When the angel of the moon, Sariye, saw that his opponent was Chu Cheng, his face also changed slightly, looking a little ugly. The Pope's castle has also done research on the representatives of these supernatural beings in the major leagues. Of course she knew where Chu Cheng came from. I also paid attention to Chucheng's game before. Although she is confident in herself, this opponent is indeed a bit too strong.
Not far from them, there was someone Lan Jue was familiar with in another arena.
A barista in white trousers, a white shirt, and brown suspenders stood there. His opponent was a gloomy man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties. If it weren't for the registration age, it would be absolutely impossible to falsify, and the barista would even think that the other party cheated.
His opponent held a black scepter in his hand, with a dark blue gem on it, emitting a faint light.
As soon as the electronic sound for the start of the game sounded, the thin man with the number 97 on it raised the black scepter in his hand and made a very weird sound.
The voice was jerky and unpleasant, but it had a strange resonance. With the lifting of his scepter, circles of distorted dark green halos rippled out from the scepter.
"Dark Mage!" The barista immediately recognized the other party's identity.
According to legend, dark mages are people who sold their souls to the devil to gain great power. Even in the dark castle, they are all different. Like the vampires, they don't like them very much, because they think these guys who study corpses are too dirty.
The barista also immediately understood why the dark mage looked so old. They had to sacrifice continuously to gain strength. The end result must be to sacrifice both body and soul to the devil, and the most powerful dark mage will become a lich.
In legends, liches exist at the level of rulers, but in the real world, liches are absolutely not allowed to appear. Once a lich appears, it will be immediately besieged by all the masters.
Because the lich symbolizes destruction and death, as long as there is a lich, there will inevitably be red land, plague, disease, and all kinds of negative things will spread rapidly, and even cause a world crisis.
Compared with the Lich, this dark mage is obviously still far away, but being able to stand here on behalf of the dark castle already means that he is powerful.
The barista didn't dare to be careless at all, his body jumped up quickly, and flew towards the opponent like a cannonball. The speed was as fast as lightning. He looked so elegant, but after the battle started, he gave people a humanoid beast like feeling.
A dark green halo fell on him almost instantly, and the barista felt the wind blowing around him, and he was in a trance, and his speed immediately slowed down.
Slow!
Slowness is a kind of mental attack, which originated from darkness!
The barista has rich combat experience, but his real strength is actually in the mecha. In terms of personal combat power, among the supernatural beings who came here this time, the accountant is not as good as him.
The barista was actually quite lucky to be able to make it to the fourth round. In addition, his cultivation base had indeed broken through to level nine, so he finally made it here. But today, his luck is obviously not so good.
Biting the tip of his tongue violently, he used the tingling pain from his mouth to wake himself up a bit. The barista jumped up and stamped his feet on the ground. His body suddenly swelled up.
The shirt and trousers on his body were quickly torn, revealing extremely exaggerated muscles.
On the rostrum, the gourmet who was holding Jun'er frowned. This guy, does he have to transform into a beast every game
The barista is certainly not a beast. His ability is called Muscle Explosion, which can instantly enhance his muscle power. Therefore, among all the supernatural beings on the Tianhuo Avenue, he is the strongest in terms of physical endurance.
This is also an important reason why he was able to become the Phantom of the Starry Sky in the mecha world, and was able to increase his hand speed to more than one hundred. It is because his body is stronger.
The suddenly strong body made him explode the effect of the slow halo in one fell swoop. With a vertical leap, he arrived in front of the dark mage, and smashed down his huge fist.
The dark mage stood there motionless, staring at him with cold eyes like poisonous snakes.
With a wave of the staff in his hand, a black light fell on the barista.
Suddenly, the barista felt that his body was out of control, and rushed to the side.
Chaos! A high-level dark ability, especially for baristas who are not good at long-range attacks.
The barista cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. His muscle explosion ability is stronger than his body, no matter attack, defense, or strength, it has a strong increase. After reaching level nine, once cast, the physical strength is even comparable to that of a mecha.
But there are advantages and disadvantages. Exploding muscles will make superhumans have super survivability, but they are also easy to be restrained. Those speed-type, long-distance attack-type, and control-type supernatural beings all restrained him.
Therefore, even though he has already reached the ninth level, the barista is still very aware of his own shortcomings. He came here this time to make up for it.
The previous few games were pretty good, and I didn't encounter any strong opponents. This time, it really is going to be a problem.
The chaos technique quickly distanced him from the dark mage, and the low-pitched incantations from the dark mage's mouth never stopped, each note spit out, giving people a weird and distorted feeling.
From the dark blue gem at the top of his scepter, a lavender halo burst out.
A burst of purple light suddenly shoots out and goes straight to the barista. The purple light does not seem strong at first glance, it is just an ordinary light beam, but if you look carefully, you will find that the purple light seems to be able to swallow people's souls. Being absorbed in the past, it actually makes people feel like they can't help but rush over.
Death Ray! A powerful dark psychic spell.
The barista who had just been hit by the chaos technique was unavoidable, and was instantly hit by the purple light. There were clearly visible changes on his body. A purple halo quickly appeared on the hit place, and his muscles shrank rapidly. It seemed to be collapsing towards the place where the light hit.
The barista's strong body shook violently, and a strange scene appeared. He even took off all his muscles like undressing. He broke out of his original appearance, ran forward a few steps, and shouted: "I admit defeat!"
The dark mage was originally surprised by his method of escaping the golden cicada, but since he had already conceded defeat, there was no point in fighting any longer.
The barista took a deep look at the dark mage before walking off the ring. After all, this is a competition, not a life-and-death struggle, and he never thought about getting a good ranking, it's almost enough, and it's better to keep some things that are at the bottom of the box.
The battle on their side ended quickly, but on the other side, the battle between Chu Cheng and the angel of the moon, Sariel, had just begun.
Fierce flames were burning on the ring, and Chu Cheng looked extraordinarily calm in this match. Layers of dark flames burst out from his body, constantly putting pressure on the angel of the moon, Sariel.
Sariye was originally a beauty, but at this time, the six white wings spread out on her back, giving people a pure beauty. Her title is the Angel of the Moon, and her ability is naturally related to the moon.
In the sky, a crescent moon hangs high, and the moonlight keeps falling on her body, enhancing her attack power.
Like other seraphs, Sariel's weapon is also a holy sword made of condensed light energy, and streaks of white light continuously cut through the flames in front of him. The power of light in the holy light keeps pushing away the breath of the underworld in the flames of Chu City, and the two sides are more of a pure energy competition.
On the surface, at least at the moment, they are evenly matched, but in fact, Sariel knows very well that the purpose of this fighting method chosen by Chucheng is very simple, that is to consume energy with her.
Chu Cheng is a level nine and seventh level supernatural being, and she is a level nine level six. There is a difference in cultivation between the two parties. In actual combat, of course, Sariel could not be Chu Cheng's opponent. However, Chu Cheng is doing this now for the sake of safety. In such a situation where energy is purely consumed and the energy of both sides is completely released to fill the entire arena, almost most of the sudden outbreak of fighting methods will not be effective. This is obviously not giving her a chance.
In fact, Chucheng has another purpose, and this purpose comes from Lan Jue's reminder. He wanted the angel of the moon, Sariel, to hold on for a while, so that he would lose more decently.
But, how could this be what Sariel wanted
Between the eyebrows, a small crescent moon pattern quietly emerged, and the six wings on the back of Sariye flapped, and suddenly flew backwards with her delicate body.
As soon as she retreated, the Pluto flames in front of her suddenly flourished, rushing towards her. Sariye's face was stern, and the holy sword in his hand was raised above his head. A deep Sanskrit singing sounded from her mouth.
The crisp sound of the hymn came out passionately, and the holy light on her body also burned quickly, like a flame. Forcibly blocking all the flames of the underworld from the outside world.
The crescent moon suspended above her head gradually turned into a full moon, and more silver-white moonlight fell on her body, making Sariel's momentum soar. The holy light on his body even began to transform from white to silver. The Pluto flame began to retreat steadily under the oppression of this strong holy light.
Chu Cheng looked at her in surprise, this was a desperate posture! As for it
On the rostrum, seeing this scene, the king of angels, Mirenda, nodded secretly. Among the six archangels, Sariel's cultivation ranks relatively low, and he is usually reticent, appearing very calm.