Chapter 603 I Remember Back Then, I Was Also a Fighting Madman

Facing a strong, aggressive, brave, and somewhat masochistic fighting maniac, what do you think is the best thing to do?

Just one word: do it!

No longer hesitating, I swung the sword out of thin air twice (used for coolness). The murderous intention slowly flowed from the depths of my chest, from the pores around my body, to my entire body, and then enveloped the bloody sword. blade.

The blood stains on the knife disappeared the moment the black mist invaded. I don't know if it was worn away or swallowed by the black mist.

The black mist is not entirely black, there are still some red spots, but they are too few, as few as a few stars in the dark night sky.

However, they are so red that it is impossible to ignore their presence at first glance.

The dwarf king opposite had a very enthusiastic expression, like a vicious dog seeing a fragrant bone or a pervert meeting a scantily clad beauty.

Then, the dwarf king rushed over, swinging a hammer many times more ferocious than before at a speed many times faster than before.

In the speed comparison, I still completely defeated the Dwarf King, but his momentum gave me a vague illusion, as if what I was facing was not just a strong dwarf, but an incomplete Achilles!

That's right, it's an incomplete Achilles!

His explosive power, his momentum, his aura that is not afraid of death but eager to fight, are very much like Achilles!

only--

This guy is just a strong dwarf, he is not Achilles, I have the ability to fight him!

In my mind, I kept repeating this sentence, and my somewhat stiff legs finally regained their freedom, and my body recovered from the pressing momentum.

His eyes suddenly shrank, staring at the hammer that was approaching at an extremely fast speed, he snorted coldly, and fiercely faced the hammer with the sword in his hand, colliding hard with the hammer!

As expected, I still flew out. Sure enough, the appearance of murderous intent still couldn't make up for the gap in strength, but - the dwarf king was also cut back half a step by me, and on top of his indestructible mithril war hammer , a shallow but clearly visible slash was revealed.

hehe.

I laughed. Although I failed in this collision, I was not necessarily a loser.

The fact that the mithril war hammer can be scarred by a weapon made of low-grade stainless steel is enough to illustrate the destructive power of my combat skills and killing intent.

It's just that I can't control it yet.

I can only completely grasp this pitiful, thin layer of murderous intent.

Maybe Odachi is right. Since I already have such a wonderful power, why not practice it every day, slowly become familiar with it, and gradually master it?

I also want to continue to get more feelings in the battle, but it is obvious that the dwarf king does not intend to give me this opportunity.

No, maybe that shouldn't be said.

It's not that the dwarf king doesn't understand the charm, but that he is enjoying the crazy battles again and again. He is not willing to lose this rare pleasure.

Knife and hammer collide again!

Instead of flying out, I took three steps back.

The dwarf king also took a step back at the same time.

I can feel that his power is much weaker in this attack.

Is his strength failing?

I looked into his still fanatical eyes: No, absolutely not. I rarely see adventurers with eyes like his, but I have indeed seen them before and fought against them.

Such adventurers have one thing in common. They are all fighting madmen. Once they fight, their spirit and power will last for a long time!

Unless you die or lose consciousness.

As for the Dwarf King, his eyes at this moment are so fanatical, which is definitely different from the above two situations, that is to say

He is suppressing his own strength, suppressing it to a level similar to mine. Only in this way can he fight with me for a longer period of time and experience the happiness built in the battle for a longer period of time.

What a madman!

I grinned and smiled.

I don't know what this smile looks like, but I know very well how I feel at the moment.

Pleasure.

Yes, it is joy, because I used to be a fighting madman too.

When I first entered the Zephyr Continent and became an adventurer, I was lost for a while. I fought with various monsters that were much stronger than me every day. I would never fight without getting bruises all over my body, and until I collapsed and lost consciousness. Give up!

It's a blessing to say that if that person hadn't been with me at that time, maybe I would have died in the claws of a monster hiding in a dark place, waiting to attack.

In short, it has aroused my desire to fight, so I will keep fighting.

I know that releasing the killing intent wantonly can make me very powerful, but at the same time, it will also deprive me of my rationality as a human being.

This is a double-edged sword that can both kill the enemy and hurt oneself.

But now, I am fighting very happily. Once I am happy, I will want to become even happier, so I release the killing intent that I have been able to barely control so far.

These murderous intentions are like a ferocious beast hiding in the dark, staring with bright red eyes, looking for its prey.

And I once again felt a fanatical impulse, that impulse, like a mosquito, buzzing in my ears: kill, kill, kill!

enough!

My eyes widened, and the voice in my mind disappeared immediately. Fortunately, I can barely control the level of murderous intent for the time being. If it were more, I might be controlled by it again.

Looking at the Dwarf King with burning eyes, I felt like I was smiling, but it didn't look like I was smiling. That feeling was really bad, but I could bear it for the time being.

"Dwarf King, please stop suppressing your strength." I said intermittently: "Fight with me happily."

"Hahahahaha" the dwarf king laughed, pulled off his big crotch, threw it aside, shook his thick arms, and said: "Okay, come on!"

After that, he rushed towards me again.

Originally, I could see his movements clearly.

Now, with the blessing of murderous intent, every move he made, every hammer step he made, seemed to be slowing down, making me, who was fighting with him, so anxious to wait!

The sword passed through an illusory shadow and headed towards the mithril war hammer.

On the trace, there are circles of shadows, like ripples, dazzling and beautiful, but the color is too monotonous.

Only black and dots of blood red.

Looking at the war hammer and tachi gradually approaching each other, I suddenly felt a sense of hope. I was eager to see what would happen if the tachi blessed by me in my current state collided with the white light-filled war hammer of the Dwarf King. The ending appears.

Is it too broken?

Or is the warhammer broken?

Or will both perish?

At this time, I felt impatient, looking forward to that moment coming.