Chapter 862: Storm Chapter 862 Chapter 862: Storm Chapter 862 The Ogre Sorcerer ridiculed, “As expected of a piece of trash, not even brave enough to battle with ?”
San ‘Han’s Gale seed completely unaffected by the opponent’s ridicule, saying indifferently, “I’m not interested in the fragnts of Reaper’s Scythe, I still think the Dragon Horn is better.”
The audience was speechless. In reality, everyone knew that he saw the Ogre as too powerful and facing him was like battling two people at once; he couldn’t win.
But now this guy counted as one of their own, so no one exposed him, though they all muttered in their hearts. Indeed, befitting a race that once boasted that they were the best in the universe, they truly had thick skin. Just looking at his smiling face, you could tell he thought it was a matter of course, shalessly composed, truly formidable.
“Co up then, the advantage shouldn’t be ours alone.” The Ogre waved his hand, teleporting the opponent up.
And Mocha Dragon Tooth was teleported into the arena as well. Mocha was his character na, and Dragon Tooth was a surna of honor within the Lizardman Tribe, not sothing just anyone in the ga could earn.
Only the best players could be recognized by an NPC of the Lizardman race and be graced with such a surna, gaining the bloodline that ca with it.
You should know, their worshipped Demigod was a Draconid of Dragon king lineage, and only a few lineages like Dragon Tooth, Dragon Claw, Dragon Wing, etc., could possess such surnas.
Mocha said, “Choosing as your opponent was your mistake.”
When Mocha spoke these words, he was very calm, without any emotion or ripples on his face, as if he was stating a re fact.
But Gale heard extre disdain in this calmness, a sarcasm so masked it drove one crazy.
“You barbarians are insanely arrogant. Only by fighting will you understand what true despair is,” Gale retorted, not to be outdone, originating from San ‘Han.
“Then bring it on,” Mocha was still without ripples, “Don’t waste my ti, I’m here only to find Prairie Fire, only he can be considered my opponent.”
“Damn it, then I’ll let you witness soone stronger.” Gale was completely enraged, if looking down on him was one thing, he was nothing, but having another considered the true opponent was unbearable.
Anger aside, he charged at Mocha with the Shield in hand, taking large strides.
Mocha also took large strides towards Gale, both of them were from classes without charge skills. Of course, a Shaman could transform into a ghost wolf, but Mocha chose not to shift.
Enhancent Shamans, no matter what elite path they took, weren’t about long-range output, it was a profession that required dueling with monsters up close.
When they were fifteen yards apart, both released their skills simultaneously.
Avenger’s Shield!
Landslide Mudflow!
A Shield gleaming with golden light flew towards the Shaman, while the ground’s rolling stone slabs spread rapidly towards the Knight.
Both chose to roll, both experts, perfectly using the invincibility of their rolls to block the damage from each other’s skills.
Ice Storm!
Sanction Hamr!
A blizzard spread, and Gale’s health began to decrease continuously, his speed also slowed by more than thirty percent.
anwhile, the Sanction Hamr hit the Shaman squarely, stunning him.
The timing of their choices was excellent, only when they knew the other couldn’t dodge would they make a move.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t continue to roll, but doing so would put them at a disadvantage. If one side’s attacks flowed smoothly, under such circumstances, it was very easy to be killed.
Of course, Gale was very confident, knowing he wouldn’t be killed, but he couldn’t afford to be passive.
“This is your confidence!” Gale sneered coldly, swinging his Warhamr and approaching the Shaman once again.
“You’re happy too soon,” Mocha said calmly, instantly shapeshifting into a ghost wolf to break free from the control, and leaping to the side and back of the Knight, dodging the Knight’s attack.
He imdiately shifted back, and a flash of light glead in his hand.
Grasp of the Giant Stone!
Gale’s reaction was incredibly fast, but he turned around swiftly, and during his turn, he quickly rolled to evade.
He saw the glint in his opponent’s hand and instantly recognized the skill.
“This is impossible.”
The Paladin exclaid as he rolled away at his fastest speed. He had figured that the opponent aid to take control of him, which is why he evaded with a roll. However, before he could get back on his feet, a gigantic stony fist clenched around him, lifting him at least a yard off the ground.
Surprised as he was, he didn’t use his badge, nor did he use any invincible skills. He had great confidence in his equipnt, and in fact, the binding effect of this skill only lasted two seconds. He planned to use his badge to break the opponent’s transformation spell.
A life-saving skill should naturally be kept for a critical mont when one’s own health was low, not to be used in this kind of situation.
“You’re dead.”
With Mocha’s words, blinding lightning appeared in the sky. Next, the wind furiously swirled around the stone fist, accompanied by a red-tinted and enlarged Mocha, unleashing a barrage of claw strikes like a violent storm.
In an instant, he unleashed many skills.
Bloodlust!
Ancestors!
Storm!
Storm Strike!
What the arena audience saw was a frenzied Mocha and the dazzling lightning. In ancient myths, storms were synonymous with lightning.
Although the specifics were not clear, the huge screen displaying the health bars of both fighters was very clear.
The crowd watched as Gale’s health, who was nicknad ‘The Big Turtle,’ was wiped out in an instant, even without a chance to use his invincibility.
Crash…
The stone fist shattered, and the audience saw Gale’s charred corpse fall to the ground.
And the previously bloodthirsty and frenzied Mocha had once again beco calm and quiet. A lizardman, monstrous in appearance, gave off a feeling of elegance and serenity, which was totally mismatched with the previously seen ferocity, leaving everyone with an extrely strange impression.
The arena was exceptionally quiet. The silence of hundreds of thousands of people was incredibly eerie.
All the NPC leaders were in a bad mood—even though they knew they were no match, they did not expect to be defeated so badly.
Seeing Gale, who had a reputation for having thick skin, log off imdiately without even reviving revealed his current mood.
On the other hand, the players from alien worlds and NPCs from sub-dinsions chatted and laughed rrily, as if this outco was expected.
Mocha didn’t retreat but instead spoke up: “Do either of you wish to challenge ?”
Li Yao raised an eyebrow. He knew that the challenge was directed at him. Although Li Yao was aware that even without him, his Queen wouldn’t lose the battle, it was he who had brought about several pivotal monts in that fight.
All lizardn hated him to the bone. The opponent wanted to kill him to showcase their might; he was just lucky, after all.
“You go last.” Edward stopped Li Yao. “I’m not confident myself, maybe we’ll have to rely on you.”
Li Yao paused in his steps and nodded. Although part of it was due to the opponent fearing he would take all the rewards, there was so truth in his words. She wasn’t confident and was also probing for him.
The two opponents were simply too strong. The Magician was akin to two players, the most terrifying in their eyes.
The Shaman was no weaker, capable of instantly killing a master with full 7 equipnt, without even giving the latter a chance to react. Their assault was terrifying indeed…
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