Main Text Chapter 177 The Secret of Black Jack

"Card: Garden of the Goddess of Dawn." This card is a healing card in his deck, and its effect is comparable to a second-level magic trick! But he can only instill one every two days, which is extremely precious.

After using "Garden of the Goddess of Dawn", almost in the blink of an eye, the wound on Black Jack's arm was healed. At the same time, a small golden arrow was ejected from the muscle fiber under the treatment of the card. come out.

When Black Jack saw the small golden arrow, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Remote alchemy weapons? No wonder it can be done instantaneously!" A trace of greed flashed in Black Jack's eyes. In the barbaric cave where alchemists are scarce, alchemy weapons are completely rare, let alone long-range alchemy weapons that can be used by first-level apprentices.

"This alchemy weapon will definitely be mine! As soon as my injury is healed, the chick will let me break its wings if I use the punishment of the hanging man! Whoosh whoosh whoosh-" Black Jack chuckled in a low voice: "The young bird Even the young bird didn't attack me at such a great opportunity. It seemed that he was a newcomer who had never seen the darkness of the wizarding world. This kind of newcomer still retains the ridiculous sympathy of mortals. I just need to pretend to be weak at this time, and he will because. Hesitate with sympathy, and then when I recover from my injuries, I can trample him under my feet..."

Thinking of this, Black Jack decided to put on an expression of "toughness mixed with a little weakness, pride mixed with a hint of stubbornness", and put an end to the mortal opera he had seen. This kind of expression is the easiest to impress the audience. Hahahaha, the chick will definitely be moved by my performance!

Black Jack raised his head and wanted to impress the Milk Baron with this expression, making him hesitate even for five seconds!

But when Black Jack saw Milk Baron's movements clearly, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if blood was rising!

"This is not a baby bird at all, it's so shameless!" Black Jack felt fire in his chest and blood in his mouth!

From the time he was injured by the alchemy weapon, up to six seconds had passed! Only six seconds!

Milk Baron had at least 4 defensive spells laid out in front of him!

Moreover, it is still increasing!

"How afraid of death are you? Are all the techniques you learned defensive techniques?"

When Black Jack's injuries were healed by the Dawn Goddess, Milk Baron actually had 7 spells in front of him, 4 defensive spells, and 3 control spells to block his approach. There is also a composite fire wall that combines "Grease Technique" and "Fire Technique"!

"Shameless, shameless, so shameless! You are a shameless person pretending to be a rookie!" Under such a defense, even a second-level wizard apprentice would have to attack for five or six seconds! As a first-level apprentice, it would take him at least half a minute to break through the defense.

Angel was called a shameless person without any sense of shame. He originally planned to use this rogue method to reach the top of the Sky Tower, so he was scolded when he was scolded. He had something even more shameless that he hadn't done! Anyway, no one knows me, I am not Angel, I am the Milk Baron with a cold personality!

Angel immediately raised his hand, and a golden light shot out from his sleeve.

Black Jack was recovering from his injuries, so there was no way he could escape. The small golden arrow pierced Black Jack's right arm.

That's not all, the little golden arrows in Angel's hand were shot at him like flowers flying in the sky, as if they were free of charge, aiming directly at Black Jack's vital points.

Black Jack was startled by the rain of arrows. From the remaining two cards, he took out a card with a cross and a shield on it.

"Card, Knight's Shield!" Black Jack put out the Knight's Shield, slightly blocking a few small golden arrows. However, under the threat of the arrow rain, the Knight's Shield showed signs of cracking.

"No more fighting, I admit defeat, stop it!" Black Jack shouted, admitting defeat, and then threw his information card into the air.

The defense cannot be broken, and long-range alchemical weapons are always targeting his vital points. If he doesn't admit defeat, he will really die!

Life and death are not a concern in the Sky Tower Arena, but you can admit defeat. As long as he admits defeat and throws out the information card, the ring administrator will activate the magic energy array to separate the two sides.

As the information card was thrown into the air, a magic energy array immediately appeared, and a faint glass cover appeared in the center of the two people. Angel's weapon could no longer hit Black Jack.

"The game is over, Milk Baron wins!"

A row of subtitles appeared on the transparent glass screen in mid-air. As the subtitles fell, the Black Jack information card floating in mid-air suddenly emitted a ray of light and penetrated into Angel's own information card in his pocket.

Angel took out the Sky Tower information card and looked at it. He found that there was an additional piece of information about defeating Black Jack. The points increased by 3 points. At the same time, based on Black Jack's number of battles and winning rate, he received 15o contribution points.

"Not bad, 150 contribution points are worth the price of the arrow." Angel put away the information card and strode off the ring.

Black Jack collapsed on the ground, with multiple holes shot through his body by small golden arrows, and he looked dying. In the end, he was carried off by the staff of the Sky Tower.

When there was no one in the seventh ring, there was a burst of surprise in the audience.

"Lord Black Jack, didn't you agree to break the wings of this young bird? How could it be..."

"Baby bird? He beat Black Jack until he was unable to fight back. How could he be a baby bird?"

"Perhaps the person in the black robe is a third-level apprentice?"

The audience on the first floor were mostly ordinary people, so their sighs and regrets were basically just guesses. But on the other side, the wizard apprentices watching the battle were also whispering.

"Black Jack lost? He actually lost?"

"Didn't you notice? That Milk Baron has alchemical weapons, and they are long-range alchemical weapons!"

"I saw it, damn, I want it so badly!"

"Why don't we wait until that guy is alone and then do something?"

"We don't know the identity of that Milk Baron, but he can afford alchemical weapons when he is a first-level apprentice. Maybe the power behind him is incredible. We should not make things difficult for him."

"Softie!"

When Angel returned to the backstage from the contestant channel, the eyes of the people in the contestant area looked at him from contempt at the beginning to fear, surprise, and more greed.

Angel came to the lottery area again. The middle-aged woman seemed to have watched Angel's game. She glanced at Angel's wrist covered by the black robe, and then smiled imperceptibly.

"Mr. Milk Baron, do you want to continue the game?"

Angel nodded. Although he was a little nervous because of his maiden game just now, he arranged seven spells in one breath, which almost consumed most of his magic power. But after a little meditation, playing a few more games should be no problem. It is impossible for him to meet an opponent like Black Jack in every game.

"Okay, please draw lots." The middle-aged woman said.

Angel reached out and stirred the lottery box with his hand, and then took out a ball by intuition.

Number o35325.

The middle-aged woman took the ball, and soon a line of words appeared on the transparent screen in front of her: "Milk Baron vs. Ash Warrior, Sky Tower 6th Arena in half an hour."

...

Amid the murmurs of discussion around him, Angel walked to a remote corner, closed his eyes and meditated, with an expression of keeping strangers away.

Before he meditated for long, Angel heard familiar footsteps again.

"Destiny guided you, but not me." Angel closed his eyes and said coldly.

"Milk, I just watched your game. I didn't expect you to be so good." A laughing voice.

Angel sneered: "Don't call me milk."

"Baron, was that an alchemical weapon you used just now? It's amazing. Was it made by Master Prometheus?"

"It's none of your business." Angel opened his eyes and looked at the man standing in front of him through the hood.

He was still dressed as a white bear, still smiling, but he had an exquisite black lacquer short staff in his hand.

Angel sighed slightly in his heart. Why did this man keep pestering him?

"I'm just curious. In the Savage Cave, who can use alchemical weapons? Who is not famous? Their weapons have been dug up to the bottom, and the weapon in your hand seems to be the first time it appears, and it is different from theirs."

"So what." Angel's tone showed impatient: "Why are you following me?"

White Bear smiled and said: "Fate is intertwined, and I am destined to meet you again."

"It's obviously you who came here, don't talk about fate." Angel waved his hand: "Forget it if you don't say it, I'm about to compete, don't disturb me meditating to restore magic."

After hearing this, White Bear didn't disturb Angel, and smiled and took the crutches and left.

When the figure of White Bear disappeared, Angel frowned, not understanding what this person meant.

After meditating for about ten minutes, Angel heard footsteps again, this time the footsteps were heavier, not like the pace of White Bear.

Angel looked up impatiently and found that the person who came was Black Jack.

He was wrapped in bandages, his hat was taken off, and his glasses were gone, revealing his short grey-green hair and handsome appearance.

"You..." What are you doing here? Angel was about to ask, but suddenly remembered his aloofness: "Hmph."

After a humph, Angel stopped talking and waited for Black Jack to speak.

"I admit defeat in the previous match. But I warn you, don't tell my secret to anyone, otherwise I will make you look bad even if I risk my life!"

Black Jack's words were powerful. But Angel still didn't know what Black Jack was talking about. What was his secret? Was he just copying Sanders in appearance?

Angel looked at Black Jack carefully and found that after taking off his hat, his short grey-green hair was almost exactly the same as Sanders', and his appearance seemed to be two or three points similar.

"Could it be that Black Jack is the illegitimate son of a cheap mentor?!" Angel silently imagined a dramatic love story in his mind. In order to gain the approval of his strict father, the forbearing illegitimate son slowly approached his "father" in terms of appearance, dress and personality. Unfortunately, his heartless father didn't care about his performance at all, which made him psychologically twisted and perverted, and even took pleasure in torturing newcomers...

Black Jack warned Angel, then limped away on crutches.

"Alas, what a poor child." Angel looked at Black Jack's lonely back and drew a sad end to the drama in his mind.