Before the old gentleman had gone far, he suddenly frowned and quickly turned back.
The room he had just walked out of was already ablaze with scarlet flames.
"Is this a change in the dream... or..." The light wrinkles on his face seemed a bit deep at this time.
Suddenly, something broke through the burned door and smashed towards him.
The old gentleman tapped his cane on the ground, and a brilliant and complex coat of arms appeared, flicking away the flying things.
Keng!
The old gentleman's hand holding the cane trembled slightly, then he firmly grasped the cane and lifted it in front of him.
Among the scarlet, a figure slowly walked out.
"Is it you?" The old gentleman was stunned for a moment, because the person standing in front of him was the young sailor who he had just tortured with some tricks.
It's just that the young sailor's appearance has changed drastically at this time.
The sailor uniform on his body was dyed scarlet, and the rest of the pendants and scarves turned pitch black. Behind him was a black cape of burning sparks. His originally strong body was now even taller.
Become tall and powerful.
"No, you're not him." The old gentleman shook his head, his rough voice slightly solemn.
The young sailor blinked his scarlet eyes and raised his left hand, holding a dark iron chain.
The chain was pulled, and a huge anchor flew out from the rubble on the side and stood upright behind the young sailor. This was the thing that just flew over and hit the old gentleman.
"Are you possessed by a monster? Poor young man, the world seems to be carrying you. Originally I promised not to hurt your life, but now it seems that I have no choice but to do so." The old gentleman turned his cane in a circle and straightened his body.
said.
The young sailor's face was expressionless. Hearing the old gentleman's words, he tilted his head.
Then he threw the anchor over with his hand.
The old gentleman waved his staff and bounced the anchor away again, but this time the young sailor followed closely and rushed directly to the old gentleman, waving the chain in his hand.
The old gentleman deflected the thrown chain and then gently rotated the head of the cane.
The runes unfolded, the old gentleman raised his cane and pointed it at the sailor, and the sailor's body was instantly bound by the power of the runes.
The old gentleman strode forward and pressed his cane hard on the sailor's chest.
Bang!
White air waves spread in all directions, and the sailor flew backwards, hit the wall, and then bounced back to the ground.
"How dare you challenge the power of a spiritual seed with a mere mortal creature." The old gentleman stood still again and said easily.
Wow...
The young sailor stood up again, his body that should have been torn apart was covered with traces of burning, and the wounds disappeared under the flames.
The old gentleman frowned again.
The young sailor tilted his head again.
This action was regarded as a provocation by the old gentleman.
The cane was raised suddenly, but the young sailor quickly turned sideways, and the wall behind him shattered instantly.
The sailor sprinted towards the old gentleman.
The old gentleman brushed the head of his cane with his other hand, then waved, and white light bloomed, forming several light balls around him and flying towards the young sailor.
The young sailor dodged quickly. Even if the light ball detonated at close range, it could still hurt him, but he ignored it.
After anticipating the sailor's movements, the last light ball was fired at the right moment in mid-air.
But the sailor flipped in the air, raised his leg and kicked the light ball back.
The old gentleman's pupils shrank, and he waved his hand to disperse the light ball and absorbed the energy back into his body. But at this time, the young man had also approached.
A fist burning with scarlet flames quickly greeted the old gentleman's face.
The old gentleman's body trembled, and the sailor took advantage of the situation to pursue him. However, there was a flash of cold light, and his raised arm shot into the sky.
The cane in the old gentleman's hand was pulled out, and inside was an exquisitely designed machine sword.
The young sailor seemed stunned by the sudden cut off of his arm, and the old gentleman punched him in the face with a backhand.
Then, with fists, kicks, elbows, and knees, the old gentleman showed extremely superb physical skills, torturing the young sailor almost like a sandbag.
When the last punch knocked the young sailor back, the old gentleman hooked his cane around his neck and pulled him back. Then he twirled the cane in his hand and stabbed him in the eye with the blade.
Bang!
The expected sound of a sharp blade entering flesh did not sound, but the old gentleman was counterattacked by a powerful force, and his body could not help but take a few steps back.
The scarlet flames on the young sailor's body were sometimes strong and sometimes weak. The beaten and twisted body was twisted back to normal under the influence of the flames.
The kick that suddenly flew up just now was slowly lowered.
The old gentleman lowered his head and glanced at the clear sword blade. His face was reflected on it, and there was a shoe print on his chin that could not be ignored.
"You are simply insulting me." The old gentleman's voice became calmer, but the anger in it became stronger.
The young sailor tilted his head again, then raised his hands and made fists.
That posture made the old gentleman's pupils shrink.
The fighting skills of the Augustus school are very similar to the starting posture, which is the physical skills he just used.
As an expert in this field, Auckland never dreamed that a young man who could only swing his fists and kicks randomly just now would still do this in front of him after being beaten by him.
Mode.
He is really insulting himself.
A fierce fight of fists and kicks quickly broke out, and the old gentleman no longer held back. He gave up his reserve as a butler and once again showed off the fangs he had honed on the battlefield.
However, as the fight progressed, contrary to the flaming environment around him, his heart became cold.
Bang!
Oakland's attack was parried, no problem, he still has dozens of variations to pursue in this scene.
The young man moved his steps and made a wonderful counterattack, blocking most of Oakland's pursuit possibilities.
There are currently more than ten variant pursuits available.
The young man's variation is to pursue a series of attacks quickly and quickly, giving up the opportunity to pursue, switching from offense to defense, and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
Auckland successfully counterattacked and took advantage of the victory to pursue...
No! No, it shouldn’t be here!
Bang!
It's a trap, a trap set by young people. This place should be firmly defended!
Bang!
A flaw was caught, a series of chasing punches, and a beautiful turning elbow.
Oaklandage tried to lift his leg to break through the situation and distance himself, but the young man stepped on his calf and kneed him in the face.
Boom!
The old gentleman flew out and slid close to the ground until he hit the corner of the corridor.
The young sailor moved his body.
Oakland got up from the ground: "It seems that the elderly are not suitable for having too strong self-esteem."
clang!
Draw your sword.
The young man tilted his head, stretched out his hand, and the chain returned to his hand, dragging the huge scarlet anchor.
"Let me see what else you can do, monster." Oakland's eyes turned completely cold.
The white light shines brightly under the scarlet wrapper.
The house collapsed completely under the influence of this force.
A moment later, Oakland flew backwards, his sword inserted into the ground to stop himself from retreating backwards.
But among the ruins of the house, the tall and strong figure jumped out and threw the anchor at him again in the air.
Oaklandage could only raise his sword to block the anchor.
Bang!
The huge force shook the old gentleman's muscles all over his body, and his body was carried back quickly by the anchor.
The power of the runes was constantly emerging but was being burned continuously, and he was unable to counterattack at this time!
He used his strength to fend off the anchor, and the chain in front of him suddenly swung and whipped on his chest.
The old gentleman fell to the ground.
The figure landed, and with a "crash", the chain and anchor returned to "his" hands.
His decent suit was in tatters, his face was dirty, his body was covered with bruises, he had been whipped with chains and hit hard by an anchor.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Auckland realized completely: that was not a "young man", but a terrifying monster of unknown origin.
The teleportation rune was activated, and Auckland's figure quickly disappeared from the spot.
The figure stood there for a moment, then slowly left, dragging the anchor.