When Greem stood on the field again, he immediately sensed the imminent domineering aura from Mark on the opposite side.
In the previous life on Earth, arrogance may be just a metaphor, but in this high-magic world where even spiritual belief can become a powerful force, the real spiritual coercion and arrogance can really be felt.
Through the feedback from the chip, Greem preliminarily judged that the strength and physique of the opponent may be above 17 points, while the mental power may be slightly lower, with 16 points.
With such a powerful aura formed by the condensed body and spirit of such a powerful body, Greem felt in a trance that he was struggling in a powerful storm vortex in nature. The skin on the front of the entire body even felt a slight tingling and burning.
Greem frowned.
It seemed that I had to improve my mental strength as soon as possible, otherwise, just face to face with a senior apprentice, I would feel like I was under a strong pressure and couldn't breathe.
This is also because Greem's rank is too low. If he has the strength of an intermediate apprentice and can combine his own elemental power and spiritual power, he can form a personal protection similar to an energy field. At that time, when you encounter an enemy stronger than yourself, you won't be as naked as you are now.
Thunderbolt Tomahawk Mark is a burly man with a height of 2.5 meters, with a broad body and strong muscles. Even if the huge battle ax behind his back is not in his hand, the violent momentum of the whole body remains undiminished.
At this moment, he looked at Greem, who was a little thin, and couldn't help laughing.
"Boy, you are very kind! You dare to come here knowing that you will be abused today, hahaha... I like it."
Greem narrowed his eyes slightly, enduring all kinds of discomfort caused by the difference in rank, and choked slightly.
"Whether it is victory or defeat, it is still too early to tell. I hope Lord Mark will show mercy later!"
"Haha... It's easy to talk about. Although they said they would break your legs and feet and crush half of your bones, I, Mark, really like you. Good boy, you can actually faint the dead man Heimu and say It’s quite relieved. Hehe, my lord is happy today, and I only need to break your two legs. This bit of physical pain is considered a welcome gift to welcome you into the camp!”
"Uh..." Broken legs and hands may not really be considered an incurable injury here, but the pain during the treatment process is unavoidable. Therefore, Greem could only roll his eyes when he heard the other party talk about such an "emotionally hurtful" topic in a gifted tone, pretending that he was farting.
"Hey, are you all ready? I'm going to start the war here after the bets are settled! How long are you going to let me prepare?" Mark was obviously in a hurry, rubbing his big hands and shouting loudly towards the sidelines.
But on the sidelines, it was still crowded with people.
Crowds of senior apprentices and quasi-witches surrounded Mensa, loudly announcing their bets.
"170 magic crystals, bet on Mark to win!"
"230 magic crystals, bet on Mark to win!"
"90 magic crystals, bet on Mark to win!"
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On a huge fluorescent slab erected on the sidelines, the number of magic crystals pressing on Mark's side doubled and quickly reached a high point of 3680. On the other side, under Greem's name, hung 700 magic crystals alone.
This is Greem's own bet, otherwise everyone bet one-sidedly, I am afraid that this bet will really be very difficult to win.
Today's odds are far less exaggerated than yesterday's. After everyone's unanimous evaluation, the bald Afu took over the bet, and the odds given were 4:1. With such a gamble, if Greem misses and loses to Mark, in addition to suffering physically, he will also bear a considerable amount of gambling debt. At that time, I'm afraid I can only sell myself to the camp and slowly do tasks to pay back!
For the fighting lunatics in the camp, whether they make money or not is a trivial matter, and the vigor of the newcomer is what everyone is most happy to see.
However, just as the voice died down and the bald Afu was about to announce the start of the battle, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
"300 magic crystals, I beat Greem to win!"
Although the voice was not loud, it suddenly froze the atmosphere in the venue like a cold current, making everyone freeze for a moment before remembering to turn their heads to look at the owner of the voice.
black wood? !
It turned out to be Kuroki! ! !
At this moment, everyone felt a sense of ecstasy, day and night turned upside down. This... how is this possible? It's not surprising that everyone in the camp beats Greem, but it shouldn't be Heimu! Aren't we helping him vent his anger
Just as the crowd opened their mouths wide and were stunned, another voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.
"I also beat Greem to win, 270 magic crystals!"
Kevin! It's Kevin the Black Hand!
Everyone gasped, and the expressions on their faces were wonderful. As today's banker, for the first time, the bald Afu felt that today's sun was a bit dazzling, and the magic crystals piled up beside him were not so cute. Although he didn't have time to study those nagging divination techniques, he also vaguely felt that today's game was a bit beyond his control.
After glaring at Heimu and Kevin viciously, the bald Fu couldn't wait to shout loudly.
"The bet is set, I declare, and now the battle begins!"
Following Ah Fu's order, both sides in the arena immediately made big moves.
The strong man Mark swiped his hand, and the battle ax behind his back appeared in the huge palm like a cattail leaf. Along with crackling thunder and thunder, countless blue arcs swam and flickered around him.
Under the strong electric current induction, Greem, who was a hundred meters away, could smell the smell of the smelly electric current burning the air in the venue.
Even though he had great confidence in the crocodile hunter under him, Greem still didn't dare to block the long-prepared blow of Thunder Axe Mark. Stamping his right foot, under Greem's desperate urging, the crocodile hunter was already sneaking underground at the fastest speed.
Full of strength, Mark raised his head to the sky and let out a deafening battle cry, and launched a brutal charge towards the fast-diving crocodile with earth-shaking steps. His footsteps are not heavy, but every step he takes will leave a shallow pit full of cobweb-like fine cracks in place. He didn't take big steps, but he rushed to Greem before the alligator disappeared completely.
With a whimper, the evil wind hit the face, and the crocodile's thick long tail covered with thorns and sarcoids swung over, colliding with Mark's tomahawk full of thunderbolts.
There was a loud bang, followed by broken earth and gravel splashing everywhere and a small lightning storm that exploded suddenly.
Greem's body wrapped by the native hunter sank suddenly, completely submerged in the soil, and only then escaped the splash of mud and the attack of lightning by a small margin. Everyone could see clearly that before the magic crocodile dived into the ground, most of the long tail on the back half of its body had disappeared, and it looked extremely miserable.
At this moment, Mark stomped on the ground vigorously with both feet, and leaped high with the force of the impact. In the midair, he suddenly let out another violent shout, and gathered enough strength to throw the battle axe. The target was the one where Greem's body disappeared. place.
There was another earth-shattering bang, and the thunderbolt battle ax hit the ground with a blinding lightning storm, instantly smashing the ground into a huge pit more than half a meter deep. The lightning storm that exploded suddenly continued to explode at the bottom of the pit, burning the soil and sand into a glass-like substance.
Such a berserk blow, not to mention a frontal fight, even being involved in the aftermath, would either kill or injure a junior apprentice.
In everyone's keen spiritual perception, the life energy representing Greem was suddenly frustrated, and more than 2/3 of it disappeared in an instant.
But fortunately, the earth still suffered more damage for him, and what he suffered was only some shock aftermath, so the thunder strike of the strong man Mark did not kill him in seconds. This made everyone in the venue shake their heads and sigh with regret!
If that Mark had been faster and more powerful, perhaps that kid named Greem would have been suffocated directly in the shallow ground.
Junior apprentices want to challenge senior apprentices? What a joke! To be honest, Greem couldn't even take Mark's blow. Probably only a good-for-nothing like Hei Mu would be knocked to the ground by a little junior apprentice!
Bearing everyone's bewildered, mocking, or contemptuous gazes, Heimu covered his face under the shadow of a dark hood, only a pair of green will-o'-the-wisps were beating faintly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Only the black hand Kevin's face was cloudy and uncertain with the changes in the battle situation.
To be honest, Mark's frenzied lore at the beginning almost scared Kevin's soul away. The bet of 270 magic crystals was accumulated by Kevin over the past two or three years, and he hoped to exchange himself for a good enchanted dagger. This will make my brain get hot, and I will be smashed into the mud pit for no reason. Wouldn't it be that I lost my underwear!
What kind of support does that Greem have? Based on that magic crocodile, I'm afraid that as soon as it shows its head, it will be smashed into a pile of mud by the powerful Mark. Boy, kid, you must not cheat me, or I will block your door every day!
However, at this moment, Greem was hiding in the ground and vomiting blood.
The opponent's forceful blow really hurt him. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and desperately sneaked deep into the ground, the blow just now might have driven him out of the field. Even so, just the huge shock transmitted by the squeeze on the ground made him vomit three liters of blood, and he was almost paralyzed.
Sneaking quickly in the dark underground, Greem took advantage of the small space created by the puppet of the natives, and quickly treated his injuries. Only then did he throw out the new puppet that he had obtained through hard work last night with a grim face, and he drove the crocodile hunter to slowly float up.
Sure enough, Mark had long been prepared for Greem's sneak attack underground. The pair of leather boots on his feet are obviously a bit weird, they can stimulate extremely weird magic fluctuations, making the ground under him rock-solid, thus blocking all the earth-type witchcraft cast by the crocodile hunter.
In the end, Thunderbolt Tomahawk Mark simply sat cross-legged in the field, and shouted with disdain: "Boy, from now on, your attacks in the ground are useless to me. If you still want to fight, come out for me!" Go! If you want to spend it, then I will spend it with you. I don't believe that your puppet creature can last so long in the ground!"
Before the words fell, Mark stood up abruptly, and took the tomahawk in his hand again.
On the ground less than a hundred meters away from him, the alligator hunter was slowly rising to the surface, and Grimson's cold eyes were staring at him.
"Good boy, you're still very smart. Let Uncle Mark teach you what is called fighting today!"
After saying that, Mark's body was covered with blue arcs of free lightning again, and with a swing of the axe, he rushed forward with a howl.
"Didn't you always want to see my methods? Well, I'll let you see clearly now." Grimson sneered, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Come out, my berserk warrior!"
Following his call, the entire venue was instantly shattered.