Chapter 91 The Lion Cub

In the waiting room, Watson wore a court jester mask, and with the help of the waiter/body search, he took off his high-end suit and changed into simple clothes that barely covered his vital parts.

A maid who was also only wearing a strip of cloth that barely covered three points brought a bowl of olive oil and intended to wipe it on the strong body in front of him, but he flatly refused.

At the urging of a guy who looked like a host in a suit and tie, he slowly walked into the Colosseum.

Under his feet was hard land, the soil was stained with deep dark red, and some wild grasses absorbed the excessive nutrients in the soil and grew vigorously.

He looked around, his opponent had not yet appeared, and there were a few spectators wearing ball masks sitting sparsely on the circular stands.

In the eyes of the moth, they were just mortals with weak light in their heads, without excellent rationality or secret power, with sleepy eyes and yawns.

Watson already knew that the next duel was likely to result in one of the parties being killed. For this group of upper-class nobles, it was just a refreshing and exciting little theater after a night of extravagant music.

His face hidden behind the mask seemed to smile, and the evil laughter of the illusion monster began to echo in his head again.

"Hehe, you dare to use us as entertainment. Just use them as appetizers for this duel. The soft necks of those noble ladies are simply the best pure white canvases. The bright red color splashed out after the canvas was torn, and the bright red was soaked in the pure white. Such a strong impact of color is not a typical abstract color field painting?!"

Watson glanced at the guards with real guns and bullets around the audience seats, and ignored the echo in his head. Since the promotion of the Moth Secret, the problem in his head seems to be getting worse. In the past, it was just a moment of trance and hallucination, but now there are clear auditory hallucinations.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mamula Club!" the host shouted at the top of his voice. His voice was so loud that it reminded people of the vegetable vendors who were shouting loudly in the vegetable market.

"It's another sunny day, and another thrilling duel. Let's welcome the debut of——"

"Shut up, we are tired of your nonsense. Let's get started. My eyes have been looking at white flowers all night, and I urgently need some exciting and hot blood to wash away my fatigue." An audience member sitting at the forefront shouted loudly.

"Yes, yes, it's just a small shrimp who is performing in the wake-up show. What's your name? It's not certain whether he can survive to the next show." A lady wearing a pink feather eye mask scolded.

"Okay, get out of here, let them fight directly." A man with a hoarse voice urged.

The host was not angry at this series of accusations, but just smiled embarrassedly and ran off the stage in disgrace.

And Watson's opponent finally appeared under the repeated urging of the host.

The opponent was a burly man wearing a lion-shaped hooded mask made of some kind of spinning fabric, with golden sideburns on the outer circle of the mask, revealing only his eyes and nose.

His upper body was bare, revealing his unusually strong chest muscles and a waist as thick as a brown bear. His muscles were shining brightly under the torches that set off the atmosphere in the arena.

In a trance, Watson seemed to really see a metal lion cub with wisps of hot air steaming from its body slowly walking towards him, baring its teeth and making a threatening growl.

The lion cub kept hesitating back and forth around the human in front of it, its body slightly bent forward, its muscles relaxed and tense, waiting for the right opportunity to attack at any time.

However, the human in front of him just stood there stupidly, his eyes dull as if he was wandering in the sky, and his whole body was full of flaws!

The young lion was reckless but not stupid. It couldn't guess why the other party was so confident. Obviously, you and I should be just first-level duelists who had just entered the secret path, and I was the secret master who possessed the two major offensive secrets of casting and blade, with both sharp spears and hard shields. It should be me who was so arrogant and ignored everyone!

"Fuck, are you guys turning around and acting?!!!" It was still the front-line audience. He looked at the two duelists who were reluctant to fight, and he couldn't suppress his temper. He took out his pocket watch and threw it into the field.

The young lion completely ignored the audience's urging... Weak mortal, if it weren't for the Mamula Club at this moment, I would have torn you into pieces!

I don't know if the irritable audience did it intentionally or unintentionally, but the pocket watch he threw was about to fall at the feet of the opponent in front of him.

And the opponent's eyes also fell on the oncoming pocket watch unconsciously because of instinct.

The young lion's dark brown pupils caught the moment when the opponent was distracted by this, and suddenly shrank like a needle!

As soon as it thought about it, the casting and the blade vibrated, and a weak heat energy evaporated from its body, like an arrow condensed from hot air, and the air in front of it showed a slightly distorted trace due to the sudden temperature.

This heat arrow is the result of the young lion's careful practice of the secret method of influence of the cult. It condenses the secret influence that should have spread indiscriminately into a concentrated ray, which greatly increases the power that was weakened by the scattered range. It can already initially affect the waking world and almost reach the power of the real influence stolen from Mansu!

It once used this move to easily penetrate a two-finger-thick wooden board, leaving a charred hole. Even the second wooden board behind it was successfully ignited, igniting invisible flames and turning into a board-shaped charcoal in an instant.

The most direct result of this move is that in the last duel, it blinded the opponent's eyes and ignited an invisible fire in the opponent's head, burning his soul, making the opponent seem to be trapped in a sea of ​​fire, his nerves seemed to be licked by high temperature, his body unconsciously dehydrated, and at the same time he suffered the double torture of physical loss and mental burning pain.

The enemy in the last battle screamed miserably because of the high temperature in his head, and he didn't even have time to say the words of surrender before his throat was smashed by a claw.

And this time, the young lion still used the same trick, and two burning invisible arrows burst out of his pupils, piercing straight into the eyes of the arrogant enemy in front of him!

The arrow condensed by the magic power of casting and blade, almost colorless and invisible but extremely fast, arrived in front of the enemy in an instant, and accurately pierced along the eye gap of the ridiculous court clown mask!

Seeing that the other party had closed his eyes involuntarily, the young lion grinned with a triumphant smile... Oh, arrogant clown, die!

It stepped on the ground with both feet, driving its body forward like a mad lion pouncing on its prey, pure heat mixed with sharpness shot out from the pores on its body surface, attacking the enemy with closed eyes in front of it.

And the five fingertips of its right palm began to emit sharp cold light, slapping directly at the enemy's fragile throat.

The young lion seemed to be able to see the bloody throat and the warm blood soaking its right palm... But it saw a pair of fluorescent green eyes as crystal clear as the most exquisitely cut diamonds, and witnessed some kind of ancient and crazy malice!

A wild buzzing sound resounded in its mind.

That was the fear of natural enemies engraved deep in its blood, that was the despair of being enslaved in the darkness in ancient times, and that was the warning left by the ancestors with their lives - run, run! They... are real monsters! ! !

Its right palm seemed to be cut by an invisible blade as it swung forward. Its skin, which was strong enough to resist the blade's cutting, began to peel back from the fingertips, and blood spurted out from the bright red texture.

This chapter should actually be used in conjunction with the sealed 25th chapter, but the last rescue failed, and it will take three days before it can be rescued again... Maybe Watson got a little gift from an extinct creature when he was promoted to the second-level moth