732 Cassius, Who Doesn't Care About Winning or Losing but Never Loses (Second Update)

“I can tell by the look on your face, so go hunting this time.

I could just use a break. "

Cassius looked at the murderous Kotur and twitched the corners of his mouth before speaking.

Kotur passed Cassius's position without saying a word and walked directly into the distance.

That direction was a direction that I hadn't had time to look at when I was hunting before. Maybe there were some larger prey there.

"What a sad life, always fighting..."

Cassius curled his lips before saying.

Then he watched Koutul's silent back walking further and further away.

Combat has never been foreign to the barbarians.

After all, they live in a very harsh environment, without even any decent entertainment.

So what can they do?

It's just a matter of using your body's strength wantonly to keep yourself in a state of movement at any time.

Somewhat dull and boring.

"I just went to see it over there, idiot! There are countless prey over there that can let you vent your emotions.

Then it's time for me to get ready.

Orac will not let Hamelin come over, but that is not necessarily the case for other demons. "

Cassius said to himself.

Then he twisted his neck, and then waved his arms.

Since I said I wanted to become the first legendary barbarian without using weapons, I had to do something!

For example, using a pile of demon corpses as a symbol of becoming a legend?

“Today is a good day to kill, even though we kill every day.

But only today's killings are given other meanings.

For example, saying goodbye to my good brother’s mother?

How can a warrior leave without the corpse of a demon paving the way?

This seems to be the only thing my friend can do, right? "

Cassius rubbed his face to let the blood flow quickly.

This can reduce the amount of damage taken, although it is not very effective when facing demons.

But it's better than nothing.

Cassius moved in a different direction, and behind him were the tribesmen who were still migrating.

No matter what, he couldn't let the demon break through his defenses, at least not until he died.

Unfortunately for the devil, Cassius had no intention of letting himself die in this place!

It's just a familiar battle. Since it's a battle, there must be a winner.

As long as there is no Kotur among the opponents, the winner will definitely be Cassius.

He has never lost to anyone except Kotur.

The reason why Koutul is excluded is because Koutul has never fought Cassius.

Even slapstick rarely happens.

Cassius was one of the few barbarians who had never been defeated before Bulkesso was born.

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"Come on! Come on again! Give me more enemies!

You trash can't even make me sweat!

Your existence to me is just a fully automatic water tank that can take a shower! "

Cassius was covered in minced meat and stood in the middle of a bunch of demons, constantly provoking!

He hooked his hands at the demons from time to time, and then jumped on the spot a few times.

His movements are definitely not agile, and coupled with the usual burly figure of the barbarians of the Monk Big Bear Tribe, he feels like a big bear doing ballet.

It just lacks a lot of lightness, but it is full of a strange sense of power.

The surrounding demons tried to bypass him to hunt the barbarians of the Big Bear Tribe, but they were accurately intercepted by Cassius every time!

Every interception by Cassius was able to kill the fastest demon in the most brutal way.

Crush the body, twist off the head, or turn the devil's head into a firework with one punch.

But the most common situation is that he uses his iron fists with only bones left to continuously dig into the devil's body!

Whether it's a guy made of stone like the Earthbreaker, the Agren Troll, or something similar to the Stitch Monster like the Coffinless Corpse Demon!

He didn't have any doubts!

There is no disease in the demon's body, which is a very interesting thing.

Ordinary viruses cannot lodge in the body of a demon with an extremely high body temperature.

Even if there is no such demon, no one can appear in Cassius's field of vision and leave safely!

There is only one possibility for the devil to leave Cassius' sight, that is, I have turned into rotten flesh or pieces!

Provocations and curses kept coming from Cassius's mouth!

His purpose in this battle was to intercept the movement routes of these demons. If the demons were to escape his obstruction, it would be a heavy pressure on the tribe.

Although there are still some warriors of the tribe, they are hunters who want to find their habitat again after the tribe.

These warriors are the last line of defense for the old, weak, sick and disabled, and Cassius is the last line of defense for those warriors.

Although the viciousness of Cassius's language is far less than what those demons have done to humans, he is already using the most vicious language he knows!

But this level is barely enough, at least it can attract the emotions of those demons.

"Barbarian, what you are doing makes no sense!

The Nephalem will never return to their past glory! "

Demons are not the kind of race that only bears curses and keeps silent.

They will also respond to the provocation of their opponents.

Although these guys often choose to hide, they still have the courage to say a few words.

"No point? Then you can try to lie in front of me with your back to me!

I will use my fist to clear your intestines!

Although it is disgusting, I don't mind it!"

Cassius roared like crazy.

These demons are just strong enough, as for their threats?

The biggest threat is that Cassius will get his hands severely injured because of his attack!

Cassius doesn't care about these!

Or Cassius himself doesn't care much!

His hands have long lost the sense of touch in such a high-intensity battle, which is not good news.

For a warrior, the touch of every part of the body is very important.

These feelings determine the accuracy of a warrior's attack!

The hands holding the weapon can know whether their slash has caused enough damage through touch.

Even when punching, he can use the sense of touch to find out whether his attack has hit his opponent solidly.

In battle, the warrior can almost instinctively adjust his state through these senses.

But now Cassius has lost this right!

Although his hands can still be opened and clenched.

But now he can't even feel the pain, his hands have basically reached their limit.

But this doesn't seem to be serious, as long as he punches with his greatest strength.

If you want to kill the devil, just be strong enough.

It is this cognition that made Cassius end up with his arms blasted.

As for whether Cassius hit the opponent solidly, he no longer needs to judge by touch.

As long as he can make sure that the opponent can be beaten into a meat paste, the devil's death can be guaranteed.

In short, the impact is not great!

"Your bones are stained with too much devil's blood. Haven't you discovered that your blood is being polluted by the devil's power bit by bit?"

The voice of someone unknown is still ringing.

It is no secret that the blood of demons flows in the body of Nephalem.

It is not only the "learned" mages who know this, the barbarian is also aware of it.

"You sound scary, so are you ready to lie on the ground with your back to me?"

Cassius continued to provoke.

He did not care what the demon in front of him said to him.

As he spoke, a jump slash appeared in front of the demons who tried to leave the battlefield.

The two fists with only bones left were waving like a torrential rain.

Another precise interception!

No demon can leave the battlefield without the permission of Cassius!

"I saw a monk when I was a child!

Although I did not learn the monk's Hundred Breaking Fist back then, I also have my own moves!"

Cassius shouted happily! The two fists kept swinging!

That was frenzy!

A skill that was not very useful at this time, but compared to using weapons, it can increase the speed of this move with bare hands.

But this has become a heavy burden for the barbarian's body.

Muscles can also get tired!

"Our goal is about to be achieved!

And the barbarians of your tribe are destined to decline before us!

Olak can't defeat Hamelin!

He is the most perfect individual among us! And the only one who can't be defeated!

No one can defeat the Shadow Rats!"

The demon's voice spoke again, and even mentioned Orlak's name.

Obviously, Orlak is also very famous to these demons.

"Oh, you know Orlak?

Then do you know that he was called the God of War when he kicked your grandfather's ass!?

Do you have no idea what the God of War means?

Then I will be merciful and tell you about this demon!

The God of War means that when he kicks your grandfather's ass, he can also kick your father and your ass together!"

Cassius's taunting began to gradually move towards the lower three roads.

Fortunately, his fist did not intend to move towards the lower three roads.

Although for some large demons, Cassius's attack position is the lower three roads.

"He's dead!

The god of war in your mind is dead!

He died under the gnawing of the shadow rats!

He died without even a complete bone left!"

The demon was obviously a little angry.

Cassius had no idea whether these words were true or false, but they had little to do with him.

Cassius was not Kotur, he didn't owe Orak anything.

And Cassius didn't believe Orak would fall easily!

"Even if what you said is true, I can be sure that the price you will pay will definitely be higher than that of the barbarians!

You are just a piece of trash who dares not even show his face. I just ask you a question!

Do you dare to appear in front of me!? Do you dare to face me?

If you dare, I will definitely turn you around and kick your ass!"

Cassius shouted as he smashed several demons in front of him.

A large number of demons that appeared here were intercepted by him, starting from the moment this encounter began.

Until now, no demon has broken through Cassius's interception!

Although the number and quality of demons here are far less than that of Orak, it is definitely not an easy task to block this place.

The anger on Cassius' body no longer flickers!

Although the long battle is difficult, it is far from the point where Cassius can be exhausted.

Such performance is just Cassius's further improvement on his original foundation!

Cassius is still one step away from being a true legendary barbarian!

What he lacks is never a glorious victory.

For Cassius, victory or defeat is irrelevant.

He just doesn't want to live up to others' trust.

Whether it is Orak or Kotur, Cassius has never lived up to others' trust.

It was so in the past, it is so now, and it will be so in the future!

"Ha!"

A sudden war cry!

A huge figure blocked Cassius's way.

The figure looked like a bigger bear.

"I have killed enough prey for my people.

But I didn't find Orlak."

The person who came was Kotur!

He didn't bring such good news.

Kotur's words made Cassius keenly aware that the demon who spoke might not be lying.

Orlak really died in the battle.

But Cassius always believed that killing Orlak was definitely not worth the loss for the demon!

This was indeed the case!

The most powerful Hamelin died at the hands of Orlak.

And Orlak also killed a glutton!

This was definitely a brilliant victory, but Cassius didn't want such a victory.

Compared with the death of two legendary demons, the existence of Orlak was better news.

"Then I'll leave it to you. I feel like all my hand bones are broken.

I can only rely on you, a fool, for the next thing, but I'm relieved."

Cassius looked at the caring and gentle face in front of him, smiled bitterly and said.

"I'll stop the demons in the future, you go hunting.

I don't need to hide some food secretly now.

By the way, this time I ate my fill before taking the prey home."

Koutu said blankly, then suddenly put his hands in front of him and hugged him!

This is really a bear hug!

A ghost with a faint golden light on its body was strangled by Koutu!

Then Koutu opened his bloody mouth and bit the ghost's head fiercely...

"Koutu, don't eat these things that look unclean!

Although we all know that they are at least cleaner than feces."

Cassius said weakly.

With a crackling sound, the ghost was crushed into pieces by Koutu's huge force!

"I'll listen to you. You're smarter than me."

Koutul scratched his head and finally freed his hands.