Chapter 172 Fighting

Facing the sudden enemy, Punk slammed backwards at the fastest speed, and then let the ready-to-go Golem No. 2 block in front of him. After getting ready to fight and even run away, Punk began to carefully look at the "enemy" in front of him.

The sudden arrival interrupting Punk's attack was a thin male wearing a bright red dress. He looked almost as young as Punk, with scarlet hot hair combed very neatly, gold-rimmed glasses that were spotlessly wiped, and a pale face. There was a very youthful smile on his face, and if one ignored the coercion of an undisguised official-level powerhouse, he really looked like a big boy who was not deeply involved in the world.

I saw this "big boy" gently waved to Punk to indicate that he had no intention of attacking, and then said politely:

"Hello, Mr. Mage, I am a little warlock from the eastern part of Dylan Kingdom. People who know me call me Blood Claw. I'm sorry that my servant was rash when I first arrived here, but I think a great mage Surely you won't embarrass a beautiful girl, right?"

Before Punk could reply, the warlock himself laughed out loud, as if everything just now was really just a rash misunderstanding.

"So now I think you should have realized that this ghetto is my place, now, I think you can go back to where you belong"

Punk was not polite to this warlock at all. He found that the warlock in front of him seemed to be only level eleven, and Punk still had an advantage in terms of strength, so he didn't need to speak kindly to an intruder at all.

Seeing that Punk was still full of hostility, the warlock who called himself "Blood Claw" shook his head helplessly:

"I'm really sorry, because you hid it so well, I didn't find it at all, so my base has been built hastily, and there are some things in it that are not very suitable for moving around, so..."

Blood Claw spread his hands and made a helpless expression, but he didn't finish his sentence:

"That's still there. I, although I am a warlock, still need some living people to feed my little pets. So, I'm very sorry, I'm afraid I still need... well, "hunting" ten people a week... ...Actually, it's not too much, right..."

"Enough, in conclusion, you have made up your mind to compete for this place, right?"

Punk coldly interrupted Blood Claw's rhetoric. He knew that it might be true what this guy said before that he didn't find his trace.

Due to the period of low-key development, Punk is also very reluctant to cause trouble. If this unknown "Blood Claw" is willing to live far away, Punk can barely accept an extra neighbor, but he also started a slum " Prey" attention, this touches the bottom line of punk.

The number of hungry people in the slums is limited, and if too many people disappear at one time, the church will definitely be suspicious, so even punks can only "take away" about 20 people in a week, but now there is one who appears out of nowhere The guy who comes here will take half of the share as soon as he opens his mouth. Punk will not give up the benefits so vaguely.

In fact, the final result of this kind of competition for land and resources is likely to be negotiations and then both parties make compromises. After all, the identities of the two official-level powerhouses are very shameful, and a big fight here will destroy all "resources." ", will also directly attract Dylan Kingdom's attention, and reasonable people know the choice.

But even if negotiations are needed, it is necessary to have a high or low position in the negotiation, because the stronger party can definitely gain more benefits in the negotiation and reduce unnecessary compromises. As for how to distribute the high and low points, naturally It is directly linked to strength.

In this kind of competition for dominance, the competition is nothing more than strength and ruthlessness. To put it simply, whoever is less afraid of death and who has a better chance of killing the opponent wins.

In fact, Punk has no doubts about his dominance at all, because for him, even if he really fights to attract the sword master general Vic, with the magic box and other trump cards on his body, he is still confident. He retreated, but the one on the opposite side only had two pieces of formal equipment, and the shabby warlock who had just reached level eleven was in danger.

This is due to the strength of strength. Punk's self-confidence is really self-confidence, but the warlock on the opposite side is not necessarily so "self-confidence".

Therefore, Punk completely ignored this guy's rhetoric. After confirming that the warlock in front of him had no companions, he made a decisive move.

In order to keep the movement as small as possible, it was Golem No. 2 who attacked, while Punk hid behind the Golem No. 2, and successively blessed Golem No. " and other defensive spells, Golem No. 2, carrying so many spell buffs, rushed towards the "Blood Claw" with a wry smile.

At this time, Xueclaw finally realized that the boy in black on the opposite side was really a ruthless person, and this preemptive attack was actually telling himself, "It doesn't matter if I have nothing to worry about, I don't care if you dare or not!" How about a big fight?"

Bloodpaw had to admit—he didn't dare.

Before coming to this slum, he never thought that he would meet a powerful spellcaster, let alone the type who would fight at the slightest disagreement. To be honest, if it wasn't for that "little baby" from Bloodclaw He really couldn't move for a short period of time, he really wanted to admit defeat and forget about it.

But it's too late to say anything now. Facing Golem No. 2's sharp attack, Bloodclaw knows that he must show enough strength to meet the next negotiation, otherwise the mage on the opposite side may simply give up the negotiation The one who chooses to kill himself, although he is confident that he will not be killed by Punk, but if he really lures Sword Saint Vic over, he will be finished.

So he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders helplessly, and then shot with all his strength without reservation.

I saw a lot of blood exuding terrifying energy fluctuations bursting out of Blood Claw's wrist, and then wrapped around his hand to form a pair of blood-colored gloves. After just a few tenths of a second, his hands became A veritable "Blood Claw".

Relying on this pair of sharp claws wriggling with blood, the blood claws met Golem No. 2's fist and grabbed it hard.

"boom!!"

A dull sound spread out. If Punk hadn't used a "silent field" to isolate the sound in advance, this loud sound alone would be enough to wake up the people in the entire slum.

The figure of Blood Claw and Golem No. 2 were separated at the touch of a finger. After this attack, he retreated to his maid and said with a wry smile:

"Okay, okay, you are indeed much stronger than me, but I won't be so easy to deal with in a real fight. Even if I lose this time, I think we can start a pleasant negotiation."

Punk didn't answer Blood Claw's words. He frowned and looked seriously at the nearly shattered palm of Golem No. 2, and finally said to Blood Claw with a cold face:

"Very good, very good...then let's negotiate!"

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