The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Facing a fighting man who is strong, aggressive, brave, and a little self-abusing, what do you think is the best?

Just one word: do it!

No longer hesitate, swiping too much a knife out of thin air (to be handsome), killing intent slowly flowed from the depths of my chest, from the pores around my body, clinging to my entire body, and then enclosing the blood-stained one Blade.

The blood stains on the knife disappeared the moment the black mist attacked. I don't know if it was worn away or swallowed by the black mist.

In the black fog, it is not all black, there are some red spots, but there are too few, few like a few stars in the dark night sky.

However, they are so eye-catching red that at first glance, it is impossible to ignore their existence.

The dwarf king on the opposite side had a very fanatical expression, as if the evil dog had seen the fragrant bones, and the satyr had met the revealing beauty.

Then, the Dwarf King rushed over, using a speed many times faster than before, swinging a hammer that was many times more fierce than before.

Compared with the speed, I still defeated the Dwarf King, but his aura gave me the illusion, as if what I was facing was not just a strong dwarf, but an incomplete Achilles!

Yes, it is an incomplete Achilles!

His explosive power, his aura, his aura of being brave and not afraid of death, yet eager to fight, is like Achilles!

just--

This guy is just a strong short, he is not Achilles, I have the ability to fight him!

In my mind, I kept repeating this sentence, and my stiff legs finally recovered, and my body was recovering in this pressing momentum.

His eyes shrank sharply, staring at the hammer approaching extremely fast, with a cold snort, the sword in his hand greeted him fiercely and collided with the warhammer!

Not surprisingly, I still flew out. Sure enough, the appearance of the killing intent still couldn't make up the difference in strength, but-the Dwarf King was also cut back by me for half a step, and on his indestructible Mithril Warhammer , A shallow but clearly visible cut mark was exposed.

Ha ha.

I laughed. Although I lost this collision, I am not necessarily a loser.

The Mithril Warhammer can be wounded by a weapon made of low-grade stainless steel, which is enough to show the destructive power of my combat skills and killing intent.

However, I can't control it yet.

Can only fully grasp this poor, thin layer of killing intent.

Maybe Odachi is right. Since I already have such a wonderful power, why not practice it every day, gradually become familiar with it, and gradually master it?

I still want to continue to get more feelings in the battle, but obviously, the Dwarf King does not intend to give me this opportunity.

No, maybe it shouldn't be said.

It's not that the dwarf king is incomprehensible, but he is also enjoying this crazy battle again and again. He is not willing to lose this rare pleasure.

Knife and hammer collide again!

Instead of flying out, I took three steps back.

The Dwarf King also took a step back at the same time.

I can feel that this attack, his strength is much weaker.

Is he weak?

I looked into his still enthusiastic eyes: no, by no means, I rarely see adventurers with eyes like his, but I have seen them before and have fought against them.

Such adventurers have a common characteristic. They are all fighting lunatics. Once they fight, their spirit and power will last for a long time!

Unless death, or loss of consciousness.

And the dwarf king, his eyes at the moment are so enthusiastic, absolutely different from the above two situations, that is to say...

He is suppressing his own strength, suppressing it to a level similar to mine, and only in this way, can he fight me more persistently, and experience the happiness that is established in the battle for a longer time.

What a lunatic!

The corner of my mouth grinned, and a smile appeared.

I don't know what this smile looks like, but I know exactly how I feel at the moment.

Delightful.

Yes, it is pleasure, because I was also a fighting lunatic.

When I first entered the Hefeng Continent and became an adventurer, I was lost for a while, fighting with monsters that were much stronger than me every day, without getting scars all over my body, without fighting to collapse and lose consciousness, I would never Stop it!

Fortunately, if that person was not by my side at the time, perhaps, I would have died in the claws of a hidden monster, ready to go.

In short, it aroused my desire to fight, so let's keep going.

I know that wantonly release of killing intent can make me very powerful, but at the same time, it will deprive me of my rationality.

This is a double-edged sword that can both kill the enemy and hurt yourself.

But now, I am very happy fighting. Once I am happy, I want to become happier, so I released the killing intent that I can barely control so far.

These killing intents are like a fierce beast hiding in the dark, staring at each of its bright red eyes, looking for its prey.

And I also felt a fanatical impulse again, that impulse, like a mosquito, buzzed in my ears: kill, kill, kill!

enough!

I stared, and the voice in my mind disappeared. Fortunately, I can barely control the level of this killing intent for the time being. If I had more, I might be controlled by it again.

Looking at the dwarf king with hot eyes, I felt as if I was laughing, but I didn't seem to be laughing. The feeling was really bad, but it was still acceptable for the time being.

"Dwarf...King, please don't suppress it anymore, your strength" I intermittently said: "Have a fight with me, happy."

"Hahahaha" The dwarf king laughed, tugged his body, threw it aside, shook his stout arms, and said, "Okay, come on!"

After that, he rushed towards me again.

Originally, as far as I was concerned, his movements could be seen clearly.

Now, under the blessing of the killing intent, his every move, every hammer step, is like slowing forward, letting me who fight him wait anxiously!

Taito, across an illusory shadow, headed toward the Mithril Warhammer.

On the trajectory that was traversed, circles of phantom shadows resembled ripples, dazzling and beautiful, but the colors were too monotonous.

Only black and dots of blood red.

Looking at the Warhammer and Tachi, which are gradually approaching each other, suddenly, I have a look of hope, eager to see me in my current state. What will happen to the blessed Tachi and the white-rayed warhammer of the Dwarf King? The ending appears.

Is it too shattered?

Or is the warhammer broken?

Or is it both dead?

At this moment, I feel impatient, looking forward to that moment.

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