My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 178 - 126: Torrential Rain, Tokyo, Bloody Storm Auct

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At this mont, inside the Mirror World.

mber No. 8, Hacker, walked out of the Mirror World’s vault empty-handed, stepped onto the auction stage, and upon looking up, saw the gigantic shadows that nearly occupied half of the auction hall inside the Mirror.

And these shadows... there were two of them in total.

Blazing flas and brilliant white light clashed in mid-air. Two enormous creatures were fighting fiercely.

"What the hell is that?"

Hacker raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his youthful face, his phone nearly slipped out of his palm.

He didn’t expect that while he was tidying so auction items in the vault, the auction hall could turn into such chaos, as if he had stepped into the filming scene of a prehistoric blockbuster, with demons and monsters battling in the air.

Dazzling firelight and scorching wind rushed toward him.

At this mont, Celestial Wolf and Red Dragon were still in a standoff. The battle situation was still favoring the Red Dragon’s phantom.

But for so reason, Li Qingping hadn’t moved from his spot from the beginning, only retaliating passively — perhaps to protect the Second Prince.

The claws of Celestial Wolf wrapped in dazzling white light collided fiercely in mid-air with the crimson red flas spat by the Red Dragon’s phantom. Amid deafening explosions, terrifying waves stretched out for miles, blowing up the clothes and hair of all team mbers.

The hot air stirred by the Red Dragon’s phantom wings nearly scorched through the air, but the white light of the wolf’s claws tore open a crack in the flas.

Yet before this crack could widen, the dragon’s tail swept over with molten firelight, knocking the giant wolf to stagger backward, its hoof claws carving four charred trenches into the mirror floor.

With each collision, they tore open dark cracks, like spiderwebs rapidly spreading in the void. The ceiling’s mirror canopy was already covered with shattered patterns, small fragnts quietly falling, and instantly vaporized into pale mist upon touching the dragon flas.

The floor of the auction hall kept trembling, with no spot intact. Every roar of the dragon and howl of the wolf caused the mirror fragnts on the edge of the cracks to collapse loudly.

As if the whole world was crumbling beneath their feet.

At this mont, Ayase Origami and Xia Pingzhou were idly sitting on the floor of the auction stage, playing cards with Lan Duoduo.

"Pair of sevens," Lan Duoduo threw down two cards, looked up at Xia Pingzhou, "Newbie, you better not cheat , okay? I heard from Anluns that you scared him last ti, made him lose all night."

"Pair of nines," Ayase Origami said.

"Pair of Jacks," Xia Pingzhou said.

Their hair was blown up by the oncoming heat wave, yet they kept playing cards without lifting their heads.

It’s not that they were being lazy, in fact, they all tried launching remote attacks — but Ayase Origami’s paper butterflies couldn’t harm the Red Dragon, Xia Pingzhou’s cannon statue was no more than a scratch for the Red Dragon, and Lan Duoduo didn’t have any useful Anecdote Fragnts.

At this mont, what could barely co into play were probably only Andrew’s sniper rifle and the Bloodline’s bow and arrow.

Hacker was dumbfounded for a while, finally snapping back to reality.

He put his hands into his overalls pockets, stepped onto the auction stage, and said to Urushibara Osamu beside him, "Captain, I’ve stored all the auction items into the ’database’ using the superpower."

He paused: "Ti to leave."

Urushibara Osamu stayed silent, his deep eyes reflecting Li Qingping at the center of the phantom.

Li Qingping’s face obviously looked sowhat pale.

Anluns ca over with a bottle of orange juice, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, then squinted his remaining eye, looking at the Celestial Wolf, whose eyes were filled with white light.

He patted Hacker’s head, smilingly saying, "That’s how it is... but our Bai Tanlang seems unwilling to leave."

"That guy always gets carried away," Hacker clicked his tongue.

Urushibara Osamu watched Li Qingping, expressionless, saying: "The opponent carries a burden, so the Red Dragon Wales must be made to stay put, to cover the burden with its phantom. Only then won’t he be affected by the battle."

Hearing the captain say so, Lan Duoduo imdiately raised her eyes from the cards, looked at the increasingly courageous Bai Tanlang, but observed the glow of the Red Dragon’s phantom was dimming.

She said: "I see, so that’s why the Red Dragon never counterattacks."

"Then this way, we’ll eventually win, right?" Anluns asked.

"It’s just a matter of ti," Urushibara Osamu said.

At this point, Andrew fired another shot. The deafening gunshot made the surrounding mbers cover their ears.

Lan Duoduo rolled her eyes at him: "That shot is useless, why not sit down and play cards with us."

Andrew removed his eyes from the sniper scope, sighed: "Oh co on, can’t anyone tell why this Red Dragon’s skin is so thick? I want to use the more powerful bullets too, but worried that brother Bai will also be affected."

"After all, ’Red Dragon Wales’ is the generation-level Anecdote Fragnt closest to mythical level," Lan Duoduo said.

At this mont, Urushibara Osamu suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly.

Following his gaze, one could see a chair standing incongruously in the center of the auction hall.

Whether it be dragon flas or white light, none swayed the chair.

And most crucially...

The figure on the chair woke up.