Chapter 92 Flesh and Blood Like Grass

The young lion watched helplessly as the skin began to peel off from the tip of his middle finger, like the petals of a blooming flower rolling outward.

It was as if an invisible hand reached out from the void and peeled off his skin like peeling off the skin of a banana.

There was a shadow of terror and darkness in his pupils, and his body could not stop trembling. His claws that pounced forward also slowed down because of the pain of the sudden peeling... But after all, he had been tempered by his will, and his heart was as tough as real steel.

The sharp sound of the soul-willed blade awakened the young lion, and his mind was instantly pulled out of the deep and twisted darkness.

Feeling the strange influence gradually spreading from the fingertips, looking at the skin that had mutated into irregular thin strips, twisting and rolling backwards as if it had given birth to self-consciousness... The young lion's throat burst into a low roar, enough to ignite dry paper and dry grass to bombard forward, and at the same time he used the tiptoes to step back several steps.

But the enemy in front of him still ignored his attack, just standing quietly, letting the warm wind like a knife blow past his face, and the thin clothes rustled and the corners were charred.

After the young lion retreated quickly, he silently recited the ancient words that only swordsmiths know. The heat that was enough to ignite firewood rose from the depths of his soul, like the hot flames leaking out of the furnace, flowing along his arms to the strangely molting palm... but it had no effect. The bizarre influence was as difficult to remove as a poisonous sore growing on the bone marrow, and it was still constantly absorbing the vitality in the body to grow stronger!

The secret transmitter was something that was difficult to understand in the mortal world, but even so, the young lion had never seen such a bizarre and strange power... It could actually allow the magic power to infect the body of the caster silently, causing the steel-like body to produce a phenomenon like distortion. What kind of person was the other party? !

A guess exploded in the young lion's heart like thunder - it was a moth! Only a moth! Among the eight secrets, only the crazy moth can cause such a weird and terrifying attack!

Moths are famous in the secret world for their madness and disorder. These monsters struggling on the edge of distortion often have strange and mysterious abilities - that is the strange power exchanged for the light in the skull.

Seeing that the influence of molting has spread to the entire palm, the bright red texture is about to retreat to the wrist.

The young lion has no time to recall the weakness of the moth. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the flat and thin strips of twisting and rolling abnormal skin. He exerted force suddenly and tore off the skin that had lost control and threw it on the ground.

Although this action further enlarged his wound, it also stopped the spreading molting. The skin strips that fell on the scarlet mud were still twisting constantly, just like earthworms unearthed after rain.

The young lion stepped down with a gloomy face, and the needle-like heat from the sole of his foot pierced the epidermis that once belonged to him, turning it into blackened skin.

The duel has been going on until now, just as the young lion imagined before the battle - warm blood soaked his right palm. But at this time, it was his own blood that was flowing and dripping on the ground.

The salty and moist breeze outside London blew, and the wind gently caressed the young lion's right palm without skin covering and revealing bright red texture, which was like salt sprinkled on the wound.

The right palm trembled unconsciously, and the tingling sensation rushed up to his head.

However, for the believers of the Golden General, failure and pain have never been obstacles, but a force that drives them to become more powerful!

The proud spirit like a lion vibrated in the chest, the furious blood seemed to heat up and boil, and the heat burned the exposed muscle fibers until they were charred.

Blood quickly filled the young lion's eyes, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and the surging blood dyed the body surface red, like an iron ingot just taken out of the furnace, steaming with boiling hot breath.

The young lion bent his knees and lowered his body with his arms open, like a wrestler in the classical period.

He exhaled hot breath, his arms and thighs swelled up, and his knotted muscles almost broke the skin.

Roar--

A deafening roar like a lion's roar broke out from his mouth. He was already roaring and stomping on the ground, like a heavy train spewing steam, suddenly rushing straight towards the target in front.

The young lion saw that the opponent finally focused his eyes on him, and there was only a cold and pure killing intent in his eyes that were brighter than emerald.

He felt some kind of tempting and crazy whispering in his head... But how could a crazy beast fall into madness again?

The young lion ignored the two green lights flashing in his blood-red vision. There was only one pure instinctive thought in his mind.

That was to throw the opponent to the ground, tear his flesh with his claws, and bite his throat with his sharp teeth! ! !

He felt his shoulder hit the opponent's flexible waist and abdomen. His hands reached forward to grab the opponent's thick thighs. He suddenly retracted his arms and stood up to knock this arrogant moth to the ground.

The young lion stepped on the ground with his feet and straightened his back... but he couldn't stand up smoothly?

What he hugged with his arms seemed to be a solid iron pillar welded to the ground. His shoulders felt the pressure of bearing like a mountain. The opponent's body met such a fierce impact, but it just shook slightly?

But how is this possible? You have to know that when I was honing my arm strength in the club, I once tried to lift an industrial machine tool weighing more than 500 pounds off the ground!

Could it be that the moth in front of him also has the power of winter phase? Unleash the silent influence silently and weaken my physical strength?

Scarlet eyes flicked up in confusion, and he saw a clown mask that seemed to be smiling or mocking.

He heard a slightly trembling voice, but he could feel that it was not because of fear or exertion, but because of... excitement?

"Are you confused?"

"Are you confused about your own weakness?"

"Or are you confused by your own stupidity?"

Fury exploded in his heart, and the cub's fingers turned into hooked blades under the combined effect of the shaping of the casting and the sharpness of the blade.

He released his grip on the enemy's thigh, retracted his arms and turned around while using his sharp claws to wrap around the opponent's leg muscles, expecting to be able to leave ten bloody wounds.

But when the tip of the claws scratched the opponent's thigh, the touch returned by the ten claws was as tough as old cowhide. The lion cub felt that he had tried his best to cut open the opponent's skin, but he had no energy left to penetrate deep into his flesh. .

"Have you had enough fun?"

He heard the trembling voice again, and it seemed that every syllable of the other party was vibrating violently. Some strange frequency had penetrated deeply into his brain, and his brain seemed to become thick and thin. .

The young lion felt as if he had forgotten something, as if there was something extremely important that he had thrown away like trash... But what was it?

The voice that was getting farther and farther and more erratic seemed to have guessed his thoughts and sounded again, but this time it reverberated directly in his skull!

"Why don't you look down and see what you look like now?"

What do I look like now?

Hearing this, the young lion lowered his head. When he lowered his head, he saw that his thighs, which were as strong as steel, were already a mass of flesh and blood. They were supposed to be as swollen as the thick thigh muscles of an ordinary person's waist, but at the moment, they were extremely thin, as if they were hollowed out in the middle. wood.

And the flesh and blood in it has already become deformed and crazy, just like wild flesh and blood weeds!

The outer skin is rolled up like an open book page, and the bright red vine-like fibers inside are broken. The broken fibers are like slender grasses. The red grass seedlings stand tall and straight parallel to the ground, dancing happily on the gray soil, shaped like Swinging in the wind.

The young lion looked at the abnormal flesh and blood on his thigh, and the muscle fibers twisting like grass in the wind.

The scarlet in his vision quickly faded, and his anger dissipated for no reason, but what really frightened him was... he couldn't feel any pain at all! ! !

The connection between the nerves and the brain seemed to be severed, and it seemed to be covered up by the hum that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The fear suppressed by the furious will swept over again, and the cub's eyes turned black, and the darkness eroded his vision and his soul.

He felt that after a long time, but also felt that in just a moment, the absolute darkness had swallowed him up.

He began to tremble from the bottom of his heart. Not only was his spirit afraid, but every fiber and every cell seemed to be trembling.

In the dark world, the young lion recalled his innate fear, which was the real reason why humans have been afraid of darkness since ancient times... He saw the monster slowly walking out of the shadows!

Ahhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

Gu——The screams stopped abruptly, and Watson withdrew his fist, watching his opponent slowly fall down after his throat was shattered and dented after several heavy blows.

Although the distinguished spectators of Mamula Club urged and cursed many times before the game, they were actually very good at watching the game.

Once the duel officially begins, they will maintain a tacit understanding of silence like a winter night, and will not make random noises to hinder the progress of the duel... Especially when the lion-faced man just now was obviously trapped in some kind of injury without knowing it. status, they are even less likely to give a warning.

The consequences of deliberately interfering with a duel event are not a punishment that ordinary spectators like them can bear.

And they waited until the confused lion-faced man fell to the ground before they got up angrily and cursed.

"Fake, lion-faced man, what a fucking piece of trash you are. Fortunately, you have participated in two duels, so you are so stupid to die!"

"Woohoo! I spent three bronze coins on the new guy and made a lot of money!!!"

"Damn it, Fuck, it's a shame that I put an ancient silver coin on that lion-faced man. What a fucking piece of garbage!"

Yes, the distinguished audience just yelled and rejoiced over the winning or losing of the bet. No one cared about the life or death of the duelists in the field, and no one thought that the methods of the new duelists in the duel just now were too unbelievable and bizarre... They all had it Participated in and watched second-level or even third-level duel events.

Watson's seemingly terrifying and weird evil method was nothing more than that in their eyes. They had also witnessed the scene where the duelist lost control of his mind and self-mutilated and opened his chest at the beginning of the show. Compared with that bloody scene... the duel just now was not as good as that. However, it can only be called a slightly refreshing warm-up performance, so that they can watch the subsequent duel events in an uplifting spirit.

Next, there are two second-level duels and a third-level duel... This is the highlight of today.

That important duel, which attracted a lot of bets, involved a huge bet that could determine whether thousands of low-level workers would continue to be employed or lose their jobs on the spot.

But everything that followed had nothing to do with Watson. As a first-level duelist at the bottom of the Mamula Club, he was not even qualified to stay and watch other events - you must know that other spectators paid large sums Admission tickets can only be obtained by face value.

He just returned to the waiting room silently. Although he was the winner of this duel, the show was over and his value today had been exhausted.

At this moment, when he left, even the waitress who served in dressing disappeared without a trace. Only a young man carrying a simple medicine box was waiting in the room.

The young man took out a small bottle of coal-black powder from the box, carefully poured a small amount into his palm, and then applied it to the slight scar on the duelist's thigh.

A burning pain came from the flesh and blood of the wound, and at the same time, wisps of gray smoke rose, and Watson seemed to taste some extremely bitter taste through his skin.

When the young doctor released his palm again, the soot-black powder in the opponent's palm had disappeared, and the duelist's thigh had returned to its original state without leaving even a scar.

"Mr. Duelist, your free medical opportunity has been consumed. If you want to use medical services after the next duel, please make an additional application to the club."

The young doctor only left these words, then picked up the medicine box and left.

Free medical opportunities... Watson thought about the other party's words, looked at the smooth thighs, and thought in his heart:

"Why do you feel like I've been cheated?"

"It's such a simple wound, with a little bandage, I'll probably be able to heal it when I wake up and shed my skin tomorrow."

"For this reason, I spent my only opportunity for free medical treatment... What a waste of the magic medicine just now."

Watson thought so, silently changed back into his clothes, and was about to return the way he came, when there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The visitor was none other than Mr. Yannings, who introduced Watson to join the club. He walked in with a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Congratulations, Mr. John! You won your first victory! You defeated the lion-faced man with a record of two wins in World War II."

Two wins in World War II - Watson almost sneered when he heard this. Are there any duelists in the club who can continue to compete after defeat? Defeat means death, so why continue?

But he still showed a hypocritical smile, "Then, Mr. Yannings, how should I convert my reward?"

"I'm here to discuss this matter with Mr. John... I don't know if Mr. Watson wants money in the world? Or currency in the hidden world? Or does he want to exchange for knowledge that will continue to climb?"

"Oh! Your club is actually willing to provide hidden secret items?"

"Haha, this is natural. Our Mamula Club has always focused on cultivating talents, especially talents like you, Mr. John... I wonder what type of secret information Mr. John wants in exchange?" Yannings stroked He turned on his round glasses and said, "Do you want the second-level Secret of the Blade? I think Mr. John is about to master the secrets of the sword."

Watson slowly shook his head: "No, I want to exchange for basic knowledge about the hidden world."