Chapter 373 The Gaze From the Opposite Side (One More!)

Chapter 373 The gaze from the opposite side (one more!)

Among the fifteen players on the opposite side, two of them seemed familiar to Yi Qiu.

But he doesn't know each other's name, because this subtle connection between them is based on the fierce confrontation in the Kord Arena.

As far as Yi Qiu is concerned, he doesn't remember all the opponents he has fought against in the Kord Arena.

After all, some characters who rushed up and solved it with a blast hammer are indeed not too memorable.

However, Yi Qiu still has a clearer impression of some back and forth and fierce battles between the two sides.

After all, even in the Kord Arena, such enemies are not too many.

And these two players are quite familiar to Yi Qiu, one is a female warrior with two knives, and the other is a summoner in a white robe.

If it is said that for Yi Qiu, it takes a certain amount of memory to identify these two players.

So for these two players, Yi Qiu's image and the memory he left are undoubtedly profound.

After all, even for the vast multiverse, an existence like Yi Qiu is relatively rare.

So before Yi Qiu could recognize them, they recognized Yi Qiu instantly.

"It's him!"

Amo-Sharis tightly held the alien scimitar in her hand with rougher but stronger hands. It is undoubtedly a delusion to want to maintain a smooth skin under excessive training.

But Amo-Sallys doesn't care about the changes in her body. Her strong and persistent competitive spirit is the root force behind her winning the title of "Scarlet Blade".

She wants to win, so she needs to get stronger.

This is her source of strength and an inexhaustible driving force that urges her to move forward.

But now, the combat intuition that became more acute after hard training clearly reflected the fact that the gap between them did not narrow because of her efforts, but instead seemed to become even bigger.

This made Amo-Sallys a little frustrated for a while. When the effort was meaningless, she really couldn't think of any other way to win.

"What's the matter? Sister Ai Mo, is there someone you know on the other side?" The field nurse, who was still in her prime, looked at Ai Mo-Sallys curiously and asked.

She had never seen Amo-Sallys show such an expression before: with a trace of solemnity, resentment, and almost overflowing unwillingness.

Although her talent made her embark on the road of saving lives and healing the wounded, she still has a mentality of admiration and admiration for Aimo Sally, who has made a name for herself with two knives.

The field nurse is a highly professional healing advanced profession, which has a more powerful healing ability than some priests who do not do their job properly and play as paladins.

Although strictly speaking, the pastor is not equivalent to the treatment profession.

After all, not all priests control the power of the Holy Light like the priests of Azeroth, but because the priests of good gods often provide certain medical assistance to the poor, to a certain extent, there is a gap between priests and healing professions. There are wider connections.

And for priests who control the power of the Holy Light, they have indeed become a model representative of the healing profession.

Just like every milk has an output heart, this is a relatively common phenomenon among those who work as a healer due to talent or other factors.

So this made the field nurse very curious, what kind of existence made Amo-Sallys appear in such a strange state.

"A formidable opponent."

Amo-Sallys said in a deep voice, at this moment her mood has returned to calm.

Fighting or competition, the driving force behind everything is: to win.

She wants to win, not just try her best!

Victory is victory, failure is failure, there is no middle ground between the two!

"I will train harder... Next time we meet, I will definitely beat you!"

After Yi Qiu's inexplicable gaze, Aimo Shalis raised her head slightly, and there was something burning in her eyes...

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"hiss……"

Tara Rich Sim touched his face unnaturally, and there was still a vague sense of pain there.

That was really a battle that is still fresh in my memory. As a descendant of a legendary family, it was the first time that I was hammered so badly.

After all, although it is difficult for a summoner to take shape, after forming a complete summoning system, he is definitely one of the most difficult opponents at the same level.

Of course, summoners also need to consume a lot of resources. As a descendant of a legendary family, Tararich-Sim has a small army of summoned beasts at this level.

If it's an ordinary player, if they can recruit more than a dozen dire wolves or dire bears at this time, they can be regarded as doing well.

"Beastman? Or that mad mage? When did your taste become so rough, Sim?"

At this moment, Tara Rich-Sim's ear rang a mysterious sound transmission with a hint of joking.

He turned his head and looked at the muscular warrior who was looking at him with ambiguous eyes: that was his best friend, a military sword who aspired to become the master of the Nine Swords.

But so far, he is still unable to complete the martial arts fusion of the Nine Swords genre.

"Krill, if I remember correctly, someone once bragged to me that he has no rival among the same disciples of the Tiger Claw school."

"Maybe you can ask the monk opposite for advice after the dungeon is over."

Tara Rich-Sim did not confront him directly, but looked at him with a smile and said.

"Wu... monk?"

Creel's tone was full of doubts. He scanned Yi Qiu and his group, and finally settled on Yi Qiu.

"That's a monk? I thought it was a mutant slinger or something at first!"

"No, why are you sure? Do you know him?"

Creel scratched his head, and he looked at Talariki-Sim, whose original doubts suddenly became a little subtle...

"That's because: I was defeated by him before - on the frontal battlefield, and I used the scroll of the demon wolf descending."

"He tore up the ogre hybrid before me in a very short period of time, and then rushed through the protection of the Mang'er saliva poisonous vine. You can probably make up for the rest of the situation... ..."

Tara Rich Sim said frankly.

Failure is what he tries to avoid, but when he has done his best, he will not regret it.

He has such self-confidence: as a descendant of a legendary family, his future will definitely go farther than these peers.

"That would be awesome...well, I mean: after the dungeon is over, I'll challenge him."

After hearing this, Creel looked at Tara Rich-Sim with a serious expression and said, although his tone didn't sound very sincere.

Creel rummaged through the item pack for a while, and finally he pulled out a heavy handaxe.

"When the time comes, you will know: Tiger Claw's title of invincibility in the same class is an uncrowned crown piled up with victories over and over again."

Under Creel's small swing, the hand ax made a sharp and dangerous sound of piercing through the air, while his face was filled with a confident smile...