Chapter 213 I Was Just Kidding You, You Old Bastard.

The moment he returned to the real world, Dick used 800 energy points without hesitation. In an instant, his energy points were only 50.

At the same time, his talent [Advanced Self-Healing] evolved into [Super Self-Healing].

[Super Self-Healing]: It can repair one's own injuries at an extremely fast speed. Other key tissues and organs such as the heart and brain, or the incomplete body can be slowly recovered; it will greatly delay aging.

Dick slowly lowered his head, and Master on the opposite side had just pulled his sword back.

Seeing Dick standing quietly, lowering his head, no longer making any moves.

Master roared loudly with a hideous stern voice:

"Damn Dick, I'll pick you up from the dead, make you a decent witch hunter, and teach you your skills carefully, but you've caused me so much trouble.

"You, a heartless dog bastard, will never know how to be grateful! You will never understand my good intentions!

"I have made great achievements for the witch hunting sect. Not only you, but you all owe me!

“I have said long ago that the final winner will only be me, it is me!

“Even if you are all dead, Alexander still has a recipe for decocting herbs.

“When I catch this little traitor and take back the recipe, I will tear him to pieces.

"After that, I will re-establish the Witch Hunter Cult and let my reputation as a savior spread throughout the Panda continent!"

After saying that, Master raised his head and laughed wildly, and the laughter was filled with longing and excitement for the beautiful future.

"I said, you seemed to be too happy."

Master's laughter stopped suddenly and he looked at the evil disciple who should have died in disbelief.

The evil disciple actually raised his head, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked back at him with a cold look.

Through Dick's broken leather armor, it can be clearly seen that the injuries on his chest had completely healed, and there was not even a trace of scar left;

There was no longer blood gushing at the broken mouth of the originally broken right arm, but instead it was an extremely mini, arm-shaped granulum growing slowly.

Master's eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

For the first time, he felt that he was old, so old that his eyes were blurred.

How is this possible?

I am a witch hunter, and my eyes have always been extremely sharp.

He forced himself to suppress the absurd thoughts in his heart and turned his eyes to Dick's broken arm.

But the expression of the opposite disciple made him feel extremely unfamiliar, and a strong sense of palpitations surged into his heart, like a weak sheep facing a tiger ready to go.

The fear of facing death made Master's body tremble involuntarily.

At this moment, Dick's eyes were shrouded in thick blood-red mist, his pupils flashed with a stronger and brighter red light, and the red mist at the corners of his eyes continued to float out like a ribbon;

An exaggerated and almost distorted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The width completely violated the physiological limits of human faces, and the corner of his mouth grinned directly to the ear hole.

What was exposed behind the corner of the mouth was not the broken and bleeding rotten flesh, but a neat and sharp double-row parallel teeth like a beast.

"What the hell are you..." Master shouted in horror, trying to dispel the inexplicable terror throbbing in his body with his voice.

But before he finished speaking, Dick in front of him ejected like a ghost.

Master suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and an extremely huge force hit his abs, which was as hard as armor.

His vision suddenly regressed, and then he felt his entire back hit the wall, followed by the sound of a broken bone, and the severe pain from his spine and ribs spread throughout his body.

Dick looked at Master who was punched by himself and flew five or six meters away from the opposite side and embedded in the wall to form a sank human-shaped leather armor, and then looked down at his huge bronze left fist as big as a basketball, and actually fired it. A sharp and crazy laughter:

"This power, this power! This is an extreme power that has been sleeping in the midst of great ups and downs in emotions!

"Sure enough, every demon hunter in the Lynx Sect has a broken personality, and the part I'm broken is called [Calmness]."

At this moment, a talent was quietly added to Dick's panel:

[Crazy Blood]: Actively turn on, double the dynamic vision and neural response capabilities, the time limit is three minutes, once a day, and cannot be superimposed with similar potion gains.

Although this skill is quite limited, it is extremely powerful, and its effect is similar to [Blizzard Potion].

However, the materials of [Blizzard Potion] are extremely rare, and even with the support of Master Barbara, Shia made a bottle for Dick.

At that time, I took it to deal with the reborn deer-headed sperm.

Almost all witch hunters still rely mainly on the sword in their hands when fighting. Most witch hunters do not have enough life, so they have no ability to spend a lot of money and search for materials everywhere to make this top [Blizzard Magic Potion] 】Woolen cloth?

In addition, Dick vaguely expected that [Blizzard Potion] would definitely not double the increase in his own body shape because his physical fitness would be further improved.

Therefore, the effect of the potion will be reduced.

Unless [Alchemy] reaches a higher level, the refined potion will have better effect.

At this moment, Dick is equivalent to taking [Blizzard Potion] once a day, and the duration is almost three times that of [Blizzard Potion].

Dick felt that the world in front of him seemed to be covered by a layer of blood-colored filter, and the whole vision was blood-red, but he felt an unprecedented sense of joy in his heart.

This color seems to be very appropriate?

Isn't this the color of a funeral?

Since the cheap master kept saying that he had made so many contributions to the Demon Hunter Cult, but in the end almost all the demon hunters of the cult were killed, then his funeral was a little bloody, and the dead souls of the cult should be very satisfied!

He looked at Master in front of him, and a strong bloodthirsty thought suddenly surged in his heart:

He wanted to tear the so-called master in front of him to pieces with his bare hands, just like a beast tearing its prey with only fangs and sharp teeth.

Master barely struggled to pull his body out of the sunken wall, raised his sword, and shouted at Dick: "What kind of monster are you?"

Dick did not respond, but just stood there and let out a creepy and sharp laugh.

Master felt his hair stand on end, and a chill rushed from his feet to his head.

He couldn't stand the uncomfortable feeling of losing control and being full of panic, so he decided to use his best trick.

Master suddenly tore off his leather armor and threw it aside.

In the center of his chest, a round eye the size of a palm slowly turned over the double layer of skin around it, staring at Dick with a creepy look.

Dick on the opposite side no longer made that chilling laugh, but lowered his head and began to twist and struggle slowly in place, as if he was surrounded by invisible glue, sticking him firmly in place and unable to move.

"Hahaha!" Master laughed triumphantly.

"Dick, do you think I have lived for hundreds of years, and I can be killed so easily by a young man like you?

"I have long implanted the results of advanced monster technology into my body. This eyeball on my chest is made up of organs from five top monsters, and it took a lot of mana to refine it successfully.

"It can hold you in place. How about it, do you taste the despair now?"

Dick slowly raised his head again, still with that creepy smile on his face, and at the same time let out a burst of crazy laughter.

The laughter was like the strange laughter of a clown in a circus after successfully teasing the audience, which was both crazy and funny.

He put away his smile again and said lightly:

"I was kidding you, old bastard."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dick bent his right leg backwards, made a starting posture, swung his hands violently, and while a web-like crack appeared on the soles of his feet, only a residual image remained in the original place.