

The bullets chasing his figure hit his own people along the way. Even with the protection of armor, a few unlucky guys were still beaten and trembled on the spot.

"Precise shooting! Hand-to-hand combat! Don't shoot randomly!!"

Muriel Frankel in the air shouted in the internal channel to stop the stupid behavior of the team members.

But she also knew that the team members must vent their suppressed fears, otherwise they would be about to collapse without the enemy's attack!

In a state of anxiety, she could only secretly pray that the reinforcements from the strategic points around her could arrive as soon as possible!

Otherwise, her constellation tactical team alone would not be able to hold out for long!

Damn it!

Why would such a super-sized monster appear in the first heaven? ! !

Gnashing her silver teeth secretly, Muriel Frankel blocked all distractions in her mind and locked onto the erratic dark figure on the ground with her mental power.

Bang!

An inch-long armor-piercing bullet fell from the sky. Zhu Haomiao, who was about to kill an enemy, dodged sideways, and the arc of the sword in his hand was obviously deflected and paused.

It was just such a moment of obstruction. The enemy, who had no time to react, raised his gun to block it, and the thick alloy gun body was split in half on the spot.

Boom!

The explosion, like a small artillery shell, blasted a mud fountain beside him. The lucky man who escaped death decisively threw away the broken gun in his hand and bounced back.

Zhu Haomiao sneered imperceptibly, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand drew a Z shape, chasing the enemy like a thorn in the flesh.

The enemy suspended in the air could not make a large angle change of direction, and could only shift his head as much as possible to try to avoid this thrust.

However, the cold and shining sword blade drew a beautiful and condensed arc, accurately hitting his shifted head.

The thin facial armor was penetrated like butter, and the long sword was inserted into the center of the eyebrows, penetrated the cranial cavity, and stabbed out from the back of the head.

[Jealousy] +100, [Anger] +300

Shh~

Pulling back the sword, Zhu Haomiao gently swung the sword flower, shook off the brain stained on it, smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Absolute power, extreme speed, bullet-time-like nerve reactions...

The enemy's movements were like slow motion in his eyes, and there was no need for any fancy moves. The shortest distance between two points was a straight line, and a simple thrust could easily kill them!

In the dark, Zhu Haomiao felt a sense of returning to the original state.

"Fxck!!"

In the sky, seeing that her sniper failed to save her teammates, Muriel Frankel couldn't help but let out a roar of anger, and her bloodshot eyes were filled with anger and fear that could no longer be suppressed.

In just a few minutes, more than half of her golden team was lost, while the enemy was unscathed!

Even under the protection of that damn [Tian Gang Jin], he didn't even have a trace of dirty dust on him. His bright and beautiful appearance didn't look like he had experienced a brutal battle at all, but like a nobleman dancing at a banquet!

It's just that he danced with the broken limbs and arms of his own team members, and the blood and brains that were sprayed and splashed...

Looking at the elegant, evil, and cruel black shadow on the ground, Muriel Frankel gritted her teeth in pain.

This can no longer be called a battle, it's just a one-sided massacre!

Even though she had been prepared for a life-and-death battle with the Dragon's descenders, she had not expected it to be this cruel!

Just as Muriel Frankel was in despair, a burly black shadow rushed into the battlefield.

The two-meter-high door shield was like a thick wall, and the heavily armored figure used his body as a shield, like a cannonball, and rushed towards Zhu Haomiao fearlessly.

Just as he was about to cut the dying enemy with his sword, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the alloy shield that was coming at him, and did not stop the action in his hand, but just clenched his other fist and raised his hand to punch out.

Boom!

A circle of spherical shock waves suddenly exploded, and the terrifying overpressure ripples spread instantly. Even Muriel Frankel in mid-air was blown left and right by the strong wind, and it was difficult to stabilize her body.

On the ground, Zhu Haomiao's figure swayed slightly, and the long sword in his hand was slightly deflected. The sword force that was originally intended to strangle the opponent's head ended up cutting the opponent's upper body in half diagonally.

On the other side, the warrior who collided with him took a bow step and carried a shield, but the brutal and savage force made him retreat uncontrollably. His two legs plowed two deep grooves on the ground, and he kept rubbing until he stood still more than ten meters away.

The unstoppable force made his arms sore and tingling, his bones creaked, his internal organs were slightly injured, and a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.

Removing the giant shield, the heavily armored warrior looked at the handsome boy standing there with awe.

He tried his best to charge with a shield, but failed to save his comrades, and was knocked back more than ten meters by the enemy's hasty punch!

In that seemingly slender body, there was a power more brutal than a dragon!

Swallowing the blood that surged up his throat, the heavily armored warrior glanced at the twitching corpse on the ground and spoke solemnly and respectfully.

"Odin's warrior, [Frost Shield] Sigurd Holmberg greets you."

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao looked at the thin layer of ice attached to the edge of his broken fist and nodded to him with interest.

"China·Zhu Haomiao."

After speaking, Zhu Haomiao turned his head slightly and looked at the figures that appeared around him. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

The appetizers were not even finished, and the main course and dessert came up...

How could this be embarrassing?

"Britain, [White Tower Wizard] Nascimento Newman."

"Italy, [Paladin] Amber Brown."

"Bolang, [Druid] Maris Farmer."

Four people led four golden teams to surround Zhu Haomiao. Even though they knew that they would have to fight each other, both sides still followed the most basic etiquette of the [Ascension Tournament], exchanging names and greeting each other.

After the hypocritical greetings, Zhu Haomiao looked around, clenched the long sword in his hand, and pursed his lips eagerly.

The process is over, it's time to eat!

On the other side, the reinforcements who had just arrived at the battlefield noticed that Zhu Haomiao's eyes were not full of fear of being surrounded, but full of joy of seeing the prey. They all had an ominous premonition in their hearts.