I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

The appearance of the first victor and the first victim made their blood boil.

The fight between the occultist and the transcendent made them want to stop!

......

The forget-me-not, who was watching all this with satisfaction, suddenly trembled all over his body, and he realized that he hadn't seen Li Lin for a long time.

Everyone knows that if you let Li Lin out of sight, some very bad things will happen.

After pondering for a while, the forget-me-not appeared on the stage again, signaling the guests to keep quiet.

With the bloody start of the first duel where someone died, the atmosphere in the bar has been completely mobilized.

"Then, allow me to introduce you to the performers who will participate in the duel next—"

"First of all, the 'veteran' from France, who once passed death on the battlefields of the Somme, Marne and Verdun, but returned alive from hell..."

Accompanied by the exclamation of the guests, a man covered with scars appeared from behind the curtain. He was wearing a khaki military uniform and a pair of sunglasses.

Almost as soon as he appeared on the stage, that tragic atmosphere became intense on the stage.

"Then the challenger of the 'veteran' is this key hunter who is active in the mysterious world of Vienna and the civilized world. What he hunts is the [key] that surpasses the desires of the mortal—"

A roar came from behind the gray curtain, interrupting the introduction.

After seeing the huge figure revealed behind the curtain, both the forget-me-not and the guests in the audience fell into a kind of self-doubting silence.

It was a burning tank.

"Boring, I want to see blood flow into rivers."

Li Lin spoke suddenly.

153 Tank Xingyi Fist

Although this is an underground black fist without limits, but the tank...?

Compared with the key hunter driving the tank to the deathmatch, the guests present were more concerned about how he drove the tank.

For Master Li who has a system desktop, let alone a tank, as long as he is given time, the steel torrent can move out.

The veteran who had survived many battles on the stage immediately widened his eyes. The tank in front of him reminded him of the Hell Battle of the Somme like a meat grinder.

"I protest!" The veteran's hoarse voice was like a broken gong, "This is a duel, not a war!"

"Stupid and ignorant." Li Lin's ridicule came from the tank cover, "You think this is a tank? Wrong."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Compared to the first revenge match where there was a disagreement, they preferred to watch this kind of match with harsh words.

What's more, in terms of attracting attention alone, Li Lin, who doesn't talk about martial arts, has won too many exiles.

As time passed, more and more people bet on Li Lin.

"Boy, don't try to deceive a veteran's eyes." The veteran snorted coldly, "This is clearly a tank captured from France!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Li Lin looked up to the sky with a long smile: "All kinds of martial arts, this is Tank Xingyi Fist!"

Fighting hard and rushing unobstructed, fists are like cannons opening the way, how can tanks not be used as traditional martial arts?

Master Li slapped the steering wheel of the tank with a slap, and the metal skill · melting gold was activated.

The pulsation originating from the depths of the metal began to burn, and the tank that had been dead for several years let out a deep hiss.

The veteran suddenly felt a fierce breath rushing towards his face, and he realized that the tank in front of him... came alive.

Under his increasingly horrified gaze, the tank's tracks began to rotate rapidly, and the turret on the top also began to rotate 360 ​​degrees rapidly. Molten metal poured out of its gun barrel, and the gray curtain floating around it was crisp and clean. The earth was torn and burned.

What's even more frightening is that Li Lin, who was sitting in the car, explained his tactics in a rhythmic manner.

"This move is the chopping fist in Xingyiquan. With this punch, I will smash his head!"

The sound of howling wind came from above the veteran's head. He raised his head and watched with piercing eyes as the gun barrel of the tank rose high and then fell at an unimaginable speed. The khaki military cap was blown upside down.

The veteran didn't even have time to draw his gun, so he rolled over on the spot.

"Hmph, want to escape? Have you escaped after 20 years of effort?"

After the words fell, the gun barrel suddenly extended by half, driven by the melting metal technique, it stabbed the ground under the veteran, and then lifted him into the air.

"This is the drill fist in Xingyi, vowing to throw the object on the fist into the air, as if piercing through the sky."

In Li Lin's inexplicably impassioned explanation, the veteran's body turned half a circle in the air, but when he was about to land, he was hit in the chest by the extended barrel again!

"This is Beng Fist."

The veteran's eyes widened and protruded, and he wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. The pair of sunglasses fell off at some point, revealing his eyes covered by white shades.

He is blind.

Li Lin, who beat the handicapped violently, didn't feel ashamed at all: "Let's use this trick to get rid of you, Paoquan!"

Powerful heat spewed out from the gun barrel, blasting the veteran out of the arena, and the guests in the audience exclaimed to get out of the way, watching the experienced veteran lying on the ground like a dead dog, unable to move.

"...It seems that the old soldier has completely lost consciousness, and the winner of this duel is self-evident." The contradictory voice of the forget-me-not sounded, "But, Mr. Key Hunter, I don't think you can open it. It is the behavior according to the rules to lead a tank to a duel."

"So from the next duel onwards, no one is allowed to use a tank-like weapon of war."

Forcibly driven by the metal melting technique, the tank, which had already reached the end of its strength, fell apart, and Li Lin's disdainful laughter came from the smoke and dust.

Can't use other crooked methods without tanks?

After the duel, no reporter as Li Lin imagined rushed up to interview him, which made Li Lin, who was planning to make a big splash, sigh deeply.

But it's a good thing that there are no annoying reporters. Li Lin took out the hawthorn wood wand and touched his forehead. Antlers as crystal as white jade grew from his forehead, and a rich golden-purple glow wrapped around his shoulders.

The power of Sichen Twohorn shielded him, allowing him to pass through the gray veil.

The fifth and sixth players have already entered the field, and the players after the seventh do not know what kind of dirty tricks they will face.

On the stage, two extraordinary men from the British Druid sect and the Nordic shamanism were fighting fiercely. Taking this opportunity, Li Lin pulled out a crowbar, knocked a passing non-human disciple unconscious with a sap, and stripped off his clothes on his body. set.

The inhuman disciple Li Lin chose looked like a blackened zucchini, and held a triangle in his hand as a simple prop.

After picking up the triangle iron with disgust on his face, Li Lin slammed the crowbar all the way to entertain himself.

"Sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife..."

Contestant No. [-] is a alien from the gray moors of Northern Ireland. It barely maintains its human form, except for the profuse hair and the raised hairs on the sides of its head, making it look like the target of some Fury control ecstasy .

"So Fu Ruikong deserves to die."

After saying this, Li Lin pushed the door in with the plate he brought from the front desk, and put the tray full of fruits and drinks on the table under the cold and merciless gaze of contestant No. [-].

Li Lin's disguised disciple did not arouse the suspicion of No. [-], the alien species. He also had no doubts about the fruit plate and drinks sent by the Walden Lake Bar, and naturally devoured them like a storm.

Li Lin outside the door laughed, and then returned to the front desk again, took a new fruit plate and drink to the corner of the stairs, took out Hufflepuff's golden cup from the dark green tabletop, and poured out a drop of colorless and odorless liquid very skillfully .

Hufflepuff's gold cup doesn't always follow the principle of equivalent substitution, so Li Lin generally treats it as an automatic garbage sorting machine. In addition, it will produce a special thing every seven days.

[Characteristics: Gift.In an even older age, this was a gift from the Plenty Valley, and even now, its gift still has an unforgettable taste. 】

[Every seven standard days, a "gift" will randomly appear in the gold cup. 】

This "gift" is mostly useless gadgets, such as chewing gum, fat house happy water, etc., but sometimes there will be some props that are quite suitable for Master Li, such as being poured by him. Special liquids that go into beverages.

【Delayed Jet·Wallace】

[Sex: Cup]

【"Student Tang Zeguiyang, what happened?"】

After contestant No. [-] also drank his drink, Li Lin did the same thing again and returned to the front desk to bring a new fruit plate.

In order to prevent his identity from being recognized multiple times, he unscrupulously stunned the three disciples. When the final No. 16 contestant also drank the juice, Li Lin finally took off his mask. lol.

"Do you like this farce that much, sir?" The exile's voice suddenly came from behind Li Lin.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!" Li Lin was startled and said angrily.

Immediately, Li Lin realized that even if the other players were knocked down, there was still a most difficult exile waiting for him.

Li Lin's gaze suddenly became unfriendly.

154 Intrinsic

As mentioned in the last book, at that time Li Lin was still thinking about how to drug the exiles. On the stage, the werewolf alien from the gray wasteland of Ireland and the priest of the Orthodox Church had already fought.

This alien who was born in a foreign place in Ireland was able to barely use reason to restrain his animal nature when he was in the audience, so as to maintain his human form. However, after announcing the start of the deathmatch, he rushed like a wild dog who saw shit. out.

"Ouch-"

It's not so much howling as a wolf, but seeing a toy husky.

It's just that an ordinary husky will not be more than three meters tall, and its tail will not be a poisonous snake covered with thin black scales.

"What kind of dog is this?" Even Li Lin was attracted by this majestic dog.

"The blood of Cerberus, this kind of heterogeneous blood that only lives in Northern Ireland is born with harsh frost. They are born to belong to the believers of the eulogy poet, but this one is different."

The exile grabbed the handle of his gun, hooked it with his index finger and spun half a circle in the air, as if to aim.

"The muscles and hair on its body are like knives... Hehe, it's really scary. Could it be the creation of the Golden General?"

But the gray wasteland has never been the territory of the golden general, or is it that the commander of the winter power, the commander and the god of destruction are also infiltrating that extraterrestrial land?

The Si Chen whose power includes the winter aspect criterion is not the only mourning poet, the colonel and the split wolf also hold the winter aspect criterion domain.

"Lionsmith? Impossible." Li Lin shook his head and denied, "He is full to do this?"

The exile cast a surprised look at Li Lin when he heard the words. There are really few extraordinary people who can call Si Chen by his name directly and speak nonsense.

Seeing the shocked appearance of the exile, Li Lin laughed, and leaned his head secretly to brag: "Let me tell you a secret, I am actually the son of the lion craftsman, a descendant of Si Chen with noble blood..."

"...?"

The exile was puzzled, looked Li Lin up and down, and then stopped talking.

Why doesn't she remember that she has a brother?

Seeing Li Lin's words getting more and more outrageous, the exile finally couldn't hold back the idea of ​​complaining: "From the perspective of age...you are too far behind the golden general, and you have rashly started a relationship with Si Chen, Not a good thing.”

Li Lin, who was slippery for a while, also came to his senses, and quickly remedied: "You are right, if it doesn't work, I will suffer a bit and let him take advantage of it and become my son."

The exile slipped his hand and the gun almost went off.

Li Lin over there is still immersed in reverie, that's Si Chen, what will he want after he gets close?

At this time, the battle on the stage was approaching white-hot.

The heterogeneous werewolf who didn't know what he believed in jumped at the Orthodox priest, and the solemn-looking priest took out a machine gun from under his robe.

No matter how outrageous Master Li's previous battles were, his operation of driving a tank up with lightning and five consecutive whips still inspired quite a lot of people.

In addition, this Russian priest seemed to have an extraordinary love for violence by nature, so that he followed suit and rushed up against the attack of the werewolf alien species.

Li Lin looked extremely apprehensive in the audience, he had to prescribe the medicine to them early, otherwise the machine gun would be overkill?

Realizing that the exile was by his side, Li Lin couldn't express a look of secret joy, but it would kill Master Li if he kept silent and pretended to be calm.

So under the strange gaze of the exile, Li Lin triumphantly stretched out three fingers and pointed to the stage: "Do you dare to bet with me?"

He forgot his bad luck of losing a hundred games in a row.

"What bet...?"

Before the exile finished speaking, he heard exclamations from the audience.

The first was the gray giant wolf. Before it was about to pounce on the machine gun priest, it kicked its hind legs hard, trying to use the force of the recoil to cross the machine gun barrage.

However, with this movement, its poisonous snake-like tail was raised high, and a muffled sound came from its stomach.

Under everyone's shocking gaze, this formerly ferocious alien was quickly enveloped in a foul-smelling yellow mist.

It shed its shit.

The priest with the machine gun in his arms was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

It was probably the opponent's sudden removal of feces that made him realize that his victory was close at hand.

The problem was that the interval between Li Lin giving them the medicine did not last long. When the priest straightened the bullet chain and was about to pull the trigger of the machine gun in his hand, severe pain came from his twitching stomach.