Chapter 415 Fist of Fury, Spiral Demonic Sword
Fists of Fury.
A demonic ritual weapon in the shape of a fist glove.
Yeats returned to Sapphire Manor, took off his disguise, weighed the glove in his hand, and lamented how easy it was to get this ritual object.
"With a little trick, I got such an important treasure!"
The little red squirrel stood on the desk and praised seriously:
"As expected of the two of us!"
There is no credit for your contribution this time!
Yeats did not care about the shameless drill and carefully placed the glove in the wooden box.
Examine carefully.
"Fist of Fury" seems to be made of the leather of some kind of fire elemental monster. The surface of the fist glove is covered with deep red lines. The red light flashes in the lines, like magma. It emits a red shimmer in the dim box. Even the wood The box became hot.
"Made from hellhound leather."
Mammon's eyes were venomous as he revealed the material of this ritual vessel.
"Although not as big as the big guy who guards the underworld, the Hell Demon Dogs are also very troublesome. They live in the crater where Hell erupts. The Furious Demon God sacrificed a lot of hard work to catch them."
"Put on the gloves, this punch must not hit hellfire?"
Yeats has a strong secondary sense. He really likes this red weapon that is common among hot-blooded and fire-fighting protagonists. I feel that it is both violent and aesthetic.
Wouldn't it be better to use the red form from the beginning? ·JPG
The black cat rolled his eyes, seemingly speechless at Yeats' naivety.
"Is it rare to shoot the fire of hell? Don't forget that your flame of judgment is essentially fire of brimstone and has the same origin as the fire of hell."
Yeats said: "I understand this. The enemy and we have the same origin."
What do you know?
Mammon shook her head to avoid being led astray by Yeats, and continued:
"Look at the knuckles of the gloves. The metal-like parts inlaid there are actually the scales of the lava earth dragon. After being tempered by the earth's fire, they are both hard and sharp."
Yeats followed it and saw the protrusion on the glove.
Much like finger tiger.
Yeats thought that when he clenches his fist and strikes, the dragon scales on the outside of the glove can act as a sharp edge, similar to the principle of pointing a tiger.
"The raging demon has cursed this glove. When you put on the glove, your mind will be filled with anger and the desire to kill." Mammon said, "But this is also a necessary process to master the power of this rage, Yeats , you can try it on now”
"Are you sure there is no danger?"
"I'm here, hurry up!"
With the familiar contract, if something happens to you, the black cat will also suffer misfortune. At least for now, it will not harm you.
Yeats took out the gloves from the wooden box.
As soon as he touched it, a burning sensation came from his fingertips. The temperature was about a thousand degrees Celsius. Yeats had no choice but to activate the moonlight fighting energy to resolve it.
After holding it in his hand and observing it for a moment, Yeats first put his fingers into one of the gloves.
boom!
Yeats seemed to be able to hear the roar of Qi and blood in his body.
Anger, hatred, roaring, wild and violent desires burned in his chest like a flame, his beating heart was like a bursting drum, and hot blood burst out and was sent to his limbs and bones.
Buzz.
Yeats's temples were throbbing with veins, his face had turned red, and then quickly turned from red to purple, and he said hoarsely:
"Is this thing... so powerful?"
"This is normal."
Mamen said calmly: "You have only absorbed part of the power of rage, which is pretty good. That guy, the Raging Demon God, is covered in purple... like a piece of purple potato."
"What you have to do now is to endure this power." Mammon's tone softened, "If you really can't hold it in anymore, just take your hand out and try again later!"
Just kidding, is there any reason why it won’t work once?
Yeats tried his best to maintain his breathing rate, trying to let his body adapt to this violent force, but the congestion in his brain was very uncomfortable, so Yeats called up the panel and whispered:
"Panel, help me!"
In an instant.
A cool feeling rose from his chest and quickly spread to his limbs, extinguishing Yeats' boiling fighting spirit like a fire.
Under Mammon's surprised gaze, Yeats's expression returned to normal, and his tense body quickly relaxed.
How could he digest the power of rage so quickly?
Mammon thought to herself that it seemed that Yeats did have an extraordinary talent for bearing divinity.
No wonder he can become the choice of so many goddesses...
His body is not resistant to divinity at all!
Mammon tutted and praised Yeats's physique.
This kind of physique that is not afraid of divine conflict is really greedy, and Mammon admires it very much!
"Hoo——"
Yeats exhaled slowly and listened to the cold mechanical sound in his ears.
"You have obtained, Broken Law·Rage!"
It is difficult to describe the laws accurately, and they are generally related to the areas in which the gods are responsible.
In Yeats's view, this is similar to the "Tao Fruit" in the novels about cultivating immortals.
Each law is unique and filled with the exclusive divinity of the god.
Yeats gazed into the realm of the soul, and sure enough he found the emblem of an angry demon, which resembled a Beijing temple made of skulls.
"Using the Fist of Fury together with the Law of Fury, I can deal considerable damage with my bare hands."
Yeats thought to himself: "In close combat, this violent power is extremely effective. While the pain sensation is reduced, reaction force, endurance and arm strength will be comprehensively improved, but there will be a period of weakness afterwards..."
The weak period is not a big problem. You can make up for it by eating well. Besides, the most important thing in Yeats's family is medicine.
Medicinal food is also medicine!
"The Fist of Fury, in my opinion, is more powerful than the Blood King Spear." Mammon commented, "But you are a bard, I'm afraid you won't be able to use this demonic weapon a few times..."< br>
"What happened to the bard?"
Yeats clenched his fist into a fist and said with great power in front of the kitten:
"As a bard, it makes sense to master boxing!"
Mammon's eyes were complicated.
How to describe this situation...in the words of Yeats...
Part-time poet! Poets hold!
Compared with the process of contracting Behemoth and subduing Mammon, the process of obtaining the Wrath Ritual Item was much easier... Yeats was mentally calculating how many ritual items were left.
Currently, I already have four ritual tools in my hand: "Rage", "Gluttony", "Jealousy", and "Greed". I still need to collect "Pride", "Lust" and "Sloth" to recast Nibel. Dragon Root Ring, use the power of the Nibelung Ring to ascend to the Holy Land.
The "Lust" ritual is a necklace that increases charm, and the "Sloth" ritual is an invisibility cloak.
As for the Dawn Star diamond, which symbolizes "arrogance", it has been stolen by Lady Black Rose. The relationship between her and Louis, Yeats deduced that when the nightmare Abaddon is killed and the nightmare that troubles Louis is resolved, the truth will naturally come to light...< br>
"For now, let's win the duel tournament first and get the golden sword "Jiuvayus"..."
Yeats thought: "Give this to the King of the Wild Hunt, and he promises to impart the blessing of the Wild Armor to me."
"Both the mad armor and the power of rage are short-term burst abilities. The combination of the two can give me an advantage even in holy realm battles, which is enough for me to use for a long time..."
According to the grouping, the opponent in the next round of the semi-finals is the orc sword master.
"It felt like it was a tough move, so I just opened it up, danced with the rhythm of the lyre, and controlled him..." Yeats murmured.
Drill Tooth sighed.
It's really uncomfortable to play against a bard. Not only will you be seduced, ridiculed, and hypnotized, but you will also have to dance in public and embarrass yourself in public!
……
After Yeats stole the Wrath Ritual, the Mist believers who stayed in the forest complained that they had been deceived.
This colleague is simply not a human being!
How dare you pretend to be the Goddess of the Mist and cheat!
The masked man gritted his teeth.
Isn't he afraid of divine punishment? !
Fortunately, this time, two masters of the sixth ring were deceived... The masked man fled in embarrassment, looking back at the two arrogances that caught up, comforting himself in his heart.
——I followed the way of the mist! It's worth dying!
boom!
Atas's fist came from behind and engulfed the flying masked man, causing him to fall on the spot.
Violet, who was disguised as an old man in gray robe, called him a reckless man in her heart.
Now the clue is gone! Where else can we find out the real culprit behind this? There is no point in staying here anymore, Violet sighed in her heart, but it is a pity that Duke Yeats gave me the idea with good intentions, but I did not implement it well at all, and I failed to live up to his good intentions!
Bang——
Violet noticed that Atas was not good at illusions, so she waved her hand to create clouds and got away.
This cloud and mist spell is not a mist spell, but an illusion created by the wind element. Violet often performs it with the Dragon Eagle King, and is very skillful in it.
Atas was in the clouds and mist, and it was difficult to tell the direction. When he escaped, the old man in gray robe had already disappeared, his face was as dark as water, and he was filled with regret.
“Not only did we not uncover the real culprit, we also damaged the Fist of Fury for nothing!”
Atas's face was ugly, his chest was congested, and he had nowhere to vent. He sighed heavily and slapped the big tree beside him with his palm.
Boom——
Giant trees collapsed, and birds flew up in the silent night.
Attas maintained his last shred of reason and tried to analyze:
"Who is so capable, knowing that I have a weapon of rage on my body?"
"If the ritual objects on my body are lost, who will be the biggest beneficiary?"
soon.
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The figure of Hastings, the candidate for the next duel, appeared in front of Atas's eyes.
Attas was furious, and immediately concluded that Hastings was responsible for all this, and gritted his teeth.
"Despicable lackey of the Holy See, I will definitely make you pay the price!"
……
The next day.
Roland Arena.
In the box covered by silk curtains, the handmade sofa was covered with velvet. Yeats leaned on the sofa and looked out from the window sill with a wide view. He saw thousands of spectators cheering enthusiastically, and the atmosphere at the scene had reached a climax.
Today is the day of the duel with Atas and Hastings.
Yeats thought.
In order to get the protection of King Roland, Attas will do his best at all costs. As for Hastings... he simply enjoys the battle.
Attas lost his weapon of rage, and the possibility of defeating Hastings was slim. Yeats came here mainly to see what trump card Atas could use against Hastings.
On the field.
Two players face off against each other.
Attas was glaring with anger, wearing a bronze helmet, shoulder-strap leather armor and skirt armor, holding a spear and a round shield, just like the classic appearance of a Spartan gladiator.
On the other hand, Hastings was dressed in pitch black armor and a faceless helmet. He stood tall, his breath was cold, and he held a strange-looking sword with a spiral pattern in his hand.
Yeats narrowed his eyes, stared at the sword, and murmured:
"Could this sword be..."
Spiral Demonic Sword, Kaladboga!
Legend has it that this sword was made by the elves of the Kingdom of God and contains the thunder of the gods!
Dangdang——
The bell signals the start of the game.
Attas roared angrily, and suddenly threw his spear. The spear drew a sharp arc, with its sharp edge exposed, and shot straight into Hastings' chest.
At the same time, Atas charged fiercely like a red-eyed bullfighting bull. Spears are not the weapon Atas is good at. Close combat is his most powerful weapon!
Hastings's breath was cold, and he stared coldly at Atas who rushed forward, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes under the visor.
Is that all?
Zheng!
Hastings drew his sword.
No one could clearly see the trajectory of the sword swing.
A long and narrow crack was seen in the center of the arena. The gravel on both sides of the crack flew away, and the sharp sword energy surged and shot towards Atas's chest.
It was just an ordinary sword strike that made the entire arena scream in surprise.
Violet and Galina, who are good at swordsmanship, were in the spectator seats with different expressions.
Hastings didn't even use any combat skills. He just relied on his ultimate understanding of swordsmanship to "cut" the ring with ease!
The first moment it touched the sword wind, the golden buckler in Atas's hand broke instantly, unable to withstand even a single breath!
There was an uproar around the stands, as if they had seen the bloody scene of Atas being split into two by this sword!
However.
Athas crossed his arms.
Bang!
The sword struck his arm, but it made a clanging metallic sound.
While exploding a burst of blood mist, Atas' figure was pushed back two steps.
He still stood firm, put down his bloody hands, and looked as if he felt no pain, baring his teeth in a wild and violent smile.
"How can a mere epic weapon compare to a well-trained body!"
Suddenly, Atas let out a long roar, his body swept away the afterimage, and was already approaching Hastings!
"You blocked the sword energy with your arms?" Gray said in surprise.
Yeats said: "Because he is a sports student, he can kill Hastings with a sliding shovel...probably."
Atas roared:
"Come! Fight!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With punches, knees, legs, and elbows, Atas brought every offensive aspect of his body to its fullest. The continuous attacks were like a gust of wind and rain, with jabs, knees, and leg sweeps intertwined into a violent web. Hastings wrapped tight!
Hastings's eyes moved slightly.
He defended unhurriedly, as if observing Atas's attack with great interest.
"You are actually in a daze!"
Atas was furious and punched hard, causing a sonic boom.
Bang!
Hastings caught Atas's fist.
There was silence.
Atas's eyes widened in shock.
Immediately, Hastings twisted Atas' arm inch by inch like a twister.
Click, click!
Atas's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked at the man in black armor in disbelief.
Powerlessness and fear creep into my heart!
The man was silent.
Boom!
With one kick, Atas vomited blood, his body was as stooped as a shrimp, and he flew backwards for more than ten meters like a cannonball, falling heavily to the ground.
Rumble——
At some point, dark clouds gathered over the arena.
Amidst the dull thunder, Hastings didn't look at Atas anymore, but just crossed his arms dully.
Dangdang——
The bell heralds the winner.
Hastings left the venue directly, leaving Attas with a bitter look up at the gray sky, and then passed out.
Wow!——
It's raining heavily.
Although having the Fist of Fury couldn't change anything, the game ended very quickly.
Yeats lamented: "A heavy rain ruined Attas' championship dream."
"What a crushing victory." Gray said seriously, "Yeats, you have to be careful, don't let that guy continue to be so arrogant!"
Yeats nodded and said to himself: "Anyway, there is no drug test in this world. It is necessary to take some strong drugs before the final..."
“Use the legendary kitchen utensil ‘Arenir’ to stew the epic ‘Hydra Tail’, and your physical strength and recovery will increase dramatically!”
Thinking of this, Yeats looked in the direction of the Food Association and thought to himself:
"After the next game, it is necessary to go to the Food Tower again..."
(End of chapter)