Chapter 520: 486, Third Level Bloodthirsty and Eagle Strike (Request for Monthly Tickets) Chapter 520: 486, Third Level Bloodthirsty and Eagle Strike (Request for Monthly Tickets) With soone as terrifying as Zimrman lingering, Charlotte dared not use Bloody Glory.
Who knew how much Zimrman knew about him?
If he were recognized from Bloody Glory as Charlotte cklen, the man rumored to be involved with nilman, wouldn’t that be a disaster?
Fortunately, Charlotte truly knew Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit.
His hand with gunmanship, having received the true teachings of Juno, was admirable.
Although the Magnum Hand Shuttle he had was sowhat lacking, its effectiveness in killing the monsters of the Underground Labyrinth was not bad at all.
Moreover, Charlotte discovered that Zimrman’s strength didn’t seem to be very impressive.
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This felt very strange to him.
Charlotte muttered to himself in secret, “Could it be that he’s not Zimrman’s true self?”
“This guy isn’t human, right?
It’s also not possible for him to have an avatar!
That’s sothing only an Evil God would possess.”
“Hmm, an Evil God?”
“Perhaps this guy really is an Evil God.”
“He’s quite sinister.”
“But…”
“Still very odd.”
After fighting and clearing more than ten groups of monsters together, Charlotte didn’t find any Divine Fragnts.
However, he did find two weapons that suited him well, one being a Fine Rapier and the other a set of Flying Daggers.
Charlotte had also practiced the Flying Dagger Technique.
Although his proficiency was diocre, at the Second Level of Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, this skill was just right.
Zimrman smiled faintly, his delicate hands holding a piece of Divine Fragnt which he gently swallowed with his lips parted, noticeably boosting his aura.
Zimrman glanced at Charlotte and said, “I have ascended to the Fifth Level of Transcendent.”
A chill ran down Charlotte’s spine.
A Fifth Level Transcendent was not to be feared, but a Fifth Level Zimrman was terrifying.
“He…”
“No, what exactly is going on with Him now?”
“This doesn’t seem like Zimrman himself, nor does it seem like an avatar…”
If he hadn’t just been struck by “destiny”, Charlotte would have really wanted to pray to the Serpent of Destiny.
He felt that even his teacher Juno might not be able to solve his doubts, but this playful snake surely could.
After all, It was one of the Nine Great True Gods, a rank much higher than any Evil God.
Charlotte pondered for a long ti, sulkily abandoning the idea.
He took a deep breath, activated his Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, and his bones emitted a slight cracking sound.
The Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit within him suddenly exploded, and a rich scent of blood circulated around his body.
Charlotte’s Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit had also advanced.
He stepped regally into the Third Level, and in his body, another Bloodthirsty Rune had ford: Eagle Strike!
Eagle Strike and Quickness Technique, much like the agility of a leopard, are all speed-based special abilities.
However, Eagle Strike is an explosive skill, even more fleeting and ferocious than the agility of a leopard, akin to an eagle swooping down from the sky to strike its prey, with speed as fast as thunder and lightning.
If used in close-quarters combat, Eagle Strike equates to a finishing move, but when employed in Gun Fighting Techniques, Eagle Strike becos a “Divine Skill”.
Shooting already requires burst of montary eruption, Eagle Strike enhanced Charles’s gunshot speed to nearly triple, approximately two tis and eighty percent.
If it weren’t for the disappointing Magnum Hand Shuttle, there wasn’t a monster that could survive a round of Charles’s shooting.
Zimrman, with a look of surprise on his face, whispered, “I have never seen anyone with talent as formidable as yours.”
Charles, exasperated, thought, “I’ve seen plenty!
If you aren’t just teasing , how could I even compare with you!”
After each had leveled up, Zimrman didn’t continue to fight but proposed a rest, Charles noticed he was indeed “dripping with sweat”, but he couldn’t shake off the eerie feeling, and he couldn’t believe that he was actually tired.
However, he wouldn’t bluntly refuse a rest—that would be too insensitive.
Charles, rousing his Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit, slapped the ground, sending dust flying away, cleaning a spot on the ground where he then sat.
He dared not use the Infinite Mirror Realm, looking quite distraught as he couldn’t bring out his prepared food and supplies, unsure how to sustain prolonged combat.
With more than twenty thousand monsters, they would definitely be fighting for months, and with Zimrman by his side, Charles was uncertain about what to do next.
However, Zimrman took out a small cloth bag, fetching a bottle of water and a piece of bread.
After taking a sip, he passed the water bottle to Charles and broke a piece of bread for him.
Charles took the water bottle, noticing a faint lipstick mark on it, discreetly turned it before tilting his head back for a long drink, then returned the bottle to Zimrman and took a big bite of bread.
Zimrman was exceedingly genteel, almost like a true noble lady, starkly different from his earlier impersonation of Penny.
After finishing the bread, Charles couldn’t help asking, “Are you a New Worlder?”
Zimrman nodded and said, “When I was very young, my parents sent to the New Continent.
Aunt Mofie raised .
I’ve never seen my father or mother and don’t know anything about their circumstances.”
Charles nodded, thinking, “As expected, his mory is still a bit faulty.”
He continued asking, “Your path on the Extraordinary Path is quite unusual.”
Zimrman smiled lightly and responded, “Of course, few in the New Continent undertake this Extraordinary Path.
I’m learning the Old Continent’s popular Transcendent Secret Techniques, which Aunt Mofie has taught since childhood.”
“I actually really want to visit the Old Continent to find my parents and ask why they abandoned .”
“But with my strength, I probably can’t reach the Old Continent.”
“Once I collect enough Divine Fragnts and beco an Interdiate-rank Transcendent, I will definitely go to the Old Continent for a visit.”
Charles thought to himself, “You should probably not go back.”
“A while ago, when you showed up in the Golden Temple, you nearly scared the wits out of .”
“I believe if you appear in the Old Continent, the number of people haunted by nightmares at night wouldn’t just be .
Even Fars’ forr Royal Family, Axel, now Brittany, would be terrified.”
“Even though my father-in-law is the strongest in Fars and my brother-in-law, Antonio, is the future strongest in Fars, they couldn’t withstand your fright.”
Charles tactfully remarked, “There’s nothing great about the Old Continent.”
Zimrman just humd without continuing the topic.
Both of them silently circulated their Secret Techniques and soon recovered their strength.
Zimrman suggested they start again, and Charles readily agreed.
They quickly dispatched four groups of monsters, finally encountering a formidable enemy—a sixth-level Transcendent monster, accompanied by over a dozen minions.
Most creatures in the Underground City were of ordinary level, with re brute strength and so skills, but this beast, covered in sharp spikes resembling a wild boar, was clearly extraordinary.
Charles tried firing a few shots, but, frustratedly, found that a Magnum Hand Shuttle equipped with regular bullets truly couldn’t penetrate the hide of this grade of beast.
It wasn’t a problem with the Gun Fighting Technique; his weapons were just too inferior.
Charles had no choice but to put away the two Magnum Hand Shuttles and drew a Rapier he had scavenged.
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